Last chapter. I'm gonna cry. This has been one long story for me. Just a few things to clarify.
I don't kill these characters in my story because I hate them. I do it because it's my way of caring. yes, it's twisted, but that's me. Please understand, Ryu-chan is my god too.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravi
Wait For The Silence, Chapter Four: K
You idiot savant.
K sat in the back, away from the commotion.
I never figured I'd go to your funeral. Sakano's maybe, but not yours.
K watched as the first people arrived. Tohma and Noriko were already there, seeing as Ryuichi had no next-of-kin. Tatsuha was next after them. K knew that he was going to be the priest. Then, slowly, the people started coming in. A lot of people from NG who had worked with Ryuichi, some fans who he had made friends with, and finally he saw Hiro thread his way quietly into the room.
So, one out of three. Who's next?
A few minutes later Suguru walked in, his eyes roving around the room, looking for something or someone.
Probably Tohma.
After about ten minutes, he saw the head of Bad Luck arrive. Shuichi came in with Yuki Eiri, looking pale. K watched as Tohma spoke to them, but then he abruptly turned and left.
He's heading this way.
Tohma approached K half-apprehensive, half-distressed. "I'm not sure what to do anymore!" He said, choking on tears. His face was screwed up, eyes clenched shut. "I just can't do this!"
Time for drastic measures.
K grabbed Tohma by the shoulders and straightened him. Tohma half-opened his eyes, then K swung his hand back and slapped him across the face.
Doing that probably got me shit-canned, but I had to do it.
Tohma looked up, K's handprint vivid on his face. "Thanks." He muttered quietly. "It's just that this is really getting to me. I mean, Seeing Ryuichi in the morgue, and now seeing him here, as though he were sleeping, it just is getting to me."
"Right. Where's Tatsuha?" Tohma smiled faintly.
"In the back, trying to calm down." Tohma abruptly turned and walked away.
Good. I'm not fired.
K watched as Noriko hugged Shuichi. She was really holding back. Averting his eyes to the sea of black, he spotted Hiro talking with Fujisaki, and it looked like he was forcing Fujisaki to do something he didn't want to.
Probably wants him to do something to make Shuichi smile.
Suddenly Tatsuha strode out, and asked all to be seated. K sat in the back, mind wandering.
Looks like I'm, not the only one the not paying attention.
Many were crying; even Tatsuha looked as though he were holding back tears. K forced himself to keep a blank face.
Just a few more hours, and then it's over. . .
K stood by the grave, along with the members of Bad Luck and Nittle Grasper. Tatsuha had passed out and Yuki had taken him home. Shuichi was now supported by Hiro.
This is so pathetic. Ryuichi was immortal, nothing could touch him. Now he's dead.
Tohma cleared his throat. "Um, anyone want to say anything?"
Shuichi nodded, then tried to talk without crying.
"Yeah. Hi Ryuichi. I just wanna tell you that I'm gonna write the best song ever and dedicate it to you."
Not bad, Shuichi. I hope it happens.
Hiro looked a bit embarrassed, but spoke next. "Yeah, just want to say that Nittle Grasper is what got Shuichi and me to this point in our lives, and I want to thank you, Ryuichi."
Ok, two outta three. You've known Ryuichi longer than the others because of Tohma, what now, Fujisaki?
Fujisaki looked at the headstone. "I knew you a little longer, and you're music changed a lot of lives, including mine. Wherever you are now, I'm sure that you're still making people happy through your music."
True kid, I remember how you always tried to match Ryuichi on your keyboard, but never could.
Noriko wiped her eyes, and slowly spoke, trying to keep calm. "I've known and loved Ryuichi like a brother from the beginning, so I just want to say this. You're an idiot, Ryu-chan. But I still love you."
Ah, finally, someone admits the truth.
Tohma looked at K, then at the others. "Alright, my turn. Ryuichi, I remember when I first met you. You were running down t he halls in high school, and you knocked me over, you klutz. All of our books and papers went flying, and you apologized over and over. I picked up some lyrics you had written, and you picked up my music notes. It was like fate. Since then, you've kept running. I just wished that I bumped into you before this happened."
Very eloquent, Tohma. Are you going to make me speak?
As if on cue, everyone turned to K. He threw up his hands, trying to joke around. "Alright, I'll talk." He turned to the headstone. The epitaph was simple. Make me shining
Here goes.
"I've worked with Ryuichi ever since he got started. I know almost everything about him, so know I have something to say.
"I've been really happy doing this. Working with Nittle Grasper and Bad Luck has been incredible in itself. I'm just glad that I knew Ryuichi. That's all."
Ok, that wasn't too hard.
Tohma turned to Fujisaki, motioning to the car. They both turned and left. Noriko followed, getting into the car where her husband and child were waiting. Hiro led the way to his motorcycle, where Shuichi obediently climbed on the back.
Ok, one more thing to say.
"Can you hear me, Ryuichi? Just want to tell you that you're a genius. It's true you are an idiot, but above all else you were a genius. Remember that."
K placed a piece of paper on the ground, then placed a rock over it to prevent the wind from carrying it away.
He smiled faintly, then walked to where his parked car was waiting.
The piece of paper fluttered, trying to rip free. The words echoed through the graveyard.
Tohma, I would like to resign as Bad Luck's manager.
That's it! That's a wrap! Ok! Now I can focus on my next story, Threads! Bye!