Summary: Yuuko; the fragments of her life dissipate as easily as this.
Reading the Bones
The slender hand reached out, casually picking up the white fragments scattered throughout the area. An observer might have noticed that the hand holding the fragments was almost as luminescent as the white sticks that it held. But of course there were no observers, not even the woman's usual companion. She had left him behind for today, knowing that the sight would only distress her excitable employee.
Burgundy eyes half-closed as dark lips pursed in thoughtfully brooding silence. She brushed her darkly cascading hair over her shoulder as she made up her mind. Carefully, she tossed the white sticks up into the air, watching how they came down and noting their positions.
The pale-skinned woman sighed, wine colored eyes deepening with resignation and sorrow as she eyed the white sticks she had picked out of the ruined building. "So this is the way an era ends, for good or ill," she muttered, perhaps to herself or perhaps to the ghosts.
She turned and walked away, leaving the fragments where they had fallen. She could do no more, despite her own desires, for she answered the requests of others and could do nothing without the power that others invested in her. Glancing up at the sky, she calmly opened the black umbrella she had brought with her, getting it in place just as the first raindrop fell. She did not look back.
The ground was purified of her footprints, and before long no trace of the dark-haired woman remained. All that the police found was a ruined building and the bones of the dead lying in an odd pattern.