I have not and will never come even close to owning Vocaloid. Now that's out of the way, hope you enjoy the story.
Rin's P.O.V
After the funeral I came back to the modest grave with an assortment of yellow roses and white lilies and a fruit.
"This always was your favourite fruit..." I recalled ,with a detached tone, as I placed the flowers down, allowing them to rest on the wooden grave-marker. I sat down next to them as it started to rain and droplets of water started to run down my face At least my dress is black... that way the mud won't show as much... Hang on... if it's raining, why isn't my whole body getting covered in rain? And then... what's running down my face? I raised my hands to touch the liquid and tasted it experimentally hmm... salty... I gave up this train of thought as my hand dropped back to my lap, instead going back to the memory of a couple of days ago, just after I'd finished my final assignment...
When I opened my eyes the deed was done. Where the bullet had pierced his chest (once a dead shot, always a dead shot), blood blossomed like a red carnation in a suit, lying just over his heart. His face had that same melancholic smile that had been on it when he revealed to me his true identity; when he revealed that he was my childhood friend, my school friend and the keeper of my heart (Why did it have to be you...?! Why couldn't it be someone else?! Anyone else would have been fine... so why you?!). I lay down my penultimate note proclaiming the corpse to be my... hit (Mine. I did it. Nobody else did. It was me. I'm the guilty one) and swiftly left the scene.
"... Stupid pride..." I muttered to myself, pulling out my final note and a handgun out of my pocket, putting the note in the same hand as the fruit. I laughed derisively as I examined the gun, despite knowing everything about it. It should be this gun. After all, it is the gun that took his life...
I raised it in the air, as if giving a toast. I moved my hand back down a bit, finger curling round the trigger. I pulled it and shot my final target.
3rd person P.O.V
A loud noise reminiscent of a firecracker sounded throughout the empty graveyard. A grave was stained in a red liquid, the substance dying a bunch of yellow and white flowers red. Next to the grave, a young girl lay slumped, red dying part of her blond hair and white ribbon, which brought to mind a rabbit. In her right hand lay a handgun, in her left a note and a banana covered in speckles of red.
So... uh... yeah! As you can see (if you read my "Unhappy Refrain" story), I've pretty much covered the whole plot in my head, it just needs to be written down. So yeah, this is one of the bad endings my mind came up with... doesn't help that my mum was threatening to kick me out yesterday... oh well! Who cares about that? XD Well anyways, this is my first time doing this kind of story so please let me know if I've completely screwed it up, 'kay? So thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed (as much as you can enjoy anyway) and see you later!
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