Pairings:Dirty Pair

Category: angst/tragedy

Rated:T

Title: The Woes of Solomon Grundy

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The woes of Solomon Grundy,
Born on Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday:
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.

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I stared in wonder at the boy sitting in front of me at the station, anyone who looked at him would think that he was indeed a she. He was wearing ornate clothes that signified a high social status but they were all black, obviously in mourning. A veil covered his porcelain face but blue eyes peered at me from behind the veil. I wondered how anyone who looked so stunningly beautiful could look so sad.

"What is your name?" I asked of him.

"Mukahi," He replied.

"What is a man of your status doing at a station such as this?" I asked.

He looked surprised at my guessing his gender and spoke, "I'm going to the funeral of my husband."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I tried to offer my condolences but he held up a hand.

"My husband is alive to everyone but me," He shook his head sadly.

"Who is this husband of yours?"

"Oshitari Yuushi, or rather, Solomon Grundy."

"Oshitari? You mean the Oshitari family?" By his clothes I had guessed his noble birth but I hadn't guessed that he was acquainted with the Oshitari family of prestige.

"Yes, Oshitari, the tensai…" Mukahi replied, "he came to my estate on Monday, with a limping horse and dirt all over him. I judged by his clothes that he was of even higher birth than I was. Yet my darling Yuushi lost his memory of who he was before and thus had no place to go. I asked my parents to take him in, they employed him and he was born."

I noticed Mukahi's eyes light up with happiness at the memory of his husband.

"He was the most handsome and gallant man I had ever met. We spent many days together, talking, strolling, doing nothing at all. We became friends. You must know how hard it is in high society to have great friends; he was my sanctuary, my heaven on earth and so he was christened."

Mukahi lifted up his veil and gazed at me before continuing.

"We were married on Wednesday, when we became lovers. Everyday I spent in his company, we talked and laughed as if we had known each other our whole life. Oshitari was my life and I was his. It was the happiest time of my life and I believed it was the happiest time of his too. Sadly it didn't last long.

"Anyone who heard the poem of Solomon Grundy would pity dear Solomon, but the person that deserves the most pity is the wife he left behind when he died that Saturday."

"People usually don't look at the big picture." I offered when he paused to wait for a reply.

He shook his head, "He started remembering figments of his past life on Thursday, thus he took ill with fever. I never left his side, I took care of him my every waking moment and when I was asleep, I dreamt about him. My parents worried too only they worried about me."

His voice shook as he spoke the last part, "And then on Friday, he remembered everything…"

"What happened then?" I asked, entranced by this tale.

A single pearl tear fell down his face, "my Yuushi died on Saturday, he left me because he remembered his old lover, Atobe Keigo."

"The Atobe Keigo?" I asked, surprised, Atobe was the most important man in the business world today. It wasn't surprising that Oshitari would return to him but to leave behind such a bride…

He merely shook his head again, "I begged him not to leave, I begged him to stay with me but he wouldn't. He left without a word," Mukahi said, "he said he didn't love me, he didn't even remember who I was."

"Oh…" I was speechless.

"The woes of Solomon Grundy…" He started to recite but stopped halfway.

I continued for him, "Born on Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday-"

He held up his hand to stop me. A shaking hand that betrayed his façade of calm.

"Today he marries Atobe Keigo and I am to attend the funeral. He is buried today, on Sunday… in my heart… this is the end of my tale, the end of Solomon Grundy."

With that he took off, walking as quickly as possible and I watched as his shadow disappear around the corner.

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The woes of Solomon Grundy,
Born on Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday:
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.

A/N: Finally it gets Angsty. Well, it's kinda like the story in Godchild… -sigh- and it's kinda AU. The woes of Solomon Grundy is a sad poem, I swear they shouldn't teach it to children. He has such a sad emo life. I like Sandileina's story tho. It adds humour. It's really weird, and it's the first story that actually talks about the rhyme rather than symbolizing it (which it also does). This story is a hard story for me to write because I guess I'm so sensitive to dirty pair. Lol. It was gonna be silver or something but I think dirty suits better, don't you?

Oh btw, the first person narrative is like... Hiyoshi or something. I wrote it thinking that it would be Hiyoshi, you can put anyone in.

E/N: I don't get it... I really don't…please don't explain it to me… for there is absolutely no point whatsoever…anyways…LMAO dirty pair is just sooo suited to emoness!! Ica has had her fill of rambling…not that it was a ramble anyways….but whose reading this anyways…