Painfully short..
A whisper of love.
He was beautiful in life. He was gorgeous in death.
I knew then... I knew that was how I wanted him...
His cold gaze was now even colder; his emotionless face now, somehow, even more stoic.
Mine forever this way... he'll be mine always.
A nearly empty warehouse was the cover against the raging storm.
A shot of sanity.
Kanone had honestly never been more sober, for lack of a better word. When he led the other one to that place, he'd planned to have the elements on his side.
Will I look the same?
Curious olive eyes traced over the pool of blood that had formed behind the soft locks of hair. It had been spontaneous, if anything. He knew something would happen; perhaps his childish curiosity finally got the best of him.
Can I possibly be as wonderfully elegant as he in death? Can I follow such an act?
An act of devotion.
Not that Kanone could leave his heart to bleed on the floor. Not alone anyway.
I won't back down from this challenge, just like I rose to all the others.
The cold metal of the gun was raised and rested against his temple. A smile played across his face and a laugh was held in his cat-like eyes until the very end.
To die in tragedy... with a clear mind and soul... is there nothing more beautiful?
It was no secret Kanone had been fascinated with death and the more morbid side of life. So it was no surprise when he pulled the trigger as easily as he had not ten minutes ago.
A fool of a man.
This, his final masterpiece, his true art. His body collapsing into his enemy's in an eternal embrace. Kanone could never feel one thing without another. When he found peace, he was constantly checking his back. When he felt joy, his heart saddened that it wouldn't last long; as when he thought he might cry, he knew things would get better.
So was it a surprise after he told Kiyotaka that he hated him, that he whispered three more words?
Kanone-- his mind was a twisted and beautiful thing in life. Now, in death, his final act of love and pain was an even more gorgeous sight to behold to the young boy that watched over the scene, ever so calmly.
A small smirk played over the viewer's lips. Kanone was already on the brink of insanity, he knew it wouldn't be hard to push him over the edge and take both the Blade Child and the elder Narumi out.
"Well." The boy thought, turning from the warehouse and walking along the docks, watching the water rush against the sides, "That's one way to get the job done."
A plan of insane logic.
Ayumu Narumi had never been quite the same since he met the Blade Children.
In case you didn't get the whole implication here, I'll spell it out for you. Instead of like in the series, where Ayumu saves the Blade Children, their dependency on him smothered him, so to speak, and he went pretty insane. He blamed Kanone and Kiyotaka for most of it, obviously, since those were the two that went against him the most. Don't ask, really... you don't want to know where it came from (that and I don't know). Review!