"...unfortunate event..."

Unfortunate, huh? Oh yes. How unfortunate. Truly tragic, isn't it?
I bet you never got to finish that breakfast your beloved wife prepared for you this morning...

"...noble..."

"...condolences..."

"... will be remembered..."

Remembered? By who? You? I highly doubt it. You'll just go back to your "normal" life after this. You'll do this over and over again. And I bet you'll just go to bed tonight, lie in your bed next to your wife and forget. Or try too.
As for me, I'm trying to forget. Forget it all.
I bet you're regretting your choice of job.

"...forever..."

"...in our hearts..."


Verdant eyes stared mercilessly at the nervous man in front of him.

"Excuse me. T-the sermon is over..."

"Continue."

"Huh, I-?"

"I said continue. I do not remember asking you to stop?"

The middle aged man licked his dry lips anxiously, a bead of sweat slowly dripping down his hooked nose. After clearing his throat noisily, he continued his sentence.

"I'm afraid t-this is all your money c-covers. To ask me to continue my services, there has to be an a-additional fee p-paid in advance..."

His eyes widened as a bunch of notes was violently thrown in the air.

"Here's your bloody money! Now continue the damn thing. Before-"

"I-I understand."

After breathing in a hasty breath, the man proceeded to open the leather book once more...


"Ah. He's gone."

"I should have just said the truth. Said that I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to feel alone. That- or I should have paid him more."

A tall figure slowly knelt down on the damp ground, slim fingers reaching out to trace the engraved letters on the cool stone.

"You're an idiot you know that?" the voice- now filled with humour- whispered.

"Getting yourself killed over a little kid. Whom- I may add- you didn't even know."

"But that's so you." the voice added after some thought.

"I can just imagine you, running into the road; after seeing a troublesome boy chasing after his beloved blue balloon."

"You truly are the greatest fool."

A pause. A glistening tear.

"Misa-chan."


Hey. So here's a short and (not so) sweet one shot. I have read many a story where the tragic blonde had somehow lost his life. Leaving Misaki alone.

I just felt the need to change the roles for once. Sorreh.