'Kurama?'
We were at the same place again. The pure white ground over looking the sea, waves crashing against the cliff that the ground was situated on.
The balcony.
The same one where we talked for the first time.
But why was I here? Didn't I... die... already?
'Kurama?' I tried again.
But he didn't seem to hear me. In fact, he didn't acknowledge my prescense at all. He looked.. vulnerable. Eyes downcast, shoulders dropped - and he muttered something I couldn't hear.
Was he... crying?
Sparkles of light flew down into the sea as a trickle of water slid down his eyes.
A demon, crying?
I hesitantly reached out to comfort him, but I went straight through. Then I realised.
I DID die. I AM dead.
'I am a gho-'
'Ghost? Yes, you are.'
I whipped around to face the new voice. It was girl with long bright blue hair wearing a pink kimono.
'I'm Botan, and I am your ferrygirl.'
Ferrygirl? For what?
'Your soul, of course. Or what you are now.' she replied cheerfully, as though death didn't terrify her. Nevermind the fact she read my mind.
'I can't read minds, if that's what you're thinking.'
Probably have dealt with too many dead people like me.
So I'm dead.
A movement beside me caught my attention. It was Kurama, and he finally realised he was crying as he wiped them away.
'You're special to him, you know that?' Botan spoke up.
I only smiled reluctantly in return.
After all, the more I cling to the things I'll never have... the more it'll hurt. It's best now to accept what I will have now, which was eternal peace.
Irony though, Kurama was my peace.