Ok, here's what I'm gonna do. Imma making an epilogue for this last chapter I put up and then I'm gonna write another chapter as the alt ending and then a epilogue for that one... so, there's two more chapters after this one sooo DON'T LEAVE ME YET!!!!
....and for this I want someone's boyfriend for the day *ahem*
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Epilogue
Isabella kept to her room since she heard about the deaths. Her frame grew thinner with each passing day that she left the food left in front of her door untouched. Her parents even came home, concerned for their child.
It was Saturday, the day of the funeral. Oddly enough the sun was blazing high in the sky and birds were singing a merry tune. No clouds blocked out the cheeriness of the day. People strolled outside with friends, kids, or lovers taking no notice of anything outside their space.
She dressed herself, slowly, taking care of the garments she put on. She looked over to the clock every now and then, keeping track of time before she had to leave.
And then it was time. Fully dressed and ready, Yamamoto came out of his room and went down the stairs, out to a limo that was waiting for him in front. Ueda drove him to the cemetery where he was greeted by the families and friends of the three dead Yazawa students.
It was an open casket ceremony, all three side by side, little Miwako in the center. They were to be buried in slots next to each other, as their parents believed they would have liked.
Yamamoto walked up slowly to the front of gatherers. The caskets were strewn with flowers, as was the surrounding area.
He went to George's body first. He was dressed just as he always was. Yamamoto remembered the suit from the Paradise Kiss collection, vibrant with colors and George's own sense of style. His face, however, wore a grim expression, so void and lifeless. It hurt to keep staring down at him so he moved on.
He moved next to Miwako's casket. It surprised him to see that even in death Miwako seemed to show a smile.
He lifted his eyes over to Arashi's casket, his being the only one that was closed. He heard why. The shot to the face was irreparable and left better unseen. Hiro came up to him, giving a warm smile. "You were a friend of theirs, weren't you?"
Yama nodded. "Yes. I was."
"You doing ok? I guess that's a kind of dumb question." Hiro fidgeted, looking away from Yamamoto.
"It all happened so unexpectantly. I don't think I accept that they're really gone yet. Even lying here. . . Hiro?"
Hiro wiped his hand at his face before looking up again. "I don't think I'm gonna stay any longer. I assume since you knew Miwako and Arashi that you knew Yukari too. Her funeral's being held at the temple on 21st. You know, if you wanted to go." He walked away then, quite briskly.
Yamamoto thought for a moment and taking one last look at his friends he left them to rest.
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That night he stood out side, on 21st street, looking at people going in. He walked this time, without aid of any of the help. He took a breath and made his way towards the doors.
He was greeted by a man dressed in a black suit who handed him a piece of decorative paper with Yukari's name on it, date of birth and death, family, and so on. Yamamoto folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket.
There were a good number of people that filled the room. Few were students Yukari knew. Nakayama was there with a few other girls all teary eyed. Yukari's little brother was sitting in the front pew, not talking to anyone but by the way his body trembled every now and then Yama knew he didn't want to be bothered.
Everyone spoke in quiet voices, a few were crying with one another, some looked about the room with expressionless faces. Yamamoto went to take a few steps forward when an outraged cry stopped him.
Yukari's mom slammed her hand into Yamamoto's face. He fell a step back, stunned by the move, unable to think for a second. The mother's face brimmed with angry tears as she withdrew short breaths, in and out.
"You. . . You did this! You killed my daughter. I want you out of here now or so help me I'll kill you myself!" The malicious words rang throughout the silence that filled every corner of the temple.
Yamamoto sighed, saddened even more so by this onslaught. "I'm sorry for our loss."
"OUT!" Her arm pointed straight out at the door, shaking ridgedly.
He bowed his head and turned, slowly making his way out, every eye following him through.
An unexpected wind made him shiver as he stepped out the door. The cold wind brought more with it but Yamamoto didn't care. He hardly had a thought in his head as he walked on through the night. The sky growing darker and darker and the people on the streets being fewer and fewer.
At last, when he had walked at least a mile or so away from the temple he found an isolated area where he sunk down to his knees and let the grief he held for all those days out.
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ok! That's it for the first ending of ...um, I forget the title of this story... rocks.... Ice? Hmm... I don't know... now I gots to think of meh next ending... yeah, yukari will die in that one too.
