Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei

Notes: This fic was based on the song "Love is Blindess" by U2, which is an excellent song and an excellent band. This is a concept fic for me, and I don't know how good it'll be. I haven't written First Person for awhile…and never so many First Person's, either. So if it's crap, please forgive me.

Chapter Warning: Suicide, infanticide. Spoilers for the as-yet-unpublished-in-English manga
i. Kasane

"My dearest Nagare," I say out loud to myself, my hand and voice shaking as my pen strokes the paper. "To quote an English lady who also wrote one of these, 'I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been'."

Two drops of water, quickly followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth, decorate the page.

"How could any two people be as happy as we had been? No one could love as much as we did. I think Iwao knew that. I think he couldn't stand it. Such a spoiled man. He hates us. He wants to punish us. How can I live with such hatred surrounding me? How can I live seeing that man smiling smugly at me day after day, knowing that his filthy hands were on my child's neck and he watched her flail while she suffocated? I can't. I just can't, Nagare. I feel like he's strangling me, too. It's getting harder and harder to breathe as I'm writing this. I can hear my little girl crying."

I can hear my little girl crying. I want to get up and run to her, hold her in my arms and comfort her, look up and see my husband in the doorway, and recall how easy it is to love a man, especially one as young as we are, who takes care of his child.

I picked her name and the kanji myself. "Hisoka"…"Secret". Like she was my little secret, my little love child that the rest of the world couldn't touch.

"Take good care of Rui," I say as I write. "I know how infatuated she is with you, and I know that you'll want another me. I think your names fit better together, too. "Nagare and Rui" flows easier than "Nagare and Kasane". Rhyming names are silly. Do me a favor though, Love? Don't let her forget her niece. Don't let my baby's name die."

My hand is wet.

"I think it might be dark and cold where the baby is, but it'll be okay, so long as I'm with my child. Please…join us when it's possible. We'll miss you until then.

All my love,

Kasane."

I press my lips against the paper and leave it by the tree I'd been leaning against. The lake is cold, and the water reflects the night sky. The moon is a crescent, and as a cloud blocks out the light from the sky, I go under. For a moment, all I see is black. I can hear my little girl crying.