Disclaimer: I don't own anyone...damn.
Rating: PG, just to be safe, though I'm sure it could really be G...I don't know. ^^;
Spoilers: erm…not really...
Warning: Someone is dead. Very dead. It's angsty.
How Many
How many times can I send my apologies before they become trite and stale?
How many times can I say, "I'm sorry" until you believe it?
And how many times must I stand here before you before I can finally let go?
A man can say many things in his lifetime, and mean so few of them. Such harsh words should never be directed towards a child. Certainly not from his own father.
A child conceived in lust, born into pain. A child raised in hate, taken in indifference. Born into Power, taken by Power; did you ever know anything different?
The love of a mother, the pride of a father. You had neither, yet you managed to flourish. How did a moon-kissed flower bloom with no light, with no care?
You went against everything I told you. Because of this, the world still exists. You fought by his side in a battle you knew you could win but not survive. I was told that the last words from your lips were his words, and your final goodbye to him.
How does it feel, young one, to be taken if your youth? To be snatched from life even before you could become a true man? How does it feel, my child, to know that you are now and forever a hero to our kind?
How should I feel, my son, to know what you've done? Should I be angry, as you've defeated our Dark Lord? Or should I sing your mournful praises along with the rest of our world, as you've kept us all from meeting our end?
I wish I could say that your mother sends her love, but I'll lie to you no more. The first week, she cried. The second week, she threw a party 'in your honour.' It was a lovely gala; your mother throws the best. You would have hated it.
Are you happy now, wherever you are? Do you finally have everything you never had here? Are you loved?
I ask no god for forgiveness, neither yours nor my own. The sins of the father lay heavy on your soul; the sins of the self lay heavy on my own. Though I am undeserving, I ask only forgiveness from you. I ask you lay forgiveness on an old man's soul, one who knew not what he did in his youth.
How many times must I visit this place? How many times must I see your body taken from where it should properly lay, only to be put next to the one who took you with him? Did he please you? Does he please you? Did he give you everything you needed and deserved?
Did he love you as only he could? As no one else would? For as much as I have hated him, as much as I still hate him…take care of him now, and assure me that he will do the same for you.
With you has died a great line. And from the ashes has sprung a great new world; one that you would have been proud of, had you been able to see it.
How many anniversaries must I see before I can say it to you? Before I can say it to myself? Thirty years come and gone since you. It's been so quiet since. Have you noticed the time passing at all?
How many tears must I shed for the son I never got to know?
Owari.
Yeah, it's depressing. Sorry. Not really slash, just a tiny mention of it. I love Draco. Y-Y
-=Keiran=-