That day, I regret - Fanfic by Yuki-Chan.
I do not own Hellsing or the characters! All credit goes to Kouta Hirano
I was lying there... on a little mountain, in the grass, the grass that feels soft against my skin. With my view to the bright sea, I took my notebook.
Since he died, I frequently write poems. I took my ballpoint and looked down to the sea, thinking about how he suppose to laugh at my face, that cute laugh... I will never forget it. Though he was gone, forever, I would never forget him. The way, just the way he died... I couldn't remove that flashback from my mind. He, laying on my buttocks, dying from the pain he oddly enough felt, the wooden sticks put through his heart and lungs, seeing his life being drown away in a flash... that feeling must've been so sick, I can't even explain. When I'm writing poems, I do think of him, but in a good way. I always think about the good times we had, the cute laugh when he was still a little boy, the gesture when I asked how he was doing that day, every little good memory of him makes me happy. With the thought of that I began the write...
Why? Why did you had to leave me, my little boy, my little child. You're smiling face haunts me day
and night, I dream of you, being embraced by my arms, I could feel your warm chest against mines.
That feeling, It's just grateful, for the many special years you gave this man. Though, I regret myself
that I couldn't save you from those dark and hateful times. I have spite, spite that I just left you there, alone in the dark. I was just thinking about that monster, who I have defeated. Just thinking about him, being killed by my hands, by my blessed hands. I didn't thought about you, being killed by one
of his familiars, you just lying on the cold ground of the battlefield. I regret that day, that hour, those minutes, those seconds, you. My beloved child, blessed by God's hands, Enrico Maxwell.
After I wrote this poem, I suddenly began to cry. Thinking of him lying there in the cold, crying... probably... about me. I still know his last sentence,
he quietly whispered: "Why do I have to... die alone? Alone...". And then he died in my arms, I... only thinking about that monster, Alucard, leaved him alone on the dark, cold battlefield, thinking: "You're a fool, Enrico.". Nowadays, I still regret that day, that hour, those minutes, those seconds, you.
Enrico Maxwell, my beloved child, blessed by God's hands.
-Yuki xXx