Black Love, Exorcised- RIP.CHLOE.MYLENE
Okay, here goes the chapter that I previewed in the previous story with more added stuff- i kinda just ripped out the whole of that chapter. I just realised I did a lot of pointless description last time. Anyway, hope you sit back and relax with a cup of black coffee and hopefully enjoy the chapter- one more to go(:
And the fourteen comes from the letters in my title(:- had a hard time squeezing one out of my puny brain. Reviews are appreciated as encouragements(:
Song: Motherland by Crystal Kay – from FMA, i love it:D
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The train journey to their next destination was supposed to be short, yet long enough for his comrade to fall fast asleep. The previous mission had been exhausting, and Maat had acquired a certain amount of injuries that had been reflected on Fuyu, while his had healed reasonably fast enough.
Akumas were an unpredictable lot. They bred like rats. Never-ending.
Kanda sighed as he looked at the sleeping exorcist next to him, his eyes lingering a little longer at her sprained ankle that had been bandaged. He could have mediated now if that silly girl could stop nodding her head while sleeping. Her eyes were tightly shut, her lips held together and her face was an expression of allure.
-Tot tot tot
How annoying, he thought, and placed her head gently upon his shoulder subconsciously. He did not really want the girl to start cursing and polluting the cabin should she knocked her head against the hard surface of the cabin's window. Kanda could hear her heartbeat fairly well, as warm blood flowed through her body, while her breathing was kind of calming him down, as it made his muscles relax. Ah, peace at last.
Hmm.
A yawn from Fuyu alerted Kanda from his mediation.
"Huh? Sorry," muttered Fuyu when she woke up from dreamland, her eyes still covered by a glassy glaze, as she lifted her head from Kanda, with a confused expression draped on her face. "I must have been heavy. Did I drool on you?" She laughed out loud, the smile breaking her sleepy face, as she tugged at Kanda's sleeves this and that way in inspection for any unsightly stain.
"Che," he complained, as he struggled out of her teasing, grabbed the luggage and got out of the train.
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I'm back to where I belong, where I did feel like a proper human.
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The sky was like an acrylic painting of delft blue background with streams of gray clouds lining across the board. Why, the dull clouds were ironically cheerful-looking, calmly looking on at the children of God. There was a light drizzle that landed lightly on any and every surface. A cry, no, it was a washing process to clean up the past.
Especially when this rain was nothing as compared to that day almost a year ago when it was showering so heavily that one could not even see anything a few meters away.
The grass today was of a healthy earth green, its colour of the same shade as the many tombstones that had sprouted on of it- dull yet with a slight hint of joy. Was it her hallucination- they appeared relieved to be out of the ground of darkness. There was no one at the cemetery today, or so it seemed, other than for a young lady in black uniform under the shelter of her grey umbrella walking with slow light footsteps to her destination. Something stood out from her monochrome dress code; a red rose with complete petals bundled with love. It only took a few minutes before she got where she had wanted to go.
Pit-pat, went the rain- a lulling sound as it gently pattered on her umbrella. She was finally here, after so long, and had made this place to be her first destination right after they had alighted from the train. Kanda had been nice, strangely, accompanying her quietly as they made their way into the woods.
Fuyu put her umbrella by her side with tenderness, ignoring the rain, and stared at the words as her fingers moved followed the curves and turns of the engraved alphabets.
RIP
CHLOE MYLENE
That name sounded so distinctively familiar, but of course, Chloe had been her friend for almost a decade. If it had not been what that had happened, Fuyu would not be standing here or wearing this certain uniform. Did you approve of my decision? She thought so, since the latter had always been supportive of the Order. Her days in the Order had been alright, missions after missions, and perhaps a few random moments that really crackled her up. Yet she could not help but feel a rush of relief to be back here and away from the Order, to be finally home.
Tadaima, she muttered between her dry and chapped lips, slightly moist by the moisture of the rain. Tadaima.
Words meant for perhaps Chloe alone. Fuyu did ponder before, if it would be better that she didn't took up Master's offer, if she chose to stay in this town, would she have led a happier life? Moreover, it was that every time, when yet another Akuma was taken down, that Fuyu questioned if Chloe was watching her every moves from up there. Is heaven really all that fluffy and puffy?
