Disclaimer: I want to say that if I owned KG, few things would be different. Unfortunately, no such things will be said. Because if I owned KG, I wouldn't change a thing.

AN: Whee! I DID it! Mwahahaha!

Well, so, it IS quite pointless, and not GaaSaku, or NejiSaku I have in store (there is a long road before them, darn), but, hey, enjoy!

Whatsername

by

Ta-dah!

'To normal people we're like shadows that pass by them'

Un-ou's sneaky voice ringed in her ears even now, she thought with a bitter smile.

She wasn't the one to reflect on things, finding out a great deal of time ago that in immortality agreeing with things as they were and not musing on something that was and couldn't be changed was vital. But, at the time being, she had time and energy to muse.

Her hair danced with wind as she turned her head to glance at peacefully sleeping baby boy. Her blue eyes softened and a wistful sigh escaped Éclair's lips.

'To normal people we're like shadows that pass by them'

Her eyes closed.

How she always firmly refused to believe it. So desperately. While others simply admitted defeat, she couldn't.

Because, what would be the point in her existence then?

Chevalier.

Armbrust.

Tim.

Yacht.

Kanoe.

Ms. Padushka and her child, Éclair.

Franz…

She sinked deeper into window-sill she was sitting on.

Franz…

Curtains were slowly moving, gently touching the window.

Maybe it was wrong?

Sure, she wasn't the one to question her actions, but she had felt the pain.

She knew that it hurt Lumiére.

Still, all the same, she so fiercely didn't want to be forgotten.

Didn't want to be the person you have once met and don't quite remember the face.

'To normal people we're like shadows that pass by them'

It was dark now and countless stars were blinking on the canopy.

The air was fresh and cool.

Her smooth fingers tightened on the furry blanket she has covered herself with.

The others were content to be in tight relationships.

She knew perfectly why.

She understood their feelings.

Oh God, if not for 'Que Sera Sera' she would not be alive today.

The pain was, simply, blinding.

There weren't tears, never tears. But the pain…

The pain teared her insides, although she rarely showed it to her beloved partner.

She wanted to scream, cry, throw things, trash, swear, explode.

And even though the idea why was vague to her now, she knew that people were dying.

People that had done everything that needed to be done.

People she learned to love, respect and cherish.

People with warm hands and smiles.

People with sharp tongues.

People with shy glances.

'To normal people we're like shadows that pass by them.'

She heard a loud cry.

Smiling merrily, she got up, stretching lazily.

'I'm coming, geez, you're so needy, Che!'

Maybe she should be nothing but a shadow.

Her lips curved into a mischievous smile.

Maybe not.


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