Disclaimer: You know the drill, FY isn't mine, neither is the japanese
language. Enjoy the fic minna! This would be the last chapter…
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Why did it take so long for him to get here? Oh well, it doesn't really
matter anyway. It's not like he cares, and I can still see him...that's all I
wanted, just to see him again. He's just standing there...I move closer so I
can see his face. For some reason he looks upset--I can't imagine why.
"T...Tamahome...?"
Tama-chan stands up, shaking, and walks away from the bloody heap,
crying silently the entire way. He passes right through me, but doesn't
notice. I didn't think he would.
"He and a seriyuu shichi seishi..." I can't hear the rest.
Tasuki's eyes double in size.
"Th-that's crazy? YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!!!" He grabs Tamahome's
shoulders and shakes him. Tama just turns his head away, refusing to meet
his eyes.
"H-he can't be dead!! Y-you might believe him, b-but I can tell, the God
damned faker! Can't you see he's faking the whole fucking thing?!" He
shakes Tamahome, who still wont look at him.
"F-forget you!" Tasuki gives him a shove and rests his arm on
Mitsukake's shoulder.
I definitely wasn't expecting him to care this much. I wasn't expecting
him to care at all.
"H-hey Mitsukake, why don'tcha go an' fix him up?" No response. "Well?!
What are you waiting for?!" His voice is strained.
"...You can't..." All the anger is wiped off his face.
"...you can't do anything...Nuriko...." Pent-up tears start rolling down his
flushed cheeks, leaving frozen trails behind them.
Gomen, gomen don't cry, please don't cry Tasuki!
I'm right in front of him. His eyes a squeezed shut and he's clutching
Mitsukake's coat like a life line. His shoulders tremble with quiet sobs.
Please, stop crying...I don't want you to cry...I never wanted you to cry....
Tasuki mutters something that involves cursing and trudges away from
the rest. I follow, of course. There's not much else I can do.
Something inside me snaps. What right does he have to cry? He hates
me and now that...that bastard is crying!!! Making me feel like shit! I'm
screaming at him, but my words fall on deaf ears.
Tasuki slumps listlessly against a rock--my rock. I'm in his face,
screaming. Part of me is begging for a reaction, some sign that he knows I'm
here...the rest is fervently hoping that he can't.
He can't and I know it.
Am I crying now? Che, I am. I hurriedly swipe at my eyes, even though
no one can see my tears.
"Tasuki...." I wish that he could hear me, I'd give anything for him to
hear me....
"Ai shiteru."
My stomach drops. I feel sick, if spirits are allowed such pleasures. What
did he just say? Iie, iie, not now, not after I gave up, no, Kami no....
"...Ai shiteru...." his voice is strained and tearful.
"I was gonna tell ya when we got back t' Konan demo...." Tasuki buries
his face in his knees and starts sobbing again.
No no no no no...please let this be a dream, a horrible dream. I don't care
that I'm dead but if Tasuki--
My knees give out and I sink into the snow. My fingers try to brush
away his tears, lips try to kiss his forehead, arms try to embrace him.
Nothing. Right through like I'm nothing but air...kuso, that's all I am.
I'm sobbing almost uncontrollably, tears streaking down and off my face
just to fall into oblivion. He had to care! He couldn't just hate me, noooo, he
had to go complicate things by having feelings and...and....
"...Are you happy Nuri-chan?"
I stop my rant and look him straight in the eyes.
"I-I mean you were so fuckin' miserable before...are you happy now?"
How can I be happy when I'm alone?
All Alone.
~*~*~Owari~*~*~*
Reviews anyone? Was it sad enough? Anyway, weather you liked it or not,
thanks a lot for reading. Now…please excuse me while I work on my lemon…
-Bamboo
language. Enjoy the fic minna! This would be the last chapter…
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Why did it take so long for him to get here? Oh well, it doesn't really
matter anyway. It's not like he cares, and I can still see him...that's all I
wanted, just to see him again. He's just standing there...I move closer so I
can see his face. For some reason he looks upset--I can't imagine why.
"T...Tamahome...?"
Tama-chan stands up, shaking, and walks away from the bloody heap,
crying silently the entire way. He passes right through me, but doesn't
notice. I didn't think he would.
"He and a seriyuu shichi seishi..." I can't hear the rest.
Tasuki's eyes double in size.
"Th-that's crazy? YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!!!" He grabs Tamahome's
shoulders and shakes him. Tama just turns his head away, refusing to meet
his eyes.
"H-he can't be dead!! Y-you might believe him, b-but I can tell, the God
damned faker! Can't you see he's faking the whole fucking thing?!" He
shakes Tamahome, who still wont look at him.
"F-forget you!" Tasuki gives him a shove and rests his arm on
Mitsukake's shoulder.
I definitely wasn't expecting him to care this much. I wasn't expecting
him to care at all.
"H-hey Mitsukake, why don'tcha go an' fix him up?" No response. "Well?!
What are you waiting for?!" His voice is strained.
"...You can't..." All the anger is wiped off his face.
"...you can't do anything...Nuriko...." Pent-up tears start rolling down his
flushed cheeks, leaving frozen trails behind them.
Gomen, gomen don't cry, please don't cry Tasuki!
I'm right in front of him. His eyes a squeezed shut and he's clutching
Mitsukake's coat like a life line. His shoulders tremble with quiet sobs.
Please, stop crying...I don't want you to cry...I never wanted you to cry....
Tasuki mutters something that involves cursing and trudges away from
the rest. I follow, of course. There's not much else I can do.
Something inside me snaps. What right does he have to cry? He hates
me and now that...that bastard is crying!!! Making me feel like shit! I'm
screaming at him, but my words fall on deaf ears.
Tasuki slumps listlessly against a rock--my rock. I'm in his face,
screaming. Part of me is begging for a reaction, some sign that he knows I'm
here...the rest is fervently hoping that he can't.
He can't and I know it.
Am I crying now? Che, I am. I hurriedly swipe at my eyes, even though
no one can see my tears.
"Tasuki...." I wish that he could hear me, I'd give anything for him to
hear me....
"Ai shiteru."
My stomach drops. I feel sick, if spirits are allowed such pleasures. What
did he just say? Iie, iie, not now, not after I gave up, no, Kami no....
"...Ai shiteru...." his voice is strained and tearful.
"I was gonna tell ya when we got back t' Konan demo...." Tasuki buries
his face in his knees and starts sobbing again.
No no no no no...please let this be a dream, a horrible dream. I don't care
that I'm dead but if Tasuki--
My knees give out and I sink into the snow. My fingers try to brush
away his tears, lips try to kiss his forehead, arms try to embrace him.
Nothing. Right through like I'm nothing but air...kuso, that's all I am.
I'm sobbing almost uncontrollably, tears streaking down and off my face
just to fall into oblivion. He had to care! He couldn't just hate me, noooo, he
had to go complicate things by having feelings and...and....
"...Are you happy Nuri-chan?"
I stop my rant and look him straight in the eyes.
"I-I mean you were so fuckin' miserable before...are you happy now?"
How can I be happy when I'm alone?
All Alone.
~*~*~Owari~*~*~*
Reviews anyone? Was it sad enough? Anyway, weather you liked it or not,
thanks a lot for reading. Now…please excuse me while I work on my lemon…
-Bamboo
