The
reaper is at my door no
He's
come to take me home
~Sacrifice,
London After Midnight
::Kurei::
His
fingers played softly around the petals of those red roses in his garden. Red,
dramatic, hatred, violent… All his life he had been caught up in that
whirlpool of fire, slowly burning to death in the cold flame.
The
young boy looked up at the purple night sky above. One day, perhaps one day, he
could find some one who would look at him as who he is, not the assassin, not
the killer, not the machine, but him….a weak human being in need of love and
care, some day…some one. Till then, he would continue waiting.
::Raiha::
Dear…whoever
you are…if you could bring me away from here, I would love you forever and
ever. So, find me…find me…
::Tokiya::
It
was always during those times at night when the nightmares would haunt me. The
recollection of that scream, that knife, the cruel tinkle of the earrings, and
the bloodshot eyes of the killer…Sometimes forgetting seemed so easy compared
to remembering. But he could not forget, no matter how big the temptation was,
the memory and the hatred had to remain. They had to…just had to…if
not…the emptiness would be too hard to bear.
He
was only a monster that breathes, drinks and feeds on revenge. Not fit for any
sort of love…if so…then why did you choose to love me?? Why?
::Recca::
Because
I want to. There's just no proper explanation for this, simply because this is
love we are talking about. Emotions are hard to control, even if loving you
would have to take me through the labyrinth of unknown, the puzzle of the human
mind, the trial and error of reintroducing love into a machine…I would not
give up. Just wait…I'll be there soon enough for you.
::Yanagi::
Why…when
I reach out and scream for help, there was no one to reply, no one to say that
it would be fine, no one to say that it'll be alright…why? Why…when I'm
lost, there was nothing to find except for the misty white road in front. The
road to death…perhaps…maybe…death is easier than living. He gave me a
choice, the sharp cold edge of the blade…should I give myself more
time…should I?
::Yamihoshi::
Come
back…come back. Who are you, why do you have to appear in my dreams every day
and night? Why is it that you always scorn me with those icy blue eyes? Please,
return and tell me, what was all these about? All this blood, the
coldness…where am I? What am I doing out here in the master's room? The
smell of the sex in the air, the sickening feel of the sheets around me, all
sticky with the night's activities…what am I doing here? Stop tormenting
me…stop confusing me…who am you?? And who am I?
::Raiha::
What's
all these about? Please tell me…please save me. How am I going to explain the
sudden chill around me when there was a warm body on top of me? I don't want
this…please…just kill me…
::Yanagi::
Is
this how death feels like? The feel of my life blood slipping away from me,
slowly, little by little…my eyes were blurring…am I afraid? No I'm
not…am I scared? No, I'm not. Why? What do I feel now? Free…this is truly
my escape. I'm a coward, I admit…and now…I don't want to face the world
anymore than I have to. The angels…they are calling me…goodbye…goodbye
world…goodbye…Recca-kun…
::Kurei::
Say
your last farewell to the world my friends. Only a fool would stay
alive…memories hurt…even more than the time when you went through it
yourself. Let all the glory and artificial beauty of this world fade like how a
rose would do. Let them burn in the dirt of their sins.
::Raiha::
Let
us die and burn in this hell forever. Away from this life of blood and hatred,
and in the arms of the man I love.
::Yamihoshi::
Farewell…
::Tokiya::
And
good night…
Aoi
closed his eyes as he felt his head hit the kitchen table, his body burning and
dripping with gasoline.
He
who lit the flames of guilt allows them to consume him…
Hanging
from the metal hook, Mokuren had his skin peeled off and lying in a small pile
below the dead body.
God
never hears the prayers of a sinner…
Tokiya
plunged another knife into the other eye and dug it out of its socket. With
shaking hands, he removed it from the blade and placed it neatly on the bedside
table, just right beside the other eyeball he had just removed.
See
no evil…
Slowly
he sliced off Mori Kouran's ears and arranged them on the black lacquered
wood.
Hear
no evil…
Recca
frantically rushed into the room, widening his eyes in horror as a naked
Mikagami Tokiya went about the mutilation of the man who had destroyed him. Out
of instinct, he rushed forward, hugging Tokiya from behind, not caring if the
other man could easily kill him.
"Recca…"
Tokiya muttered softly, sounding like the vulnerable young child from seven
years ago. "Where is Heaven?"
The
flame-caster closed in his eyes in pure sorrow, wondering if he could ever
return the life back to the young man he was holding. Wondering how to answer that ominously innocent question…
Kurei
lovingly brushed the purple bangs off Raiha's forehead, holding back the tears
as he watched those amber eyes lost focus.
"Heaven
is where angels are…wherever you are…that's heaven for me…"
Tokiya
lifted the blade, pressing the sharp edge hard on his jugular vein, staining the
metal surface with fresh blood.
Speak
no evil…
The
darkness consumed the light within the room; the creature consumed the one soul
that was left. Only love remains…
But
our love it was stronger by far than the love
of those who were older than we-
of many far wiser than we-
and neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea..."
Prologue
'Annabelle
Lee' by Edgar Allen Poe
The End
Author's note:
Finally, the last
chapter of 'Lost and Found'. *cheers* I apologize for the lack of action in
this chapter, as most of my readers will know, I'm more of an emotion-person
than an action-person, and what's more, I wrote this while having a Spanish
song playing on my radio. I just had my medication and was feeling very drowsy
when I wrote this…oh yes, and sorry for the goriness in the death of Mori
Kouran, Mokuren and Aoi. I seriously think Mori and Mokuren deserve it but as
for Aoi…fine, I gave him the coolest death out of the three. So…for now,
back to sleeping and getting more ideas for my other fics.
Majokai Yukiko
Down with a lousy
cough and fever
On thirty-first of
august two thousand and one.
