I stared at his grave. Kari was there too, tears forming in her eyes. Even after a year, Kari still loved him as much as she ever had... so much more than she could ever love me. They were the perfect couple. It was obvious that they were meant to be, especially to me. Yet it still surprised me when she finally picked him.
Tears burned my eyes as my memories returned to my competetor for Kari's heart. He'd been there for all of us, even me. His death had been so unexpected. About a month after he and Kari started dating, after one hell of a fourteenth birthday party, he'd been hit by a drunk driver less than a block from his home. When he died the next day, part of all of us died with him.
For months I'd felt like it was my fault. It was me who planned his birthday/anniversary party. It was Yolei who finally convinced me otherwise. When she said it was random, and it could have happened to any of us, it had made sense. Still, fighting evil just wasn't the same without him. It was like the team had lost it's heart.
Eventually the we'd all gone off on our own paths. I'd started dating Yolei and Ken had moved to Mexico. Sure, we stayed in touch, and we still hung out from time to time, but there was no hiding the fact that we all missed the boy, especially Kari.
Kari. She was the single greatest girl I'd ever met, and I was bummed out when I lost out to my friend. But she'd gotten what she'd deserved - a guy who was as great as she was. I never held it against either of them. It was meant to be. For six months after his death, she'd been very detached and excommunicative. At one point, she recently told me, she'd considered killing herself just so she could be with him. I couldn't imagine the pain she was going through.
And now this. For the first time since his funeral, all of us were together at his grave, even Ken. He'd flown up for the occasion. I held Yolei closer, knowing that we were all united in the sorrow I felt at this moment. None of us would ever forget the sorrow and the pain we felt at his lost.
I kneeled and bowed to the gravestone of my lost friend, absently reading the inscription once again, which read:
Here Lies Davis Motomiya
Killed by a drunk driver
October 17, 2001
May he always rest in peace.
A/N: Kinda short, I know, but what do ya think? Pretty good, ne? Anyway, please review. Flame me if you want, but know this... I will never write a Takari! Laterz.
Tears burned my eyes as my memories returned to my competetor for Kari's heart. He'd been there for all of us, even me. His death had been so unexpected. About a month after he and Kari started dating, after one hell of a fourteenth birthday party, he'd been hit by a drunk driver less than a block from his home. When he died the next day, part of all of us died with him.
For months I'd felt like it was my fault. It was me who planned his birthday/anniversary party. It was Yolei who finally convinced me otherwise. When she said it was random, and it could have happened to any of us, it had made sense. Still, fighting evil just wasn't the same without him. It was like the team had lost it's heart.
Eventually the we'd all gone off on our own paths. I'd started dating Yolei and Ken had moved to Mexico. Sure, we stayed in touch, and we still hung out from time to time, but there was no hiding the fact that we all missed the boy, especially Kari.
Kari. She was the single greatest girl I'd ever met, and I was bummed out when I lost out to my friend. But she'd gotten what she'd deserved - a guy who was as great as she was. I never held it against either of them. It was meant to be. For six months after his death, she'd been very detached and excommunicative. At one point, she recently told me, she'd considered killing herself just so she could be with him. I couldn't imagine the pain she was going through.
And now this. For the first time since his funeral, all of us were together at his grave, even Ken. He'd flown up for the occasion. I held Yolei closer, knowing that we were all united in the sorrow I felt at this moment. None of us would ever forget the sorrow and the pain we felt at his lost.
I kneeled and bowed to the gravestone of my lost friend, absently reading the inscription once again, which read:
Here Lies Davis Motomiya
Killed by a drunk driver
October 17, 2001
May he always rest in peace.
A/N: Kinda short, I know, but what do ya think? Pretty good, ne? Anyway, please review. Flame me if you want, but know this... I will never write a Takari! Laterz.
