Dark rain filled the smoking sky as the sun set upon a dead man's grave. All who watched stared at the burning man's home and where he lay burning, burning, leaving nothing but charred flesh on black bones. No one was sure how the fire started. Some spechulated that it was suicide. Other commented that it was arson. Only one person in the group of gaggling gossipers remained silent. His dark eyes brimmed with unshed tears as he silently cursed under his breath. His hair defied gravity, standing instead straight into the air, each black tip spiked. He was short but muscular, you could see that he trained hard throughout his life. No one payed any attention to him, instead they kept their steady gaze on the now dying embers of the fire. The man had finally retreated from the onlookers to a nearby car that awaited each window tinted so that the world could only guess what lay behind the glass. With a nod the driver opened the door and let the man in. As soon as the door was closed the driver hurridly ran to the car and drove off. The mood of the scene seemed to darken further when the man left and the gossip-mongers ceased all murmers as they lowered their eyes and offered a silent prayer. The police officers there ushered the people away and began to quickly investigate the fire.
They asked questions, but no one could remember ever seeing anything unusual, except for the black limo that drove away. Police officers made mental notes but dismissed that the person who was there had anything to do with the fire. The sky was now dark and the house glowed with the last dying embers of the fire before the firemen quickly finished it's last dying breath to the world in a cascade of water. Now nothing lit the night sky. The moon and stars hid from the world in a dark blanket of clouds. Rain continued to lightly drizzle as onlookers soon turned away from the scene to return to their warm homes and beds. Soon even the police and the firemen left to their homes. Each one grateful that this tragedy had not occured at their place of residence. The corpse of the dead man had been removed. Brought to the morgue to determine if the fire was the only cause of death. Late into the night would the autopsy take place revealing nothing new, other than the cause of death was caused by extreme heat and smoke filled lungs. The name of the man was Darien Chiba. Unbeknowest to only a few that he was the Prince of Earth, one of the sworn protectors, and even fewer knew that his death was not accidental.
They asked questions, but no one could remember ever seeing anything unusual, except for the black limo that drove away. Police officers made mental notes but dismissed that the person who was there had anything to do with the fire. The sky was now dark and the house glowed with the last dying embers of the fire before the firemen quickly finished it's last dying breath to the world in a cascade of water. Now nothing lit the night sky. The moon and stars hid from the world in a dark blanket of clouds. Rain continued to lightly drizzle as onlookers soon turned away from the scene to return to their warm homes and beds. Soon even the police and the firemen left to their homes. Each one grateful that this tragedy had not occured at their place of residence. The corpse of the dead man had been removed. Brought to the morgue to determine if the fire was the only cause of death. Late into the night would the autopsy take place revealing nothing new, other than the cause of death was caused by extreme heat and smoke filled lungs. The name of the man was Darien Chiba. Unbeknowest to only a few that he was the Prince of Earth, one of the sworn protectors, and even fewer knew that his death was not accidental.