A/N: Kay this was just something I wrote because I felt like it. There is really no reason nor plot to this story, so if you're looking for something like that try something else. This was kind of written with Yami no Matusei in mind, but it is very AU. In fact I would go as far as to say it's something else entirely, but the spirit is based on Hisoka if there was no such thing as the spirit world. I may end up moving it to fiction press later if I feel it is better as a standalone story though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matusei though the plots mine.
Now on with the one-shot.
He waited.
It had been so long since there had been anyone to visit; it hadn't always been like this. Once they had come often, but that had faded just like everything else.
He remembered when he had been first brought here. In this place he had stayed for years. He remembered the feelings of pain and betrayal at the life that had been cut so short. He remembered the unfairness of it all, as he watched the guilty one lie his way off punishment and unable to do anything about it.
Besides who really cared about a dead man?
To most he simply ceased to exist there was nothing left. A faded memory, except for those he was close to.
He had watched them gather at the church and scoffed at the dignified goodbye they gave him, they cared for him so much more now that he was dead.
He had watched as they glanced upon the frail pale corpse and whisper their last goodbyes to the soulless object. He had seen tears that fell upon the body from individuals who had hated him. He had seen glares from those he cared for. And he hated them for it.
He had watched as the coffin was loaded into the Hurst and transported to the graveyard, a parade of people following like a herd of fish.
He had watched as the box was lowered into the ground and covered in damp dark soil.
He had watched as friends and enemies laid flowers down upon the freshly packed down earth and leave.
He had also attempted to leave, but found that he was chained to the stone which had marked his resting place.
He had waited.
In the beginning when the wound was fresh many people had come. They had stopped by the stone and shared the stories of their life. They had confessed to the shameful things they had hidden and quietly thanked the spirit for listening, if he was even there.
He listened.
It was his only form of entertainment; listening to the stories visitors shared.
Unfortunately time passed. The smooth marking stone became beaten down to harsh edges and smoothed engravings. The small seedlings planted upon the grave blossomed brilliantly, then withered, and with the passing time the visitors stopped.
He had watched as friends and family died, leaving him alone chained to life watching silently as the memory of him faded.
The stone wore slowly, trapping the spirit until the last small speck was weathered away under the tall tree that was planted behind the grave.
As the last speck faded, the spirit watched as the chains snapped freeing him from the open prison.
"Finally." He whispered as he too faded from the living world.
Slowly as he faded the Sakura's petals were swept up in the wind, and carried away. It was the trees goodbye to its constant companion through the years.
Goodbye. The wind whispered as the last trace of his existence was swept away.
Be forever forgotten.
A/N: Me again. The ending was slightly different then I imagined, but oh well.
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