A Darkened Whisper

A/N: This is my first fic, so please try to be a little gentle, alright? Umm-if you are wondering why Faust tends to repeat

things that he has once said, it is because people who have suffered a loss tend to repeat things, as if trying to force back the

death or grief that has overtaken the moment…Yes, I do read psychology books, and please do not stuff me in a locker as they do so kindly at school…deathglare I hope you enjoy the story, though it is terrible, terrible angst!

Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King, I never will unless the blindofolded goddess of fate decides to bestow upon me the greatest blessing, I do not own anything. except, like, …stuff. and this story.

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Chapter Six: A Memory's Scent

The full moon shone through a broken window in the cellar, reflecting light and pouring darkened moonbeams onto Eliza's body.

It was finally time to revive her. Time to revive my love.

I set her body atop a gleaming glass pedestal, and began chanting the spell that would reunite her heavenly soul with her earthly body, it was time. It was the prayer that could reunite us.

I felt an overpowering, cold, draft fill the room as the blinding light engulfed my beloved, illuminating her shining ivory bones, wuthering and howling and filling my mind with a feverish din.

After that brief moment of light and screaming metal, everything fell silent.

The wind fell stagnant, and both Eliza and I drifted into a dreamless slumber.

When I awoke, Eliza was standing over me, close to my face. In my hazed vision, I was able to make out that my dearest still remained a skeleton, her beauty had not chosen to linger, but her soul remained engrained within her body. Now it was my comforting knowledge that she would not depart, and never waver when she stayed with me…Even if I could not completely resurrect her…

She grasped my hand concernedly, and asked in her warm, sweet voice that was as smooth as a newborn rose, if I could lay down and rest for awhile. I was ready to gently refuse, but then felt a sleepy, humid, stupor fall over me, and the deep scent of flowers, as opposed to the previous scent of early death, invaded the house.

The flowers smelled of Eliza, and Eliza smelled of love.

She laid me down on the very same bed I had laid her upon only so long ago, at the beginning of the end, and covered me in a multitude of blankets….I am not sure, however, I think, in her sweetness, she might have dropped a doily over my eyes, and frills are not exactly enjoyable when they're reducing your field of already hazy vision.

Eliza began to read to me, and it brought back the gentle scent of a memory long past….

Long ago, or so it seems to me, after I had saved her from that damned fatal disease, much to my chagrin I fell ill….All through that time, she had comforted her poor, fatigued but elated, husband, by reading to me old, faded letters that we had written as children. We shared the same bed even before we were married, and Eliza stayed by my bedside until I recovered. I frequently did the same for her as well.

It became tradition, and, it was always something we knew we would never cease to do, for we cared so much for each other, and "even in sickness and health…" It was such a wonderful, brightened time, of ectasy and happiness between the both of us…Like a garden in full bloom.

But, after the death of our garden, traditions stopped…She stopped…and Life stopped…

My heart, though, beats stronger than I have ever felt.

End of Chapter Six

A/N: Yes, I know, I didn't get it done in ONE day, simply because my cousin forced me off of the computer, and it resulted in a rather rough exchange of words and threats…(erk) and I couldn't get it done, I'm afraid.

Thanks again, sakuuya, and to anyone else who reviews! You guys really make me feel as if I belong here!!

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Me: Lyserg, get off the piano.

Lyserg: ruling the computer with an iron fist ….00

See you on the (mercifully short) Chapter Seven!

Ja Ne-

Neko-Neko Faust VIIII