I wanted to take a moment to get this out. The other day, I was browsing about a Nabari no Ou forum, and I ran into a rather...interesting topic someone had posted. Now, normally i'm all for everyone stating their own opinions and whatnot...however, this particular topic bothered me greatly.
This person wrote for nearly a page, stating how Kamatani was 'sick'for making Yoite the way he was. They claimed that that was the reason she ended the character, because he was 'vile' and 'disgusting' and 'not really a male character', because being intersex isn't 'natural' and people like that 'aren't meant to exist'.
Perhaps i'm getting too personal on the subject, but truly, it saddens me that so many people have thoughts such as these. Everyone is born uniquely. Cherish that thought. If we were all created the same, then would we really be 'alive'?
Anyway...that was just a thought. I wanted to thank you all who have supported me through this story, and your reviews and critiques are greatly appreciated.
While it may seem so, this is not the final chapter. There will still be a few, so that you're all aware. I've been plotting on how to continue after a certain scene, after all. Some of you may love the course I take, some may hate it...-weary look- I suppose we'll know soon enough.
Tears threatened to fall in frustration, gripping him from inside and tearing at his tightening throat. Tracing a small finger along the rough skin of the scar across his left palm, he felt his heart sink in his chest to the realization. Scars, while leaving imprints, are only memories of past events. Erase that, and there is nothing...no reminder of what once was.
Yoite was going to disappear. That wasn't alright. That was one scar he never wished to part with.
'When you say it like that, it's almost like you're...'
His fingers curled inward over the palm and clenched his hand almost like he were trying to hold it in place.
"Do you want him to live?"
His heart jolted to the start, muscles tensing when he heard it. It was her.
"Such confused children...both the other one, and you. It's easy...Just erase the truth that that child ever gained the Kira. Something of that scale should not have much consequence to you at this point."
'But...That's not what Yoite desires...'
"So? Do it for what 'Miharu' desires. If both of you can gain happiness from it, how can it be wrong? You have the right to gain happiness."
Her voice was cold upon his ear. Tempting, and more than ever he just wanted to listen to it.
'I don't want Yoite to die. If Yoite disappears, what would I do?'
"So desire it."
'I hate it. Who am I if I can't rely on Yoite?'
"Miharu..."
"I hate myself when i'm like this...I hate it!"
The sound of crunching snow tore his thoughts aside, but as he made to turn, it was too late.
A quick blow to the stomach, it's partner to the back of the head, and he lost it. Everything was gone...blackened.
'Miharu...'
Who was it...? Yousei-san? No, it was too gentle...
'Miharu, wake up.'
His eyes opened, yet he still couldn't see. At any natural moment, the realization should have been terrible and frightful, but there was an overwhelming warmth here, kindness radiating from its' core. What was this place?
A fading light caught his eye just faintly, urging his curiosity enough for him to turn. Voices...he could hear voices from it.
Thobari...?
"I told you...I want people who have the right qualities." the other spoke, though not directly to him. A hallway came into view, and he recognized it easily enough. His old school. "In any case, you should undergo some training." That's right...this was the first day. That fated day when the art awoke within him, changing his life forever. He watched the scene play out before his eyes-a memory forgotten by passing time.
The man leaned down to the past Miharu and spoke something too low to hear, though he could remember what the words were. 'You're being targeted.'
The scene faded gradually, and the room once more grew to black. He understood now. His memories...
"Can I put the sauce in now?" Kazuho...
The boy shifted as something new, something brighter was shown, and he couldn't help but to smile at this. He could see himself clearly, head low and cooking as the excited woman watched him while eagerly urging the bottle toward him.
"This is amazing!" Yukimi..."Yoite, you think so too, right?"
Yoite.
There he was...plate held to his chest as usual, pausing before taking another bite of food. He was alright...he wasn't nearly as pale back then. Hair a tad shorter perhaps, standing tall, proud, instead of hunched and in pain. Yoite...the larger difference was there, in his eyes...that precious light was still dull.
Just as before, all faded back into nothingness, yet unlike before, he found himself stepping forward and reaching out as if to grasp some invisible rope. Why was he seeing this? He didn't want these memories. They only reminded him..
"Why are you doing this!" He cried out to the shadows.
"Let's make it so that you were never here from the start." What...? Whose voice was that? It was one he didn't recognize. Where was it coming from? He turned to find it, but nothing was there.
