You and Me
Story by Gogehenks/Norick Madcaskae
Characters are Copyright Service and Games (SEGA)

Author's Note: Holy shit. Gogehenks posted a new story? Indeedly, I have decided to expand upon what was, "You and Me." Hopefully it will live up to expectations and will be something worth all your time.
Note that this is going to be an actual story, not a simple one shot thing.
Note also that the first two chapters are not actually story, but background to the main characters.

Anyways, that's all I have to say. Enjoy.

Warning: Rated R for Content. Those whom are easily offended would do well to fuck off.

Sincerely,
Gogehenks/Norick Madcaskae


"Some of the feelings I've held back...they seem to come back to haunt me."

His voice was golden, if one can describe sounds with colors. It was rich and benevolent, filled with a passion and glory for what he did. His loving voice and his almost jaw dropping speech; so full of emotion, so full of love. It was only surpassed by his sheer will to do good amongst the people around him.

"...But I know...deep within my heart and my soul...that these feelings will pass, with time."

A few people scooted around, getting comfortable. Some wiped tired, wet, or pained eyes while still others just stared in awe.

How I wanted, so badly to have been in there with them. To sit in the pew and listen to him go on and on. The very idea was, itself, almost terrifyingly beautiful. Oh, how I wished I could stand and sing with them, knowing the good that would come to my heart and soul. But I simply couldn't.

"Sometimes, however, these feelings do not pass as they should. Emotional attachments become harder to break with time. When such time passes, one can only hope these feelings will as well. When they don't, we become scared…"

I could feel my ears cringing, softly. I finally built up enough courage to step my pagan and sinful feet, barefooted, into this church.

It was why I had come in the first place…

"Even as children, we understand what death is…but no matter how long we live, we will never truly grasp why it hurts us so. Some of us don't fight such pains while others spout ridiculous claims of courage and hardened hearts. 'I won't be daunted,' we may say; but sooner or later, we all fall down and cry for those we lose in life…"

I wasn't actually looking. The people around me were like ghosts in a frighteningly real dream. The soft piano music that filled the cathedral made my heart sway like a pendulum. But such a movement wasn't meant for my heart.

My poor…solemn…lonely heart.

As I walked towards him, I had my eyes set. Strangely though, they did not look at him. They looked past him. They burned a hole through the podium, through his body and to, instead, the large caskets behind him.

"Even still, though, there are those who expect death. They know it comes, they know it's inevitable. And yet, despite this, they are still shocked when it does come. My friends and family…it is for these people that we pray now. It is for these people that, in my heart, will suffer more than those who have fallen…"

Though I didn't see the other people, I could feel many of them watching me as I wandered my way to the front, slowly but surely. My cold body quaked softly as shivers and feelings of discomfort ran up my spine. My eyes closed briefly as I caught my breath…and my heart.

"…Some of you have noticed the young girl making her way to the front of the pews…"

At this, I heard a rustle. Bodies moved to look, to get a better view. Children were silenced, people were hushed. Crying babies had even gone as if dead. I felt something drop from my face, but more, I felt its burnt path from my eyes, down my cheek, to my chin.

There was a murmuring in the crowd. Some said this, others said that. But I had no collective thought beyond what lay behind this man in a white robe.

"…These were her parents…"

Gasps and a darker silence filled the entire room as I continued my way up to the caskets. I walked up some small steps, tripping on one to get to the top. When I finally reached my destination, I looked into the caskets. With lids open, I could make out the perfected faces of my dad and mom. I blinked twice before reaching into the one with dad in it.

There he was…in my hands.

"This child is no older than 5…and yet she understands death…and now more so than most of us ever have in our lives. My friends…no child should ever have to see what this child has seen. No child should ever have to endure the tortures that has and must. No child…should ever…have to experience death…"

I heard voices murmur some more, some still crying. I heard a choir starting to sing, and despite my direct focus, could hear the muffled words of a song.

And that's where I broke...

The people in the cathedral may have cried, but none of them had been half as loud as me. What silence there was was utterly shattered by my whales. I tried to stop myself…but it was as the man had said: I understood death. I knew that these figures of love in my life were gone. They were never coming back. And worst of all: there was nothing I could do about it.

The man placed one of the spare white robes on me, more to cover my body than to keep me warm. He kissed me gently behind the ear, whispering something into it. It was a language I didn't know so I couldn't reply. I simply continued crying, hoping that maybe someday this horrible reality would be destroyed. I'd wake up realizing that it was all just a horrible dream.

Deep down, I knew though…

This was about as real as it could ever get…

"Ashes to ashes."

I buried my face into my arms and cried some more. My ears lowered to being almost flat against the sides of my face.

A match was struck. Two candles were lit. The lights dimmed the room into blackness. And I watched as the faces of my parents disappeared in front of me.

"Dust…"

to dust.