A/N: Well, a few people asked for a sequel to Green is the Counterpart of Red, so I figured I write one. That, and the song "Gravedigger" (forgot who sings it*sweatdrop* inspired me. It's written in the same style as Green is the Counterpart of Red…present tense and all that. You don't have to read Green is the Counterpart to get this, but it wouldn't hurt.*sigh* I'm rambling now…please R&R!
Disclaimer:*standing behind a table, holding a plush cat toy, which is sitting on the table* This is Silver, the magical truth telling cat. Silver will now determine whether I, Amethyst Bubble, own Yu Yu Hakusho. Silver do I own Yu Yu Hakusho?*lets go of Silver, Silver falls off table* ~.~;; (I don't own "Gravedigger" either, I'd tell ya who does, but I forgot! O.o;;)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gravedigger~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A shadow in the rain.
Ghost pale.
Dressed all in black.
A shadow in the rain.
He doesn't feel the rain.
See the sunlight.
He's numb.
'Cause they took her away.
A bandaged hand clenches into a fist.
Rain.
Tiny drops that shatter as they hit the ground.
Shatter.
Rain.
The shadow listens to the birds sing.
She loved the birds.
She cried for them.
And the birds?
The birds sing.
They never cry, they only sing.
"Damn you!" He shouts, fire eyes ablaze.
Rain falls, draped over the city like a curtain.
A graveyard draped in rain.
He sits in a tree overlooking it.
Watching.
The kitsune left roses by her grave.
Roses, beautiful, delicate flowers.
The shadow bends, crushing a few petals between his fingers.
Red roses.
Red roses, blood red roses.
Slowly, he traces a finger over the inscriptions.
…Yukina.
Funny, how one little word can mean so very much.
The rain sings her song.
Drops running down the marble stone.
Like tears.
Like the ones he shed.
Like the black pearls buried besides her.
…He cries for her…
Slowly, he lifts his head.
Crimson eyes framed by black, rain-coated lashes close.
As he feels the rain hit his eyelids, he slowly begins to sing the words the raindrops say…
"Ring around the Roses
Pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down."
The wind whips around him, whispering her name as he continues to sing, voice a haunting whisper.
"Gravedigger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow?
So that I can feel the rain…"
A small girl sitting on a tree.
The rain falls through her, as she mouths the words in sync with the shadow.
"Gravedigger…"
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As the magnet on my refrigerator says: "If you can't say anything nice, leave."
Please R&R!