And a side note... imma loving george and Arashi.... You just can't choose between the two
....and for this I want someone's boyfriend for the day *ahem*
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Epilogue
Isabella kept to her room since she heard about the deaths. Her frame grew thinner with each passing day that she left the food left in front of her door untouched. Her parents even came home, concerned for their child.
It was Saturday, the day of the funeral. Oddly enough the sun was blazing high in the sky and birds were singing a merry tune. No clouds blocked out the cheeriness of the day. People strolled outside with friends, kids, or lovers taking no notice of anything outside their space.
She dressed herself, slowly, taking care of the garments she put on. She looked over to the clock every now and then, keeping track of time before she had to leave.
And then it was time. Fully dressed and ready, Yamamoto came out of his room and went down the stairs, out to a limo that was waiting for him in front. Ueda drove him to the cemetery where he was greeted by the families and friends of the three dead Yazawa students.
It was an open casket ceremony, all three side by side, little Miwako in the center. They were to be buried in slots next to each other, as their parents believed they would have liked.
Yamamoto walked up slowly to the front of gatherers. The caskets were strewn with flowers, as was the surrounding area.
He went to George's body first. He was dressed just as he always was. Yamamoto remembered the suit from the Paradise Kiss collection, vibrant with colors and George's own sense of style. His face, however, wore a grim expression, so void and lifeless. It hurt to keep staring down at him so he moved on.
He moved next to Miwako's casket. It surprised him to see that even in death Miwako seemed to show a smile.
He lifted his eyes over to Arashi's casket, his being the only one that was closed. He heard why. The shot to the face was irreparable and left better unseen. Hiro came up to him, giving a warm smile. "You were a friend of theirs, weren't you?"
Yama nodded. "Yes. I was."
"You doing ok? I guess that's a kind of dumb question." Hiro fidgeted, looking away from Yamamoto.
"It all happened so unexpectantly. I don't think I accept that they're really gone yet. Even lying here. . . Hiro?"
Hiro wiped his hand at his face before looking up again. "I don't think I'm gonna stay any longer. I assume since you knew Miwako and Arashi that you knew Yukari too. Her funeral's being held at the temple on 21st. You know, if you wanted to go." He walked away then, quite briskly.
Yamamoto thought for a moment and taking one last look at his friends he left them to rest.
~~~~~
That night he stood out side, on 21st street, looking at people going in. He walked this time, without aid of any of the help. He took a breath and made his way towards the doors.
He was greeted by a man dressed in a black suit who handed him a piece of decorative paper with Yukari's name on it, date of birth and death, family, and so on. Yamamoto folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket.
There were a good number of people that filled the room. Few were students Yukari knew. Nakayama was there with a few other girls all teary eyed. Yukari's little brother was sitting in the front pew, not talking to anyone but by the way his body trembled every now and then Yama knew he didn't want to be bothered.
Everyone spoke in quiet voices, a few were crying with one another, some looked about the room with expressionless faces. Yamamoto went to take a few steps forward when an outraged cry stopped him.
Yukari's mom slammed her hand into Yamamoto's face. He fell a step back, stunned by the move, unable to think for a second. The mother's face brimmed with angry tears as she withdrew short breaths, in and out.
"You. . . You did this! You killed my daughter. I want you out of here now or so help me I'll kill you myself!" The malicious words rang throughout the silence that filled every corner of the temple.
Yamamoto sighed, saddened even more so by this onslaught. "I'm sorry for our loss."
"OUT!" Her arm pointed straight out at the door, shaking ridgedly.
He bowed his head and turned, slowly making his way out, every eye following him through.
An unexpected wind made him shiver as he stepped out the door. The cold wind brought more with it but Yamamoto didn't care. He hardly had a thought in his head as he walked on through the night. The sky growing darker and darker and the people on the streets being fewer and fewer.
At last, when he had walked at least a mile or so away from the temple he found an isolated area where he sunk down to his knees and let the grief he held for all those days out.
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ok! That's it for the first ending of ...um, I forget the title of this story... rocks.... Ice? Hmm... I don't know... now I gots to think of meh next ending... yeah, yukari will die in that one too.
And a side note... imma loving george and Arashi.... You just can't choose between the two