The Good Left Undone

Lyrics by Rise Against

Story by SireyuSpiegel

In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding now what I've been missing,

A shaft of light was the only thing that lit the one room shack, other than the holes in the roof. It fell straight across her face as she peered from the split in the wood into the overgrowth outside. Rustling in the trees. Too late now.

But I know…
So I tell myself, I tell myself it's wrong.
There's a point we pass from which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.

Yurohime. The Old man had been dead for months, yet everything, everything in his house was the same as always. Too Late now…

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

Sensei; Father figure; A hero for all her life… It was too late now. It was in her hand.

Inside my hands these petals browned,
Dried up, fallen to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I pushed my fingers through the earth,
Returned this flower to the dirt,
So it can live. I walked away now.

Her very own handKanna was not smiling, unmoving until she collapsed on her side, the band of light streaking across her abdomen.

But I know…
Not a day goes by that I don't feel it's burn.
There's a point we pass from which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.

Red-Head half sister… a year younger but …Like a twin she could care about: Kuruku Sireyu, Kuruku-Hime. Always Loyal, just like they promised. They came.

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

Angel Boy, Angel boy. Seiko Sireyu. Baby brother, seven years younger. Sickly. Small. Over-worked. Underfed. He came too.

Life saving boy.

All because of you…
All because of you…

Father said to her: "I will send two of your siblings for you in a month, for I am letting you go back." Aristocratic tone. High-and-Mighty attitude.

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
Inside these arms of yours.

Father said to her: "You will have to, with your own hands, pick Yurohime's flower. The Blue and Yellow one. Yurohime's 'everlasting' flower. It's been there since I was around your age, Minerva." Real name. Not Minerva. Never want to be Minerva again! "Pick it, and you may stay in the land of the Shinobi; if it is left unpicked, you will come home." Home had become a strange place to her. Her home was not with him.

She promised to send it in a package if she could bring herself to pick it. He knew she would have problems picking any flower, most especially that one. The flower was the only one that could cure Kuruku's sickness. It was also her only tie to Yurohime-Sama. Too Late. It's severed, girl!


All because of you,
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place.
I'll follow your voice,

Kanna's eyes drifted shut, Blue and yellow flower clasped in her hands as her two favorite siblings leaned over her in the shack. They were here. A month. October twentieth had come! She raised the flower into the light for Kuruku and Seiko to see, and sat up a bit herself, pushing one of Yurohime's scrolls out of the way.

"Hallo Angel boy, Kuruku-Hime. Happy Birthday, Kuruku-Hime," She fell flat on her back; for a moment, she thought she saw the old man's Alderainian red eyes through a hole on the ceiling "And Happy birthday to you too Yurohime-Sama."

He had allowed her to pick it. Yurohime-Sama …No… Yurohime-Dono.

All you have to do is shout it out.