This is just a small story that I thought of a while back. Also to let you know I'm still alive xD.

Hope you enjoy.


She sat in darkness, the only light that of the moon, which shone through the tall castle like windows.

The room was bare apart from a red silk sofa that Beatrice sat upon.

She couldn't move. It hurt when she moved. She was so near to death, she had forgotten the point of living. Now, all she could do was stare blankly and the floor. Although her body was dead, she was alive inside. This was torture. She was locked inside of her own body as if it was a prison. She desperately wanted to call out, call for help. She couldn't even drink her own tea.

Just then the door creaked open slightly. Beato gathered all her energy to move her head slightly in the direction of the door. Battlers head appeared round the corner. He looked surprised and slightly guilty, after all, he had done this too her.

He walked over to her silently, Beato's eyes following him.

"Hey Beato," He smiled as her approached her "what are you doing her alone, huh?"

Of course she didn't answer, how could she?

"W-well...erm." He stuttered as he sat himself down next to her. Beato again managed to move her head slightly so she could see him out of the corner of her eye.

He sat their next to her in silence for a while.

A shiver was sent up Beato's arm as she felt Battlers warm hand upon hers.

"I'm sorry Beato," Battler said quietly "I really am sorry."

Battler budged over closer to her, she could sense the sadness radiating off of him.

"Truth is...I can't kill you," He said "not when you're like this."

Beato was surprised by this. Maybe he was beginning to see the truth, the meaning behind the games.

"It must be horrible for you," he muttered, looking down at the floor "You must hate me."

She wanted to call out to him. She wanted to say "No Battler, you idiot, can't you see I love you, you airhead!" but of course she couldn't. Hot tears swelled up in her tired eyes, stinging them.

Battler looked up directly at her. She saw tear stains down his cheeks.

"Oh, Beato what have I done!"

The tears now overflowed her eyes and were falling down her face.

"How could I do this to you!" he whispered as he pressed his head against hers.

Beato looked down at their intertwined hands. When she looked up at him, her eyes met his.

Battler leaned in closer and closer and their lips met.

Beato's eyes closed slowly as she felt his warm lips upon hers. Battlers arms moved around her waist.

Their lips parted as Battler rolled over on top of her, pushing her back so that she leant on the back of the sofa.

Their lips made contact once more. Battlers arms caressed her back and she sunk in deeper into his embrace. She managed to move her arms so that she gripped the sleeves of his jacket.

They stayed like this for a while until Battlers eyes opened and he realised what he was doing.

He jumped back off of her. He looked horrified and incredibly guilty as he backed away from.

"I-I'm sorry!" he kept repeating over and over again.

Then he swiftly left the room, the tall wooden doors closing behind him.

She tried to call out after him but all that escaped her cold pale lips was a small gasp.

She felt anger swelling inside her. Why was this happening to her. She couldn't even drink her own tea, or even walk by herself. She couldn't smell the newly bloomed golden roses in the rose garden. She couldn't laugh, she couldn't even smile.

She couldn't even kiss him back.


Hope you liked it. Oh and more when Death cries will be coming but I just don't know if you guys like it? tell me in the reviews please.