(Hm, a reviewer asked me to write this, and I thought why not? A sequel to
'loss'. Don't know if it's any good, but anyway, here it is 'Cherie-san'.
Sorry it took so long.
Please tell me what you think. Yourushiku onegaishimasu. ^_^x)
anguish
The rain had started to fall but he took no notice. He continued to stay where he was, kneeling in front of her grave. Everyday he did this, not knowing of the many hours that pass by, or of the other people, or of the weather. Just kneeling there, thinking and reliving everything that had happened on that cold night, now a year ago on this day.
Memories of her death.
Of how cold she was in his embrace.
Of meeting Raiha's merciless eyes.
Of the burning hatred which had consumed him.
Of blood dripping from the Ensui.
He had killed that night, driven by that poisonous hatred he was. quite familiar with. For it was also hatred which had driven him in his pursuit of strength and in the mastery of the ice blade. The hatred that made him cold and isolated in his single-minded pursuit of vengeance.
This hatred he now feels slowly turning towards the workings of Fate. How he had raged against It for taking away his only beloved sister, and now yet again for taking the only person who had been able to draw out his smile and touch his heart. Had It cursed him? A curse of emptiness, a curse of death to anyone whom he grows to love? If so, he gladly curses it back: a curse of understanding, that people may discern the plans It had laid out for them long before It has had a chance to enact them.
Though that day would forever stand darkly apart in his store of memories, a part of it has been mercifully blurred in his mind. That was when he had carried her body, crying and stumbling through the night, his mind blank and his legs plodding on with no purpose. He felt a semblance of his sanity return when dawn broke, watching the beauty of the sunrise as he cradled her corpse in his arms. Their friends found them later that day. Their grief nearly equaled his own, and he remembers feeling a little better having others share his tears, and in the knowledge that he was not the only one who mourns deeply for her loss.
And then, a warm touch broke him away from his recollections.
Her touch.
He felt her arms slowly encircling him from behind, felt the warmth of her body as it pressed against his. Her scent was suddenly in the air, sweetening each breath that he took.
Quickly, heart racing with such intensity, he turned to look over his shoulder, fully expecting to meet her twinkling purple, azure-tinted eyes in one moment, seeing nothing but the gray, rainy air in the next. He stood up and looked all around him. Although his senses insisted he was alone, his heart kept telling him he was not. And there, as he stared intently before him, wasn't the rain faintly outlining a feminine shape as it fell?
He murmured her name as he reached out towards where she was, but found only nothingness. And there a great and powerful sadness overtook him, as he realized how much he wanted to hold her in his arms but. he never will. Never. For she is dead, and nothing can bring the dead back to life.
But. she's here! Standing right in front of him.
But he could. Not. SEE HER!!!
Why!? WHY!?! WHY CAN'T I SEE THE ONLY WOMAN I HAVE EVER LOVED!?!
His body trembled with the sudden impotent rage that flooded through him, blurring all thought, overpowering all other emotions.
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!
His shout reverberated throughout the graveyard. But no one heard him. He was alone in that place of the dead.
Why.
His eyes widen as the answer comes to him. Of course. Why didn't I think of it sooner? The answer is so obvious.
How can the living possibly see the dead?
"I will be with you soon." he murmurs gently. And slowly, he draws out the Ensui.
They found him the next day, lying on his side on top of her grave. His blood had already dried, and the waters that had formed the Ensui's merciless blade had long ago evaporated, or perhaps had already been drunk by the ground. The madougu lay seemingly innocent beside him, bearing no trace of his blood on it.
There was a hole in his heart where his life had emptied, and he was quite dead.
But he was smiling.
THE END
Please tell me what you think. Yourushiku onegaishimasu. ^_^x)
anguish
The rain had started to fall but he took no notice. He continued to stay where he was, kneeling in front of her grave. Everyday he did this, not knowing of the many hours that pass by, or of the other people, or of the weather. Just kneeling there, thinking and reliving everything that had happened on that cold night, now a year ago on this day.
Memories of her death.
Of how cold she was in his embrace.
Of meeting Raiha's merciless eyes.
Of the burning hatred which had consumed him.
Of blood dripping from the Ensui.
He had killed that night, driven by that poisonous hatred he was. quite familiar with. For it was also hatred which had driven him in his pursuit of strength and in the mastery of the ice blade. The hatred that made him cold and isolated in his single-minded pursuit of vengeance.
This hatred he now feels slowly turning towards the workings of Fate. How he had raged against It for taking away his only beloved sister, and now yet again for taking the only person who had been able to draw out his smile and touch his heart. Had It cursed him? A curse of emptiness, a curse of death to anyone whom he grows to love? If so, he gladly curses it back: a curse of understanding, that people may discern the plans It had laid out for them long before It has had a chance to enact them.
Though that day would forever stand darkly apart in his store of memories, a part of it has been mercifully blurred in his mind. That was when he had carried her body, crying and stumbling through the night, his mind blank and his legs plodding on with no purpose. He felt a semblance of his sanity return when dawn broke, watching the beauty of the sunrise as he cradled her corpse in his arms. Their friends found them later that day. Their grief nearly equaled his own, and he remembers feeling a little better having others share his tears, and in the knowledge that he was not the only one who mourns deeply for her loss.
And then, a warm touch broke him away from his recollections.
Her touch.
He felt her arms slowly encircling him from behind, felt the warmth of her body as it pressed against his. Her scent was suddenly in the air, sweetening each breath that he took.
Quickly, heart racing with such intensity, he turned to look over his shoulder, fully expecting to meet her twinkling purple, azure-tinted eyes in one moment, seeing nothing but the gray, rainy air in the next. He stood up and looked all around him. Although his senses insisted he was alone, his heart kept telling him he was not. And there, as he stared intently before him, wasn't the rain faintly outlining a feminine shape as it fell?
He murmured her name as he reached out towards where she was, but found only nothingness. And there a great and powerful sadness overtook him, as he realized how much he wanted to hold her in his arms but. he never will. Never. For she is dead, and nothing can bring the dead back to life.
But. she's here! Standing right in front of him.
But he could. Not. SEE HER!!!
Why!? WHY!?! WHY CAN'T I SEE THE ONLY WOMAN I HAVE EVER LOVED!?!
His body trembled with the sudden impotent rage that flooded through him, blurring all thought, overpowering all other emotions.
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!
His shout reverberated throughout the graveyard. But no one heard him. He was alone in that place of the dead.
Why.
His eyes widen as the answer comes to him. Of course. Why didn't I think of it sooner? The answer is so obvious.
How can the living possibly see the dead?
"I will be with you soon." he murmurs gently. And slowly, he draws out the Ensui.
They found him the next day, lying on his side on top of her grave. His blood had already dried, and the waters that had formed the Ensui's merciless blade had long ago evaporated, or perhaps had already been drunk by the ground. The madougu lay seemingly innocent beside him, bearing no trace of his blood on it.
There was a hole in his heart where his life had emptied, and he was quite dead.
But he was smiling.
THE END
