She Did Not.
By Alm
It's been a long time, hasn't it?
Since when?
Since before. Before everything happened...
Before it all went wrong?
Do you remember peace?
... Such a long time ago...
How long, exactly? …
I don't know. Too long.
Gone.
Can't you just forget?
I would. But I can't.
Forget. Forget, damn it!
Why would I want to?
The rain was cold. It came in waves, waves pushed by the wind and glittering in perfect synchronization, tiny needles of water. God's tears, perhaps. They came, anyway, and swift, icy bullets. A youthful boy looked up to the deep, glowering gray skies, his light-coloured hair rustled slightly and his eyes slightly pinked. He seemed a dark form of black, not bothering to use an umbrella. It's so fitting. It's so right that the guilt seems less. It's so wrong that the guilt seems more. Aya...
There were so many buildings. They stood over his small, almost pathetic form, dwarfing him and glaring like hungry birds. This city was not helping all that much. Cerulean eyes lifted upward. Aki, you're a fool. What was that old phrase...? Nothing golden stays. He stepped through the crowded streets, the pale sheen of his hair failing as the rain beat it down into drenched defeat. Nothing golden... He allowed the crowd to carry him. To carry him farther and farther away from the sister he once loved. The sister who once loved him. Aya. Images abruptly began flooding his mind. He pushed his way to the building and panted heavily, drawing his breath as if he had to remember to respire and leaning in against the icy, slick metal walls. Aya. His clenched fists found his way to the overheated skin of his forehead, and he trembled slightly.
Images and memories rushed to him. Aya. Visions of the karaoke parlour. Aya. Their petty arguments as children. Aya. Touya taking him to her when he had escaped. Aya. Her frightened eyes. Aya. Yuuhi. Aya. Suzumi. Aya. Aya. Aya. Aya.
The tears he had held back before, when he learned of her fate, finally came. He was no longer a young boy. Aki was aging… he had seen too much. His young, puppy eyes had absorbed so much death and blood and hate and sadness and fear. He was not innocent. He… he, Aki! He who had loved his sister to the ends of the world, he who had overcome unlikely odds to see her. He had tried to harm her once. Regret built up in his mouth, and he rushed into an ally, turned his head to the side, and vomited. He finally crumbled, inching away, consumed in unhappiness and dissolving into a miserable, sobbing heap. His arms went over his neck, and he hugged himself. "Don't go," he whined to himself in the manner of a little boy, his voice carrying a subtle strand of fear. "They've all gone. Dad. Mom. And now you." Another army of tears erupted down his cheeks. "Damn it, Aya... don't leave me here… come back."
She did not.
A/N: Yes, that was kind of stereotypical, short, and horribly dark. XD But I got amazingly bored and felt the need to write. Please review. :D