Miharu found himself walking, legs moving of their own accord as he strained his ears and eyes, trying to catch anything out of the ordinary to give him a clue. Then he heard...it was a small whimper of a sob, a gentle cry and a gasp. He paused in his step to listen more closely, partially grateful when the whimper repeated itself. Then, there before him lay something...a figure curled into itself, a hint of crimson surrounding it.
He didn't speak. Something inside of him told him to approach the form, and he listened to it eagerly, wanting to understand this. All of it. It was the form of a child...
The sight caused his chest to clench with discomfort, throat tighten to the extent that he felt as though he would suffocate. It was a pitiful vision...this small creature, gripping at the dripping wound around his neck as he fought to breathe. He shivered, trembled and whimpered, blackened bangs covering the face. Miharu bit his lip and knelt down to take up the boy carefully into his arms, one hand cradling him with gentleness, the other touching the ones over the throat tenderly. Surely it was too late for this poor creature. Everything was red, even where he sat. Too much was lost, and it made his heart ache with guilt that he'd found this far too late.
His hand slid higher to come into contact with that smooth, pale cheek that was painted with tears, then shifted higher to brush the bangs aside.
"...!"
Eyes widened and muscles tensed.
Lifeless blue eyes...
Familiar blue eyes...
Yoite's blue eyes.
He found his lips parting, mouth gaping open as he tried to speak yet finding no words. Those eyes watched him, peering so deeply that he had to look away. It was too much...
Suddenly the weight was lifted as the child disappeared.
"No.." he tried to hold on tighter. "No." he repeated, lurching forward until his palms and knees met harshly with the floor, drenching himself in the liquid that was left behind. "Come back! Bring him back!"
He'd never screamed do loudly in his life. It hurt. Everything hurt. He was burning from the inside in icy flames.
For several minutes he remained this way, a dry sob heaving from his lungs before he felt something. It was that warm sensation...
'Miharu.' He didn't look up. Didn't have to. He'd met this voice just a small handful of times, but it was just enough to know there was nothing to be frightened of.
Eyes sliding shut, he melted into the arms that encircled him there in the night, ear pressing to a thrumming heart. It was the heart of his mother.
'There, my boy...Do you understand? He's lived a life without really living, before he met you. Shunned by his parents, used without getting a say in anything...You know the reason, don't you?' She whispered the words, rocking him lightly. He felt like a child, clinging to the woman desperately as she rest her chin atop his head.
"It doesn't matter..." He answered, voice hoarse with emotion. "Why does it have to matter? Yoite is Yoite...Yoite has always been Yoite..."
'Sweet boy. Yoite exists only because he was forced to. The one you've met...the one you've come to love, is the one that rests deeper inside of him. Do you understand what i'm saying? You're out of time...you know what you have to do. I have faith you'll do the right thing that will make you both happiest.'
"I'm afraid...I don't want to lose him."
The loving fingertips of his mother brushed over his scalp, soothing him as best she could. His eyes had grown heavy, and a part of him just wanted to disappear as well. Yet...
'You know what you have to do, Miharu.'
She was gone.
"So you're finally awake?" Hattori smiled grimly down at him, shadowing him from what little light lit the room. His head pounded, and his stomach hurt, but regardless this fact, he tried to sit up best he could.
"Please..." Miharu bit out, situating himself to sit up correctly, trying his best to ignore the ache of his body. "Please, there is no time left. Please let me go to Yoite."
The elder man leaned back to his own seat, humor clearly gone from his face. After all, the last time they'd been in a room together, it caused the series of events that lead to him having to flee. Miharu found himself clenching his muscles, hands grasping the front of his sweater tightly as he watched the man. It was more than clear that he was less than pleased to see the young boy.
"The excursion is over. I thought I gave you two more than enough free time, but..."
"I promise I'll return to you. Please..."
"How many times do I have to tell you there is no reason to grant Yoite's wish? What is the reason you hold so much concern for him?"
Hattori's words tasted like vinegar, salt in an open wound.
'Because I...'
"Because me and Yoite...are the same."
Miharu's words seemed to catch him off guard for the moment and although he wasn't looking, he could feel that gaze upon him once more, as well as hear the halt of the pen he was using to write with.
"Do you know of his past?" he asked. Suddenly this felt like an interrogation of the heart.
"No." 'Not all of it anyway.' "But I-"
"What part of you and he are the same?"
