Disclaimer: I own nothing of Gun Grave and never will.
AN: Please take note of the setting in this story, as it is raining hard.
Rain. There's something about the rain that draws me to it. Maybe it's that it doesn't rain very often here. Or maybe, it's because my heart is similar to the rain.
When it rains, everything is washed away; the chalk lines drawn by little kids, the dirt off a car, blood down a sewer. It cleanses away every sin, and makes everyone stay inside. Except for me. I stand out in it and let it wash away all but the one sin that will never let go of me.
The atmosphere when it rains is one of gloom, and loneliness… it reminds me of myself. Or, more correctly put, my heart. My heart is empty. I have no more reason for living. Maria is gone, only to be replaced by her daughter, Mika.
I can see her face looking at me, and smiling from back in the old days, before Millenion, back when it was just the five of us in that crowded little house. We were poor, but we were happy.
Maria and the others were all I had back then, and all I ever needed. Then came the day that would change everything… the day that "Mad Dog" had come back and started killing of the others. Then came Millenion.
They had accepted us, and we were willing to get away from that town, even if it meant we were now part of a criminal organization. Things seemed like they might get better for a while. Then it happened… that one day, when I was fishing with Big Daddy. The day he told me he liked her, and he was just an old man who wanted a kid.
From that day on, I let go. I realize now that I shouldn't have done that, but it's too late for me to do anything. I realize now that I shouldn't have let myself be so blind to all that was going on around me, but when you live your life for Millenion, and nothing else, then you kind of get swept up in the happenings.
I was a sweeper. The best, or so I've heard. I don't care anymore though. I've died once for the company, I don't intend to do it again until I've finished my mission. Only then can I be with her… Maria.
Even if things don't end up the way I want them too, at least I have something to look forward to.
AN: kinda short and sad, I thought of it when it started raining one day and it reminded me of Gun Grave, so I made it. And of course, Grave is the narrator.