A/N: Okay just a quick note. My hand is really swollen so I can't believe I'm even typing this right now. And this is going to be a slight song chapter with The Matches-Sick Little Suicide. Remember this is the last chapter!

Chapter Twelve; Crimson Butterflies

The day was forsaken and the windows returned to the house. Just so, it seemed, they could watch the clouds cry for them.

A certain calm look had spread across Kurama's face and had been there for a while now, at least all night long.

Of course everyone was scared, to say the least but many of them still hated to believe it. As they all did but some more than others.

"Mark said he could hold his own head up
and share his mind
with the peeling paint on the bedroom wall"

Yusuke and Kuwabara had accepted it finally and it was causing them to momentarily blank out. In the sense of spacing out of the real world and staying in their own.

But they would come back and be fine with it unlike what would happen before.


They day dragged on and a dark shadow came over the castle/mansion building. A feeling of dread spread through their bodies as rain poured down from the heavens.

The horses neighed and pulled on the ropes that held them fast. All of them whinnied and pulled in despair but it was no use.

The sky was going to be dark for a long, long time.


Kurama woke up dazed. He closed his eyes and then he screamed.

His hands flung from his sides to his face, as he wailed in terror. Hiei, Sesshoumaru, Yusuke, Kagome, Sango, InuYasha, Rin, Jaaken, Miroku, Shippo, and Kuwabara were instantly at his side asking him what was wrong.

Kurama just kept going. Suddenly he stopped.

"One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros.
Still, I don't believe he would take that fall.
Those things will put you back
some paychecks"

Tears fell from his eyes as he stood and then he ran. He ran out of the room and down the hall.

Kurama reached his hand up and ran it across the doorframes as he ran by them. Feeling the warmth of the seventh door he came across he threw it open.

There in the middle of the room sat a box. The box looked very complex with spikes lining the edges and the black and red stripes all over, also there were buckles of all kinds that would take hour after hour to open them all.

"Set you back about a year or two.
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do,
all that we do.
And the ground downtown is a countdown,"

But Kurama walked over gently placing his fingers on the sides, careful of the spikes. Easily, the box was opened though it looked complicated.

And in the box sat a blade. It was a double blade.

In the middle were two rubies in a diamond shape. The handle was painted a navy blue.

The blades were a metallic steel navy blue. In the window moonlight shone onto the weapon giving it a majestic look and making it shine a brilliant blue.

The entire group arrived at the door looking at him then at the blades in awe.

"K-Kurama…how did you…I," Kagome began but she was shocked.

"No air anywhere in the area.
Suck back these take-home packs of euthanasia.
Youth in America..."

What was there to say?

They had all been so surprised by Kurama's outburst. What were they going to do now?

Kurama was mumbling again. But it wasn't so incoherent now.

"The Eikyu no keikai…" He said.

The he lightly touched the blade and withdrew his hand quickly.

"Seishin's weapon…all her's…," He continued.

Everyone stared in amazement.


Years before the castle/mansion right before the "accident":

"Leave me alone!" a girl screamed.

She spun and her raven hair floated around. Her brown eyes furious.

She ran into her room and pulled out her blade.

"There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do.
There's a sick little suicide
in all that we do...
you decide,
which one's for you?"

"Stay back!" She screamed.

"Come on Seishin we can work this out without me getting violent," He calmly tried to coax her.

"No! I won't give into you! Not this time!" Seishin yelled.

She charged at him blade at a ready. He easily dodged.

Usually Seishin was unmatched when with her weapon but not now, she was too panicky and couldn't concentrate. Her weapon stuck into the wall.

He took action immediately and pushed her up against the opposite wall. His hands grasped her neck.

Squeezing she was losing breath quickly.

"Why…are you d-doing this?…" Seishin asked him.

"Ai shite iru kara!" He screamed at her. Translation: "Because I love you!"


There was no escape. He bent on his knees and grasped his head.

He let out a piercing scream. Then the dark shadow overcame him.

"The accident…wasn't an accident…" He spoke.

Then hearing a knock on the door, the calm voice answered.

"Come in,"

Rena walked in the door. His expression darkened.

She walked forward then he walked toward her. Rena felt scared at the look in his eyes.

"Mark my words, oh, just a little more,
Sara said,
and subtly subsistence is suicide.
Exercise and malnutrition
keep curves tight,"

He had her pinned up against the wall and he ran his fingers through her hair. Then he kissed her lightly on her lips and she kissed him back.

While his hands slipped to her neck.

"Run!" A voice screamed but it's pleas fell upon deaf ears.

He was strangling her slowly as he pulled back.

"…Why…?" Rena said eyes wide in terror.

"Ai shite…iru…kara…" He told her, she stared at him in horror.

Her body went rigid and he let her fall to the floor. On Rena's neck was a red handprint in the shape of a crimson butterfly.

He walked back to his room and fell to his knees, as he cried, the shadow left him.

Then he looks up as Nanashi burst into the room.

"You killed her!" Nanashi shrieked pointing an accusing, shaking finger at his brother.

"Dammit you're as bad as him!" He replied.

"'Cause all that matters is what's outside.
So says every magazine cover
which gallantly assaults
our own women and children,"

"Who?" Nanashi demanded in confusion.

"The one who did it…" He returned.

Nanashi looked taken a back. A worried expression crossed his face.

"You…need help," Nanashi said then he left the room and the castle/mansion and never returned.

Then he locked himself in his room and was never seen again. Ever.

That night Umasuki cried. She cried for Rena. She cried for Nanashi and his brother. And for the first time, she cried for herself.


Night fell quickly and it was almost midnight already, 11:59 p.m and seconds seemed to pass slower and faster at the same time.

The voice had begun a count down. The girls were crying and some of the guys too.

"3" It said.

A sudden shocked expression crossed Kurama's face.

"I know what the question is," He announced.

"But it's not my fault,
It's never my fault.
We dare bury our three-square fare
in a twenty-first century artery,"

"2" The voice said.

Kurama was sweating.

"1" It continued.

"Is it better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all?" Kurama continued and a somber look crossed his face.

The voice said zero half way through his sentence.

"And feed beyond our need
so pardon me,
this part of me."


A/N: Anyway yes that's the end. After this I'm going to take a break from the heavy stuff and go lighter with my next fic. Genocide. It's Humor. Anyway please R&R.