What part...what part? He'd never taken the time to think it through. It wasn't something one could so easily state, after all. Somehow he just knew that deep down they shared the same ties, a red string bonding them together.
The man spoke up again as he set down what he'd been working on. "Sure, you have no parents and have the special circumstance of carrying the Shinrabansho. But then there were people who extended their hands to help you. People from Banten, Fuuma...Family, friends...You were always blessed with people's kindness. But that child was not the same. With an existence where even just 'living' was unpleasant, he desired the 'erasure of himself'. Perhaps because we were too kind, he rejected others and desired nothing. At the point beyond despair, while hiding his breath it was his first and last wish."
Miharu recalled the vision...the child who he held so dear to his heart, covered in blood and expressionless.
"He is truly diligent and smart. In just over a year, he had absorbed the information and skills he would need to become a ninja. At first glance, his effort contradicted his wish. For him, it must have simply been a crossing point. Alive but dead. Not alive but not dead. He put his life on the line the most because he believed that his existence was perpetually wavering like that of a ghost. If he didn't do that, the person who he thought he was would immediately vanish. That child was never apathetic toward himself. Unlike you."
'You may know more about him, but I know more inside of him then you ever could...' Miharu stood with a sudden movement, gazing down at the other with eyes that pleaded to be heard. "But I-"
"Are you saying that the two of you have a bond that surpasses those words and reasons? As an adult, I don't have the pleasure of seeing that new world. I won't deny you, but I think your power should be used for greater things. Counterfeits...You and Yoite are not the same at all."
"You're wrong..."
"Now if you'll excuse-"
"You're wrong!" He bit out this time. It was almost humorous, the expression on the elder man's face, and yet this was far from the time to be thrown into a fit of laughter. He couldn't understand. He wouldn't, and Miharu wasn't entirely convinced he wanted him to understand. A small hand reached for the door, but as it was slammed before he could grasp it, he felt every muscle in his body give in. He fell against the frame, trembling fingers flat against the surface now. This was all a waste of time.
Whether he granted Yoite's wish or not..he was more than useless if he remained stuck in this place.
'I made a promise...'
Back then, fear clouded his judgment. He called out the shots without ever having a choice. They met as enemies, but in reality, there never was friend and foe. Since the first moment their eyes met on the battle field, something had clicked, as if the events that were meant to take place were working at full speed for them both. Things were changing rapidly from the start.
'That day in the train car...that was when I first saw it. Although you knew I had no choice but to help you, when I spoke the words your eyes lit up for the first time. That was when I finally saw that there was an existence hidden there. You didn't smile with your lips..you didn't even smile with your eyes. But through your eyes, you smiled with your heart. You were excited when someone was willing to help you...Side with you...Not Kairoushou, but you.'
Lost in his thoughts, he slid to a seated position in the mid of the room.
'I knew nothing about you, and you didn't know me. We didn't even talk much back then. Somehow though,it felt like you were there all along.'
Voices could be heard from the other side of the door, down the hall a ways so that he couldn't tell the conversation. Surely, even if he'd been a foot from the people, he wouldn't have noticed their words. He was too far lost, drowning in his thoughts now. Perhaps his heart was panicking within...
That precious night flitted back into his mind just then. Yoite's eyes were on him, and his the same in return. He recalled the way the boy shivered to his kisses, and while there were times he had to slow himself to allow the other time, not once was he pushed away. No, quite the opposite. Yoite was reaching for him and him alone. They needed each other then physically, but the truth of the matter was, at the end of the day, they always needed one another mentally and emotionally. They were one another's life lines, their very air supply. He wished desperately that he could give the other more, but also a part of him understood that Yoite wasn't the type to just take. His actions weren't selfish. He was a giver, one who gave too much and expected too little. Regardless...Miharu wished to offer everything he could and more.
The racket outside grew louder. Footsteps echoed...Then, lifting his head to the sound of the door re-opening, he parted his lips to speak with a voice full of question. "Gau-san...?"
A familiar face not seen in what felt like years.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" The other boy asked, but his words seemed a blur. "It's alright. I'm on you and Yoite's side. It seems that Yoite-kun is heading this way-"
The magic word and he turned to look directly at him, brows knitting into an unreadable expression. "What?" What indeed...it wasn't too late. He was here. There was still time. Forest-green eyes fell once more to the scar across his palm, and without hesitation, he reached with both hands to make harsh contact to his own cheeks as if telling himself it was time to wake. "Yoite's in no condition to fight. We have to help him."
