The funeral
::Sob, cry cry:: I don't think I can continue this fic any further it's just to sad... ... Just kidding. And to think for college they might accept fanfiction instead of journaling then you'll all be in trouble.
Disclaimer I don't own Wiess Kruez.
The alarm buzzes at 9;30 am. Ran rolls over and hits the snooze button. He didn't want to move. Maybe if he didn't move he wouldn't have to put an almost empty coffin into the ground. A knock lightly sounds on the door, reminding him that the world will not wait.
"Ran you up? I need help getting Yohji dressed." Ken voice sounds weakly throw the door.
Aya rolls out of bed and opens the door.
"Yohji went out drinking last night didn't he?" Ran asks unhappy.
"Yes."
Aya brushes past Ken and into the hallway. Making his way quickly to Yohji's room. The door is locked so Ran just kicks it in. Yohji groans and pulls a pillow over his aching head. Angrily Ran pulls the pillow of Yohji's face. Leave it to Yohji to pull this shit on the day of his friends funeral.
"Damn it Ran leave me the fuck alone!"
"This is our friends funeral! There is no way I'm going to let get out of this."
Ran grabs Yohji's arm and violently pulls him out of bed. So violently that it dislocates. Like a rag doll Yohji slams into his dresser, then falls to the floor. His breath forced out of his lungs. Still on a rampage Ran grabs Yohji's already sore arm and yanks him to his feet. Yohji opens his mouth in a silent scream.
"Ran please, calm down." Ken yells.
Ran lets go of Yohji, Yohji takes this time and decks Ran. Fearful that this was going to turn into a free for all Ken places himself in-between the two. Spitting blood on the floor, Ran leaves.
"Damn as-"
Yohji finds Ken's hand across his face. Yohji blinks and regains his bearings.
"Grow up Yohji. This was fate." Ken snaps and runs out the door.
It was soon clear, in a less than second, to everyone that they'd have no more to bury of Omi than what little that was found at the scene. The flower shop had been closed for days, leaving everyone to morn. A sign hung on the door with the date of the memorial service. Aya thought it was a good idea to let the woman who worshiped him go to.
The day of the funeral went on sad, and even more depressing. There was over two hundred guests gathered in a small church to say good-bye. The boys sat up front (Yohji and Aya with matching black eyes) with Manx and Sakura. Words of good-bye where spoken, even by a very hungover, sore Yohji. He still couldn't forgive himself.
As four pawl bearers carry the light casket out, a light drizzle begins to fall. How appropriate. It bothered no one. For it washed away the tears.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. He was happy, and he knew he was loved in the end. So he can go up to heaven with a smile on his face." The priest looks into the eyes of the morning people. "Let us all not forget that Omi is with God now. Remember him for what he is, not that he is gone."
After the priest spoke his words people walk up one by one and drop a rose into the grave. Ran, Yohji, and Ken are the last to stand in the cemetery. They stare numbly at the head stone of their dear departed friend.
Ken collapses to his knees and buries his head in his hands.
"Ken," Ran puts a comforting hand on Ken's shoulder. "You think Omi would want to see you this way?"
Ken shakes his head no. Ran moves his hand, pushes Yohji out of the cemetery. Ken needs time alone to think. To try to move on. Out of the three of them Ken was the closest.
Ken looks up at the head stone. It was a simple one that just stated his name, date of birth, and the inscription saying he'll be missed. Taking out a knife he carves Omi's flower in the stone. Omi would've like that.
"Omi, Your death took us all by surprise." Ken pauses. "If you ever died I guess we where all hoping that you'd leave us more than a little bit to bury. Ga, Omi why did you have to go! We all need you." Ken rubs his forehead. "I don't want to say this but... Good bye Omi rest in peace!"
Ken dashes out of the cemetery as if hell was on his case.
**
Sorry it took to long. It takes time to do this stuff. PS I learned if I copy and paste the story on a AOL mail thingy I can spell check it before I post it. But ain't that abuse of the system?
