The 12 of may
When night full and the sounds of the wind singing its blissful tone running threw the hallways disturbing everything in its path making sure it was heard by every living thing acting like a small child running down the creaking wooden floor boards in the Asakura Home. A certain chill was in the air one people would not know a kind of presence that lived in the walls, shaking, mumbling a Tone only said mother would know.
From a distance a shadow would glow a faded image that would soon go. On this faithful day which shadow should remember a day of celebration 5 months after December. True to this a shadows own image that wore the same face but walked among the living. Small sounds on the creaking floor upsetting the boards as it walked more. Head hanged down face hidden, from where shadows looked he look bitten. Not from something that was travelling the air nor from a creature that bared a jaw with sharp like pearls.
Grief, sadness, a empty-ness only he would know, His worry shows. On this faithful day the 12 of may a time of happiness and woe, for one the time does not show. The small creature that figure sinks into the shadow, placed a shaken hand upon the wooden grove. The groaning and screaming of the wood forced open to show nothing but a dim light room lost of its own. The creature would venture into this dark lane. Wind running and creeping down the hall singing a Tone only said mother would know, shadows appearing just as fast as they go showing now sighs of a true foretold .
Justice and honour for a family so bold great tragedy was told. On that faithful day the 12 of may one child would celebrate on there own. Two half's make a whole, one should have known that once they spoke such words he'd never go home. Shadow creeping casting a glow venturing into that dark cove watching and waiting for the closets sound making the windows shake to make it feel proud.
Creature laying so peacefully on bedded sheets dreaming wishfully. Hoping to see the same face, one day the boy who shared the same date the 12 of may. Unknown to the creature the shadow close in, seeking the warmth only the same blood could bring. Suffocating the air would bring tossing and turning fighting the wind. Chocolate orbs open wide to such a surprise, meeting the same eyes. Shadows take form and rise watching with a blissful smile. A mirror image standing by his side watching him as he soon closed his eyes. Watching and whispering to the other to the one he called "brother".
The creature becoming paralysed watched the shadow with wishful eyes. The chill up his spine telling him of this wonderful surprise showing the form of a wide smile. As his eyes closed he held out to try and show him in the matter of time. 2 faces that share the same name come close once again as the moon blessed the creature in a beam of light the shadow would run to a safer height. Voice that whispered threw the wooden floor over to the creaking door saying his soft "Good Night" as his mirror image left for now until the next wishful night. Humming a tone only his mother would know walking the same foot steps of his living woe. Trusting in time he will shine and hoping to see that light that will glow so bright wishing him a good fight. Creeping wind leavening the building making sure to be known all threw the night a soft "good night Outouto" would be blown.