Another set of footsteps drew their attention back toward the doorway as a man, one not recognized made his way hurriedly toward them, arm outstretched and reaching for Miharu. "You," he motioned to Gau at first, "What are you doing here? You're in the way. Move!" Snagging Miharu harsh by the wrist, his free hand pushed firmly against Gau's chest to shove him away like some offensive being. "Leader wishes to store the Hijutsu in a safer location."
Gau gritted his teeth bitterly, trying his best to get back to him. "What do you mean 'store'? He's a human being! Please, stop, why don't you think about how he feels?" his hand took the stranger's shoulder and forced him to turn, his other reaching out for Miharu only to be knocked away.
"Stop barking, you brat!"
"Gau-san-" the younger struggled for freedom when Gau was knocked so simply aside. He didn't know how much more he could take...All time passing, he had to witness time and time again people being hurt because of him. It was enough...
"Damn it-" the man snapped as the boys squirmed and kicked, "Calm down! Someone capture the Hijutsu-" a sickening crack ended the words, and the next each knew, was that the assailant fell forward limp and lifeless to the floor.
A flash of pink and rose..
"R-Raikou-san-"
The samurai smiled to them. Their knight in shining armor.
"Are you two alright?"
"Raikou-san...why...?"
"The road with no retreat was forked, so I decided to follow this path. That is all." His smile faded just as quickly as it had been birthed. Celebration was put on hold, however. All knew there was no time for it.
They stepped forth, racing from the room and unsurprised by the group that had now clouded the hallway. There were too many, much more than their tiny group of three. Gau reached out for him to stop him, pleading softly to his companion and praying inwardly. "Raikou-san-"
The sword was drawn and glinted to the dimmed light of the surrounding space. "Even if this is a decision that goes against the way of the samurai, I will not regret it."
Miharu opened his mouth to speak, but when a nearby explosion startled him, he felt it.
It was there.
That sensation he'd come to love and depend on was there, coming for him, and without a doubt he knew he felt that presence. "Gau-san, Raikou-san, this way!" He tugged free from his friend's hold, not seeming to care what happened next. Let an army come to stop him, it didn't matter. Even his name being called from the others was inaudible.
'He is here..he came for me..i'm not too late..'
Back then, those eyes reminded him of the clouded depths of the ocean, lost to the light above...he refused to see them so blurred ever again...
'Even if I have to risk drowning myself...i'll throw everything aside to see you reach the light.'
His shoes hit the fallen snow when he bolted from the confines, heart pounding and soaring and gasping in delight to the vision that greeted him there.
He was there...
Those lips he loved so much were smiling to him, those arms outstretched and eyes dancing in happiness.
"Yoite!"
Long arms encircled him as his own wrapped tightly around the one he loved. He nuzzled his face into his chest, inhaled his scent as deep as his lungs could muster. 'I love you...' he screamed into his mind. 'so much...' They clung desperately to each other, basking in one anothers heat despite the chill of the falling snow.
He felt his own smile fall though as the reunion was short lived. Something was wrong...Something was horribly, horribly wrong. Yoite collapsed from beneath his own weight, resting now completely onto Miharu's small shoulders. He was disappearing...leg already broken down from the effects of the kira. Miharu thought back to his dream...that small, lifeless child drenched in red...he was too late to save him, but he wouldn't make that mistake again. He would be with him until the end this time.
"Come on, Yoite. We'll find somewhere warmer." he shifted carefully, pulling the other in a way that lay him partially against his back. It would be difficult, but then again, what part of this was ever easy? Yoite made no sound aside from his shaky breathing as the smaller of the two worked to pull them both. Luckily, while he was taller than his average age, Yoite weighed far less than the average.
Miharu held tightly to the other, shoes crunching down into the snow with difficulty. He would manage though...He refused not to. Even if this was the end, he refused to let it go this way...
His eyes snapped upward when two figures emerged from the fog. He recognized them easily enough as the ones they had run from in the past, but before he could make any move of defense, he was met by a fist, feeling Yoite's weight fall from him as those same fingers jerked him forward then by the collar. He glanced around blindly for his friend, fear painted in his every feature. He needed...