::Sob, cry cry:: I don't think I can continue this fic any further it's just to sad... ... Just kidding. And to think for college they might accept fanfiction instead of journaling then you'll all be in trouble.
Disclaimer I don't own Wiess Kruez.
The alarm buzzes at 9;30 am. Ran rolls over and hits the snooze button. He didn't want to move. Maybe if he didn't move he wouldn't have to put an almost empty coffin into the ground. A knock lightly sounds on the door, reminding him that the world will not wait.
"Ran you up? I need help getting Yohji dressed." Ken voice sounds weakly throw the door.
Aya rolls out of bed and opens the door.
"Yohji went out drinking last night didn't he?" Ran asks unhappy.
"Yes."
Aya brushes past Ken and into the hallway. Making his way quickly to Yohji's room. The door is locked so Ran just kicks it in. Yohji groans and pulls a pillow over his aching head. Angrily Ran pulls the pillow of Yohji's face. Leave it to Yohji to pull this shit on the day of his friends funeral.
"Damn it Ran leave me the fuck alone!"
"This is our friends funeral! There is no way I'm going to let get out of this."
Ran grabs Yohji's arm and violently pulls him out of bed. So violently that it dislocates. Like a rag doll Yohji slams into his dresser, then falls to the floor. His breath forced out of his lungs. Still on a rampage Ran grabs Yohji's already sore arm and yanks him to his feet. Yohji opens his mouth in a silent scream.
"Ran please, calm down." Ken yells.
Ran lets go of Yohji, Yohji takes this time and decks Ran. Fearful that this was going to turn into a free for all Ken places himself in-between the two. Spitting blood on the floor, Ran leaves.
"Damn as-"
Yohji finds Ken's hand across his face. Yohji blinks and regains his bearings.
"Grow up Yohji. This was fate." Ken snaps and runs out the door.
It was soon clear, in a less than second, to everyone that they'd have no more to bury of Omi than what little that was found at the scene. The flower shop had been closed for days, leaving everyone to morn. A sign hung on the door with the date of the memorial service. Aya thought it was a good idea to let the woman who worshiped him go to.
The day of the funeral went on sad, and even more depressing. There was over two hundred guests gathered in a small church to say good-bye. The boys sat up front (Yohji and Aya with matching black eyes) with Manx and Sakura. Words of good-bye where spoken, even by a very hungover, sore Yohji. He still couldn't forgive himself.
As four pawl bearers carry the light casket out, a light drizzle begins to fall. How appropriate. It bothered no one. For it washed away the tears.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. He was happy, and he knew he was loved in the end. So he can go up to heaven with a smile on his face." The priest looks into the eyes of the morning people. "Let us all not forget that Omi is with God now. Remember him for what he is, not that he is gone."
After the priest spoke his words people walk up one by one and drop a rose into the grave. Ran, Yohji, and Ken are the last to stand in the cemetery. They stare numbly at the head stone of their dear departed friend.
Ken collapses to his knees and buries his head in his hands.
"Ken," Ran puts a comforting hand on Ken's shoulder. "You think Omi would want to see you this way?"
Ken shakes his head no. Ran moves his hand, pushes Yohji out of the cemetery. Ken needs time alone to think. To try to move on. Out of the three of them Ken was the closest.
Ken looks up at the head stone. It was a simple one that just stated his name, date of birth, and the inscription saying he'll be missed. Taking out a knife he carves Omi's flower in the stone. Omi would've like that.
"Omi, Your death took us all by surprise." Ken pauses. "If you ever died I guess we where all hoping that you'd leave us more than a little bit to bury. Ga, Omi why did you have to go! We all need you." Ken rubs his forehead. "I don't want to say this but... Good bye Omi rest in peace!"
Ken dashes out of the cemetery as if hell was on his case.
**
Sorry it took to long. It takes time to do this stuff. PS I learned if I copy and paste the story on a AOL mail thingy I can spell check it before I post it. But ain't that abuse of the system?