Everyone stood stone still as the priest droned on about things after life and hoping that the little girl who died would be comfortable in her after life.
While the priest droned on and on, no one looked around at the scenery. Cherry blossom trees were scattered around the cemetery and in it. The little pink leaves fell off the trees slowly and softly. The tombstones weren't chipped that bad, and the grass was actually green, unlike most in Metropolis.
Tons of people were there for the funeral. Mostly Marduks, an almost illegal organization with basically no leader except this one man.
"Tima," whispered the man, who had a bit of a large nose. Tears were running down the man's face, and it was obvious that this was the little girl's father.
Rock, a boy with unruly brown hair and icy, light blue eyes with sunglasses with dark shades to cover them, stood next to the man who was called Duke Red.
He stared blankly at the grave, though no one could see his eyes. Ever since he had gotten sunglasses, he always wore them unless Tima or the Duke told him to take them off. Whenever he lost them or broke them, which he did a lot, he always bought a new pair as soon as possible.
Memories flickered though his mind. The first time Tima swung on a swing, the way she ate her ice cream, the way she laughed, how she barely cried, and tons of more things.
Tima was like a sister to him. He had been adopted to protect, serve and accompany Tima at the age of six. Now, four years had passed, and Rock had failed his duty.
A malfunctioned robot had appeared in the public park, where Tima spent most of her time. She had told Rock that she wanted ice cream, so Rock left for the ice cream stand.
After buying the ice cream, he heard a scream. Dropping the ice cream, Rock ran towards Tima's voice, sure that it was Tima who had screamed. Pulling out his handgun that the duke had given him, Rock shot at the robot that was now holding Tima buy the arm.
The robot jerked violently, stuttered oil out, and then dropped Tima. It landed on her with a sickening thud. Silence followed, and Rock couldn't believe it. Why hadn't Tima ran away after the robot had dropped her? What was a malfunctioned robot doing in the upper levels? Weren't Marduks supposed to be here?
Rock noticed the priest had grown quiet now, and Rock watched as the duke placed flowers on Tima's new grave.
The Marduks stood at attention as their master turned around and walked away. Rock followed, as always.
He didn't look back, he couldn't. 'Goodbye, Tima,' he thought. 'Hope you have a better place then Metropolis. A place with no robots.