His attacker paused for the second, only to shove him aside without warning. What had happened? It was too fast to tell. A glimpse of blond, a knowing smirk and blue eyes he'd known all too well, accompanied by a simple "hey" of greeting...
Yukimi wrapped an arm tight around his waist, the other snagging the lifeless Yoite up in the same manner. Though the area was by literal terms, 'up in smoke' by the man's tricky work, Miharu could see all too clearly. Everything was coming together it seemed. At last...
It felt like they were always running. Never a moment to breathe.
"You guys..." Yukimi shook his head with an exasperated sigh when the pair was set down once they were certain danger was far enough behind. "What do you think I gave you cellphones for?" He muttered beneath his breath. Stepping away from the boys just long enough to peak around the corner from their hiding spot, he continued to mumble as if speaking partially to himself. "If I hadn't gotten in contact with Gau, I would've been lost right now!"
His griping was comforting in a way...causing Miharu's heart to feel like it was swelling too much it would burst.
After everything...they still had companions.
"Yukimi-san..."
"Any broken bones? Let me see..."
"I'm fine..." 'but...' "Yoite..."
A strong hand lifted to touch his brow, giving a light ruffle of the hair. Although this hand had done great damage to others in the past...it was gentle and warm. The hand of a father. This simple act alone brought a smile to Miharu's lips as Yukimi shifted to reach for something and moved to where Yoite was leaning against the nearest wall.
Yoite's dazed gaze dropped upon feeling something drape around his neck.
The muffler...
He was certain it had been destroyed before.
"Here." Yukimi smiled at him, "It's yours."
"Yukimi...I...Kairoushou...I'm sorry..."
The gunner didn't speak at first. He knew, just as Miharu knew what was happening. This was no time for apologies on anyone's behalf. "You should be. I've been continually thrown around by you." he teased gently, touching the sixteen-year-old's hand. "But hey, it's no big deal."
Pulling his hand away just enough, he gripped the man's shirt to pull him closer, leaning against him just enough so that he could hear his words. "Miharu...Protect him. I don't have the power to pull Miharu out of the water anymore."
Yukimi understood without having to be asked twice. It was alright now though. That silly cat he'd bonded to was right here all along. He made it in time. "Ha..." he smiled, gazing into mirroring blue eyes. "You're so troublesome."
Hellos and goodbyes...it's impossible to tell when a moment is the final you'll see of a loved one. The past and future blend so easily, its' difficult to tell when one ends and the other begins. In that moment, time itself ceased as fate watched from the front row, gazing upon the friends with expressionless eyes.
'Goodbye, kid.'
Yukimi turned sharply away. They'd been found.
"Go!" He called back to Miharu who had stumbled to his feet in poor attempt to help as the assailants drew their weapons and moved to pierce the companion.
"Yukimi-san-"
"I'm fine! You take Yoite and run!"
When was it going to end? His heart sped once more as he tugged Yoite closely once more, moving only as fast as two legs could carry him. All he could do was run away...he was useless to help again. Useless...but he knew also that Yoite was the important matter right now. Yukimi felt it as well. The hour glass was down to its' final grains of sand. It was the last time the gunner would see his truest companion.
Miharu couldn't tell how long he'd been walking, stumbling beneath the other boy's weight. Every sensation had iced over. He felt every emotion all at once to the point that he couldn't tell which one was real and which he'd imagined. Everything was a blur to him, and at that moment, all he knew was that he was losing what he desired most in his young life.
"Yoite..." He breathed out, leaning the deathly pale teenager against the nearest thing available, his own legs giving out from beneath him. "Yoite." He spoke the name more firmly. Still no answer. That light he loved so much was fading, and there was nothing he could do. "Yoite..." It was all he could do just not to sob in frustration. The words spilled out in a single breath. He didn't care anymore. Yoite had to know. It was only right, even if it was the last thing the boy would hear. "I don't want you to disappear. Stay alive. We could stay together forever, Yoite." Was that his voice? It sounded so desperate...it wasn't like him. "I'll use the Shinrabansho...
Yoite's eyes shifted away from him. That light...
"Even if i'm a ninja in the world of Nabari..." his voice was small...so small, and fragile...suddenly this once strong individual appeared to be made of glass. "I've killed so many people...that's why."
"Then i'll change that, even the past..."
"But you...don't desire that, do you? Even if you think about it, you don't desire it. Because, Miharu...You're kind..."
