We could almost be like any other lovers in a park right now, you lying with your head in my lap as I run my blood-coated fingers through your hair, speaking to you softly as the sakura rustles a bit, soothingly.
I think it likes me, Seishirou-san. It enjoyed my story too. Did you know that it would? Did you ever think about it? I'm sure you must have, at least once. You might have even intended this from the beginning.
Now that I've inherited your position, I wonder... should I step into your life completely? I smile, imagining Kamui's face as he fights against me, wondering if he'd even be able to.
Amused at myself, I hold my hand up to your cheek, brushing over it. I had never had the chance before, to take my time like this. You would never have allowed yourself to be so vulnerable as to fall asleep next to me.
Thoughtfully, I let my finger trace over your blind eye, wondering what it meant to you. Was it simply an inconvenience? Or, perhaps, it was a reminder of that time, and the role you played for me.
Somehow, I think that time was precious for you.
It's morbid, what I'm considering now, but I think it's a shame to leave it like this. After all, I have always had something physically marking me, to remind me of you. Now that you're dead, your marks have faded from my hands already. It feels… empty.
It's astonishingly easy to remove.
I slide it into a pocket, realizing how stiff with blood my clothing has become, and how cold you seem. I've been here for far too long.
Very well. I'll bury you now. You can keep Hokuto-chan company. I'm sure she'd like that. She always told me how much she enjoyed talking with you. I suppose, now, you two will have all the time in the world to talk.
I know you won't be lonely. I'll bring you new friends so that you never get bored. And I'll be here for you too.
I take my time, making sure that the grave is perfect before stepping back, pulling out the pack of cigarettes and lighting one. I let the smoke curl around me for a moment.
The tree wants to know what I've decided to do. Can you guess, Seishirou-san?
This is why, today… I shall let you go.
././. end ././.
Credits: Wow. three years. damn. Some thanks are definetly in order. Without these people, I so could not have gotten through this.
Angel of the Eclipse: aha... yeah. I -did- mean November of last year. I just suck at keeping writing deadlines. ; but honestly -thank you- for the support you've given me... your reviews are always so nice and they make me want to get off my ass and work. :3 Sorry this chapter is so brief, but I hope that it ties things up nicely!
Ruby: you silly ho. thanks for being so energetic and spazzy and being one of my biggest fans/supporters.
Lauren: thank you for introducing me to X, for freaking out and telling me to write this. I hope that you don't murder me for the direction it took... a bit more morbid than our original concept, I know.
Kat: your insane!subaru has affected me more than I think is healthy XD and I so need to post that fanart you drew for this way back when... thank you for helping to beta and fanbabble XD
Trisha: Ah, the dangers of having a fan for a flatmate. :X Thank you for not killing me in my sleep when I don't update. >.> I know it's taken restraint. Also, thank you for listening to my frustration-venting and giving me a different perspective, as well as keeping tabs on what the rest of the fandom's been doing. loveyou.
Catie: thank you for being my best distraction, first line of beta, and overall "DO EET" girl. XD; I blame you for so much in this fic. Including some of the update pace. >.>;
Colin: you're so much more than my favorite grammar-nazi. :p you're the person I bounce the majority of my ideas off of. you've been in on this since the beginning... I think albumfic was -your- idea. you're the best twinchan evah.
Finally, to everyone who's read, reviewed, and overall enjoyed this. thanks. it's been fun.