A small smile spread over her face as if mocking at her for asking so many foolish questions. Silly girl. Fuyu held the red rose in her palms and gave it a little kiss, never mind the thorns as the gloves were protecting her, before gently placing the delicate flower on the long grass upon her friend.
It was at that moment when she realized that there was another flower placed there too. A black one- only people who attended Chloe's funeral would know that the latter preferred the morbid colour. Elated, Fuyu looked up and around but could see nothing but rows and rows of neatly-planted trees and tombstones.
A shadow?
A shadow. The unclear image. A tall man with an umbrella standing amidst the shadows of the surrounding. Who was it?
"Oi Fuyu," growled a voice that startled her. "Time to go now."
Fuyu turned in the direction of the voice only to find her partner holding on to an umbrella as he stood impatiently in the rain, with hers in his other hand, waiting. "Did you see...?" She mumbled to herself, her thoughts wandering off.
"What."
"Never mind, let's go," chirped the female exorcist as she hooked up onto his shoulder and dragged the Japanese exorcist away, pretending that nothing had ever happened as she took back her umbrella. Kanda could not have been that tall. Yet she could not help but felt that she had to literally tear herself away from the shadows that had clung stubbornly to her long coat.
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It upsets me to see you with another man.
Darn. Was that jealousy?
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The duo had walked away from the cemetery into the town area where the rain had begun to lighten into nothing. The sky was a moist sight of soft blue, cloudless and blank. People were starting to get out of their house, holding on to their parasol and hats, as they pondered into the sky before stepping out in their best shoes. They took no notice of the two newcomers, preferring to mind their own business and the unpredictable weather.
The next destination was nearer than Kanda had expected, but it was a pleasant sight nonetheless. A old house, thought not yet qualified as antique, stood out in the middle row of the other houses looking a little too Fuyu-ish. It was a feeling of familiarity, or recognition even though he had never been here before, and most importantly of family. It was something that had made up Fuyu as she was. The house was made of bricks of a fading stone gray, with plants creeping and lingering over the houses, bringing life to it. There was a little neat mailbox made of wood in front of the house.
THE MYLENE FAMILY
The words indicated the identity of the owners within the house, sending a warm and homely message to visitors. It was no reason why Fuyu had treasured her time in this small town so much.
"Go on, go Kan'," said Fuyu as she pushed him softly towards the house though they were at least a good five metres from her foster parents' house. "Kan'-", she hardly call him that now, only years ago when she was afraid of some silly shadow in the dark and screamed for him to check them out. A twig, curtain, shadow, whatever it was, it had never been what Fuyu had feared.
Kan'-
"Hmm," he muttered and walked in front, half annoyed that he had been so generous to help her, the other understanding why she did not want to go near the house. For fear to see them again, for fear that she would not be able to tear herself away should anyone recognise her. Fear, could be so overwhelming that it kills at times. He had senses it once they left the cemetery. The inconstant pace of her steps as she tried to lead the way yet falling back at times. There had been a constant attempt to keep up with him. Yet reluctance can never beat the feeling of homesickness.
Sickness; can be contagious at times.
Kanda bent down a little as he opened the mailbox, and placed the small parcel and letter Fuyu had passed on to him. Nothing much, just a letter of reassurance to them, she had said while looking away. Hmm. The Japanese took a look around him before placing the parcel gently into the mailbox.
Thank you.
He came back less than a few minutes later to a much silent Fuyu who had thanked him softly, and began on to their next destination, neither knowing what to say at all.
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I'm still living happily
In this city without you
Because I feel that
That's the one thing I can do now
It's okay even if you're not strong enough to erase all tears
After you rest your tired heart
Wish for a better tomorrow and fall asleep
Like the young children
This vast world is connected
The white clouds will flow and turn into wind
To reach you
Will my voice reach you?
I couldn't say those overflowing feelings for you
I want to be the sky for you
Even enveloping all of your pains
Whenever I look up, I want to feel
That I'm not alone even if I'm far away
Let there be a place I can return to
Let there be a place I can return to
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