Part 2

"We are gathered here today to mourn..."

Yohji sighed as he passed the large group gathered around the funeral of one old lady. The casket was opened for all to see.

Aya's hadn't been. The body, according to the funeral people, was too badly mangled to display.

Yohji tightened his hand around the red roses he picked for that day.

"Hi, are you here for grannie's death?" A little girl screwed her facing at him, questioning him.

"No, I'm here to visit a friend, lovely."

"That person must be really important to you. I've never received roses before. They're red roses, like the ones the fairytale princesses receive. Are you going to meet your lover? Is she pretty?"

"No, not a she and defiantly not my lover." Yohji tried to burry his blush. He hadn't realized what he picked. He knew they were red roses, but forgot the part that lovers always gave them to each other. He had been thinking only about how they matched Aya's hair and life so well. So quite alone, dying without substance, and living on in memory. Just like Aya.

"Then why are you giving him roses? Never mind, I got to go say goodbye to grannie. I don't see why I have to; grannie will be back, won't she?"

"Yes, of course. Bye, darling."

Yohji waved goodbye to the small child as he walked deeper into the cemetery. Soon, he came to the end of his travel. The baby apple tree he came to tried to shade the two graves crowed next to it.

"Aya," he said, kneeling against the graved marked 'Ran Fujimiya'. "How are you doing? Still as talkative as usual, I see. And as cold as always." Yohji brushed the cold marble as he put the flowers in the pot. " I forgot to get your sister some flowers, but don't worry; her friends from school always get her many flowers from the shop. She's being taken care of, even now."

"It's been two months to this date since that night when you left. I wish I could have stopped. I wish I could see you again. I miss you' who'd of thought that? Why did you do that, that night. I could have helped you; Don't you understand? I've already been through loss. Asuka... Aya.... You both start and end with an 'A'--the beginning of the alphabet--but you both left me in the end, too early. Why? Why did you leave?"

Yohji leaned against the gravestone. Tears he thought he already shed the past two months sought that cold stone.

The tears eventually dried up. The cries of "Why" eventually trailed off. Yohji eventually got up from his cramped position.

He trailed away from the grave, his eyes on the ground, wondering if his eyes were as red as Aya's had been right before Aya left him. Probably.

He wondered around that day, through streets hardly used in the day but popular after the night. He didn't drink anymore. If hadn't been drunk that night the phone rang late, he might have picked it up or, at least, saw Aya go. He might have been able to save Aya. But he hadn't. He had been drunk. So now Aya was died because he had been drunk.

He never drank anymore, smoked: yes, drunk: no. He hardly slept around anymore. He just didn't feel like it. They just left after the night anyway. Everyone left. He might have not minded before but now he couldn't; he just couldn't.

"Hey, boy."

Yohji looked up. Two man took the seats to his right at the bar. One had a scar on his forehead. The other had a puffy beard that looked up. Ignoring them, he took a sip of his root beer.

"So Rayne, where ya been?" said scar-face.

"Here and there, mostly there."

"Where's there? It's taking up all ya's time."

"Oh, I found this boy with a nice, tight ass that I can fuck anytime I want. Though he isn't very cheap. I hafta supply him with crack or cocaine whenever I 'have any of that stuff,' aka whenever I think he won't die on me if I give it to him."

Sick bastards. Poor boy.

"Rayne, Rayne, whenever will you learn the delights of woman?"

"Never, men are just to nice. Though you wouldn't think this great ass is a woman by his name. He goes by a girls name."

Aya...? No. Aya wouldn't.

The scar man-chuckled and shook his head. "What's this he calling himself a she-name called?"

"Oh, you mean tight ass. No last name, Aya."

Yohji almost punched the man.