'I'm not kind...I'm selfish...I'm selfish because I need you in my life. Please don't make me let you go...'
"I will die soon."
'No, please...'
"But you have to live."
It was done. He couldn't protest. It's not what the other wanted. In the end, all he desired was to make him happy. That's all he wanted.
As the snow cried from above, silence overcame them, enveloping them in the frozen time. Yoite relaxed against the fence he'd been leaned against, chest raising and falling slow and gentle. No longer was he plagued by harsh coughs or violent chills...he was peaceful. Miharu did what he could to understand this. It was for the best wasn't it? He reminded himself inwardly, knowing deep down that it was all leading to this. He nudged his head beneath the other's chin for a moment, taking in his scent as if memorizing it for a final time.
"Thank you Miharu. For not asking anything about me, yet staying by my side. For looking at me, even when there was no reason to...for never letting go of my hand."
Leaning slowly away, Miharu gazed upon this angel with love and adoration. His heart ached...no, his everything ached. It hurt.
"So...If you are so sad cannot live, I want you to erase my existence. Right now, at this moment, I am happy with just the fact that you are thinking of me...Our promise...we can fulfill it completely."
He was smiling...truly smiling. Every word was honest and spoken from the core. He was happy...
Miharu could feel them there, tears welling in his eyes. Why did he have to say goodbye after finding the missing half of him? It wasn't fair...
"I want you to grant my wish. So you can smile and laugh in the future."
'I understand.' he spoke the words silently to himself.
The wind died down fully around them, though the snow continued to fall. It was impossible to say how much time passed, and yet, neither seemed to care. It was too precious to think of silly things such as time. Sometime during the moment, Miharu had shifted so that the other could rest against his chest, his own small hand having moved to lay across Yoite's heart. He felt it there, even from beneath the thick coat he wore. The thrumming against his palm was comforting and brought a soft smile to the corners of his mouth which only grew upon watching Yoite's hand lift to catch a falling snowflake.
"Miharu..." The older boy tilted his head to meet the other's gaze. "You okonomiyaki...they were warm and made me happy."
"Oh...? That's good...i'll make them again."
Yoite was happy...
"Yeah..."
That sweet beating beneath his hand was becoming softer...far too softly now to feel.
"Make them..."
A gentle breeze, a fading form, ashen skin from beneath layers was broken down as the heart took its' final beat.
Yoite was gone.
All was lost.
Miharu clung to the coat that still held the boy's scent, layering it lovingly in newly fallen tears. Closing his eyes, he allowed the sensations of power to overwhelm him, and he no longer cared that it felt as if he were going to explode from their intensity.
'Yousei-san...' he whispered hoarsely to her, gazing expressionless in front of him from that inside world. The woman stood there before him, humor normally present no longer there. 'I need...'
'Tell me, Miharu. What exactly is it that you want? You want his happiness...do you think this will be what makes him happiest in the long run?'
He stay silent. He couldn't bring himself to speak, let along think at all. Lost...
'Miharu.' She spoke up again. This time the voice was closer, breath against the back of his neck. When had she moved?
'Erase...Yoite. Make it so that that Yoite was never created...'
She watched him doubtful at first, only to realize something later in the way he spoke. Only then did a slow and almost devious smile appear on her lips, and he head lowered as if to bow. 'Yes...'
The room was enveloped by an unbearable light. He couldn't see. Couldn't breath. Couldn't move. Altered time, space, knowledge he never knew could exist all whirring in his mind, sparking his memory and altering. Feelings he'd learned were torn from him, mixed, and soon he couldn't remember the reason for his tears.
Why was he crying? It felt like his head were going to break. His heart hurt and he knew not why. A scent lingered in the air, so familiar to him but so strange and new, and why was it so addictive?
"I'll make you the king of Nabari."
Who was that?
Wait, what did he just hear? Already he'd forgotten.
"The unspeakable art. The Ki-"
The what? Why was it all fading so quickly?
"Yoi-"
It grew and grew, that sickening sensation of falling, and the smile of the Shinrabansho was no longer noticed to him as black enveloped him. Everything was gone.
The boy fell sideways into the fallen snow.
Well everyone, I can honestly say this is one of the most depressing things i've ever had to write. Also, as I stated above...this is not finished. Don't pull out your pitchforks yet, I assure you there is still more to the story. Whether it be good or bad, truly is up to the reader in the next chapter.
Till next time~