Twisting the Knife
A/N 1:30AM….
49 names and 49 tales, 48 unhappy endings and 1 left undone.
"Yuu-chan?" No response. A sliver of moonlight escaped though the cloudy heavens, landing on the bed. The sheets lay flat, undisturbed.
"Kanda?" He tried once more, and still he received no answer -The room was empty, except for himself.
With a small sigh, he crossed the room, sitting on the bed. Kanda Yuu had left, taking Lavi with him. What was left was the Bookman Jr.
Every night seemed to twist the knife, as the exorcist carried out his duties across the world. Bookman shivered at the thought of the exorcist, and their nights spend together in this room he sat in – but that's all they were in the end, right? Thoughts.
Every name had been forgotten about in this world, each life ended miserly. It made him wonder about this one, would this one be as cold and as soul-less, after his 50th name is chosen?
Would he become another clichéd memory? Become one more name with another unrequited, unnecessary love story set alongside? Would this passion die along side the labelled Lavi?
Kanda held onto this power without the knowledge of his own strength. The 49th alias would only live as long as Yuu, and every night twisted the knife of this wounding thought.