Disclaimer:
Areku: I do not own G/W, It belongs to the rightful owners.
Certain Friends: **hide in the corner**
Friend 1: "Holy Shitter…"
Friend 2: "…I don't like clowns…"
Friend 3: "What are Trowa and all those other people? What's a Nanashi?"
Areku: Hn….wimps…
Death at its finest
Another act, just like ever other, the brother and sister routine. All the faces young an old awaiting the act that sent shivers up and down their spines. Metal knives and the crying clown, the knife throwing star and the former gundam pilot.
She takes her stance as always giving a silent pray nothing goes wrong like the past performances, but tonight would be another story. Like death spinning its course through the air, three land in their spots without touching the young man. The last one thrown missing its target.
The crowd falls silent unaware of what has happened the girls shouts and cries fill the silence like a knife cutting through the bewilderment. It has struck leaving the body unable to move with its red emotion staining the blue and white shirt. All good things must come to an end, his last grand stand performance.
She screams rushing to hold the love and only family in her life, frantic shouts and emotions heard, there is nothing they can do but fall witness to what a young chestnut haired boy claimed to be,
"Don't go please I need you, god don't leave me". He wanted this many times before. The detonation, the killing he wanted it to end but never in a manner such as this. The words to be said fail him, this young boy of no past and now no future. Hell or Heaven. Oxygen failing, suffocating all life from which he had, his muscular chest now failing its solid rhythms.
A short life time passes those emerald eyes fading jade. Only four years of what he can remember. Red falling from his solid soft lips, the ones love never got to kiss. His neck stained in it also, as the girls tears of purity fall washing some of it away.
Emotions he dared to hide, things he thought he'd never had fall from jade clouds as he knows he will never rise to hear friends laughter, or the sweet sound of his sisters voice.
Soldier's lives he took for peace, his hands stained with how so many had to die. A young blond he can not remember will show him new love, and questions to be answered. Choking coughing and fading away, not to see the light of day.
One last thing that must be said, before he witness what death is. Long slender fingers stretch out in three, forming a soft caress of silence on the girls crying pale skin,
"I love you." Is all he whispers, soon darkness claims him. His eyes roll back silently, deathly. Those hands so stained in his crimson memories, are now clean.
She screams his name the last thing that's heard and not forgotten. The body left in fading darkness a soul hidden is now being set free. The curtain falls on his life the end now for Triton Bloom, Nanashi and alas Trowa Barton, silence of a lost baby bloom, a silencer gone and forgotten in his mind, a solider, a gundam pilot fit enough for a worlds peace.
End
Areku: I do not own G/W, It belongs to the rightful owners.
Certain Friends: **hide in the corner**
Friend 1: "Holy Shitter…"
Friend 2: "…I don't like clowns…"
Friend 3: "What are Trowa and all those other people? What's a Nanashi?"
Areku: Hn….wimps…
Death at its finest
Another act, just like ever other, the brother and sister routine. All the faces young an old awaiting the act that sent shivers up and down their spines. Metal knives and the crying clown, the knife throwing star and the former gundam pilot.
She takes her stance as always giving a silent pray nothing goes wrong like the past performances, but tonight would be another story. Like death spinning its course through the air, three land in their spots without touching the young man. The last one thrown missing its target.
The crowd falls silent unaware of what has happened the girls shouts and cries fill the silence like a knife cutting through the bewilderment. It has struck leaving the body unable to move with its red emotion staining the blue and white shirt. All good things must come to an end, his last grand stand performance.
She screams rushing to hold the love and only family in her life, frantic shouts and emotions heard, there is nothing they can do but fall witness to what a young chestnut haired boy claimed to be,
"Don't go please I need you, god don't leave me". He wanted this many times before. The detonation, the killing he wanted it to end but never in a manner such as this. The words to be said fail him, this young boy of no past and now no future. Hell or Heaven. Oxygen failing, suffocating all life from which he had, his muscular chest now failing its solid rhythms.
A short life time passes those emerald eyes fading jade. Only four years of what he can remember. Red falling from his solid soft lips, the ones love never got to kiss. His neck stained in it also, as the girls tears of purity fall washing some of it away.
Emotions he dared to hide, things he thought he'd never had fall from jade clouds as he knows he will never rise to hear friends laughter, or the sweet sound of his sisters voice.
Soldier's lives he took for peace, his hands stained with how so many had to die. A young blond he can not remember will show him new love, and questions to be answered. Choking coughing and fading away, not to see the light of day.
One last thing that must be said, before he witness what death is. Long slender fingers stretch out in three, forming a soft caress of silence on the girls crying pale skin,
"I love you." Is all he whispers, soon darkness claims him. His eyes roll back silently, deathly. Those hands so stained in his crimson memories, are now clean.
She screams his name the last thing that's heard and not forgotten. The body left in fading darkness a soul hidden is now being set free. The curtain falls on his life the end now for Triton Bloom, Nanashi and alas Trowa Barton, silence of a lost baby bloom, a silencer gone and forgotten in his mind, a solider, a gundam pilot fit enough for a worlds peace.
End