Trifold
By TK Date
Stage Three

For the first time in months he laughed. It was all happening. The steps in the dance were being taken at the prefect times. No one could stop him now. He had already assumed full control of the youth's mind and soul. It would not be long before the body was gone and all that remained was his perfect creation. His vessel for ascending the proper path. Soon he would be at the top of that path. The world would lay in ruins beneath him. It would be his. The laugh climbed in volume until it was all that could be heard.

Not even the feeble strugglings to cling to life of a near dead boy locked in a too small cage gained any notice. Eyes opened and watched the madman and his laughing. Moments later they closed as the body curled up again, trying to gain some warmth from itself. Yet the attempts were futile as a shiver tore through his spine and wracked his entire body. Someone…please help me…

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The funeral was held in Osaka. Even the divorced parents of the dead managed to dodge their schedules to make it. Their faces remained taut and grim with tear streaks running down their cheeks throughout the entire service.

The normally energetic mother was reduced to a shivering, crying form at the mere thought of her loved son perishing. The father, the scientist, just stared in disbelief. He couldn't comprehend how something could happen, and he cursed himself for not paying more attention.

They both cursed themselves for this. The deceased son never received much attention from mother or father. Most of his life was spent in near separation from them. He'd taught himself how to grow up and how to cope and live. His parents just seemed like aides along the way rather than the teaching figures that they should have been. But it was too late for fixing that.

The casket was closed for the ceremony. Considering the cause of death it was for the best. The victim had his throat slit, almost to the extent of his head falling off. It was a gruesome sight when the family whose house he was staying at found him. Some of the blood still hadn't been washed out from the room, or the body.

All five of his most important friends attended, all in grieving. Their mourning differed from person to person but the one who was obviously taking it hardest was the blonde, his best friend. It had been his best friend's house that he was staying at when the incident occurred. Blame was brought down for that. The friend questioned why it wasn't him who died. Or why the murder would chose someone like that to kill. There was also the present question about why fate would be so cruel as to chose the time for his death away from home and family.

Despite his habitual actions of never showing emotions tears streamed down the pale face. His head was hung in sorrow so that the blonde hair sat over his two violet eyes like a veil. Somehow the black suit he wore did not seem fitting for the occasion. It didn't seem to capture the true anguish of it. The fabric was not sad enough. Somehow it couldn't hold the fervent wash of emotions that came with his best friend's passing.

But he was much too depressed to care. All he had the energy to do was cry, and he did. For the whole ceremony all he did was cry.

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Return was soon made to Sendai. There was nothing that would be accomplished by mourning. He would simply have to understand that the time for passing had come. Even though he was helpless to stop it or do anything about it, it had happened. It wrenched his hear to even think of it. Death was never easy, not when it was his best friend, his seemingly undeserving friend.

Another friend from Yamaguchi accompanied him home. He had called his mother and sister prior and was excused from business there. It was his mothering nature to make sure that nothing drastic happened because of the loss. He also needed to offer some type of emotional support during the hard times, even though none of it was accepted at earlier times. But in the field of caring persistence was his forte so he continued

The parents in Sendai did not seem to mind his coming. They welcomed him with ceremonial grace and courteously offered their home for him to stay in. However, because of the events, that were still fresh in the memories of all, there was not a room for him to stay in. With a smile he dismissed it as nothing and spoke, saying that he would be fine sleeping upon the floor in the room of the mourner. All agreed to this plan as the two lay down for rest.

That night there was again movement in the house in the city of Sendai. In the morning the guest from Yamaguchi had vanished.