Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel.
AN: Guessing the characters shouldn't be too hard; I nearly tell you who they all are. Just make some educated inferences.
The song repeated itself many times in the rain that day, though whether they had actually played the dirge over on the organ or whether it had been all in the poor girl's head was left to be questioned. But that was the first time, and since then, it had been a little easier not to hear at all.
Just days ago, she had been singing the Tedeum, and now it was to herself she whispered "Kyrie eleison…" in the same church. Many of the people around her would more than occasionally glance over to her to see if she was yet crying.
Truth be told, the young girl had no intention of shedding a tear, be it a funeral or no, be it her sister or not. She hadn't felt the urge to cry in a rather long time.
She rode in one of the long black limousines to the gravesite; it was the same black limousine that her read haired and weeping brother-in-law rode in as well. He had told her that he admired her strength in not crying, and took his daughter's hand after he wiped away the fresh tears.
They arrived at the gravesite, and the young girl watched the casket go down, threw a flower, and walked away. She could feel the strange glances on her back, questioning as to why she carried her bouquet away with her, but she offered no explanation, and they received no answers.
The young woman walked deeper into the graveyard without even trying to think of where she was going. Her mind did not need to be told when to make her turn and stop, or when to lay down her flowers and kneel. She suddenly opened her eyes, and found herself kneeling before a gray headstone engraved not even with a name, by only with the words "Requiescat in Pace."
She looked down and saw the white bunch of flowers she had laid before the grave marker, and instead of leaving the site as she had she sister's, she stayed and remembered the first time she had come to that plot.
It had been raining that day, and many of the people present, which included a number of the police force, had proclaimed it the Requiem of a genius. A final farewell to a man - to a boy that could have solved the problems of the world, had he had the life long enough.
She had heard none of them, and had cried the entire time through the service, with her tears the heaviest during the lowering of the casket into the ground. It was then that her tears fell like rain drops, as she gave her wet flowers and stepped away from the edge of the deep hole. She ha cried the hardest she had ever cried, but it hadn't brought him back - and she knew how he had hated unnecessary fribble - so she stopped her tears for him, and was careful to keep it that way.
She now stood, looked once more at the white flowers, the headstone, back again, and she turned and left. She had never kissed him for the last time, but until she was beside him again, she knew that she would never get the chance.