Disclaimer: I really wonder why ever would I lay claim to something with a registered name, ne?
Moi Memo: I really didn't know whether I should place this with my first Spiral fiction, or let it stand alone... Guess I'll just put it with my first fiction !
This one's about the flashback (yes, I love doing flashbacks) wherein you only see Kanone's back and Eyes with a dagger at his side embedded in a tree.
maybe I'll call my series, the FB series ( flash back ) ehehe
Oh, and you'll probably notice..
Speech are in quotations, and italics are either narration or emphasis, and bold wordsprovide emphasis...
Thrice or more...
...oxoxoxoxo...
It wassomewhere alongChristmas when it happened... when he said those words that no one had ever heard hiim say
"Don't leave me…"
Words that he had never wanted to escape his lips, but now had echoed. No one knew that he could ever utter such words; none of the Blade Children ever heard their leader plead for their company.
Perhaps, it is because, they aren't Eyes Rutherford.
He just stood there, all emotions seemingly gone. He wasn't one to complain that Kanone always spoke his mind to him. He was to whom the older one would always open up to. Although everyone knew they shared a bond that was unlike any other. But that bond was seemingly being severed right now. They both knew it, knew this day would come that their paths would separate. Although not this soon, and it seemed they still didn't want to accept it. Even if Eyes would never dare say it out loud like the other just did. He wanted everything to stay as it was. That they would always be there for each other they had already overcome so many things, killed so many of whom otherwise would have killed them instead.
"Don't leave me!"
Now with force, he broke the silence that ensued a while ago. It was really desperate. But if one were to look at this scene, they were both leaving each other. The pianist would take on his career and the older would disappear amongst the crowds.
The most refreshing color of azure meeting the warmest color of amethyst, it was a war that they were sure they'd both loose. Messages conveyed, without words. Deepening the hurt of the other. It didn't matter anymore; this was sure enough to happen anyways…
Crimson dripped from where the almond haired boy stood. His fingers clenched upon a blade of a dagger… He couldn't take this anymore. He wanted to see the silver haired figure in front of him to show him at least a hint of grief. He knew Eyes wouldn't cry, he didn't expect that much but he wanted a simple crease in the facial features, a slight frown, anything at all! But all one could see were mere sparkles from the blue orbs. His hand tightened upon its hold on the knife. He was angered by this seeming defiance of the other. It was as if he did not care, although deep inside he knew Eyes did. Seeing some emotion written on the other one's face would ease this parting. But he dared not budge. Stoic and beautiful, there he stood
He saw the blood dripping from the right hand of the almond haired boy. His eyes shifted just once from the other's eyes to the dagger. Only once, and then it never left the other's face. His gaze was so intense; that it might have caused the bleeding of the other one's hands if one were to completely forget about the dagger
With one quick movement, he shifted his hands unto the handle of the small knife. And threw it straight on…
He didn't even flinch. He stared at the back that was leaving him now. They had decided. And it was a sorrowful decision. But he had done nothing... he had said nothing. He watched as the white trench coat left his gaze. Walking steadfastly to nowhere, as if it was so important…
More important than him, than what they had shared those past years, perhaps if he had said something Kanone wouldn't have left… Perhaps…
He turned his back to where the other had left, and stared at the now embedded dagger. He wanted it to hit himself, in all reality. He wished Kanone had aimed at him. He wouldn't have complained that the last thing he ever saw was Kanone. No, it wouldn't have been murder, for he would've easily forgiven the older one
…oxoxoxo End Flashback oxoxoxo…
Strange thoughts came to him, as fast as they left him…
Twice had Kanone left him, yet so many times had Eyes heard him say not to leave him. Sometimes Kanone could be so selfish, and yet he was in a way also selfish…
He had never said anything, nor had he even try to comfort the other boy, he just stood there. Supporting whatever it was Kanone would say… even if it were to leave them… even if it was to leave him…
Such thoughts came to Eyes, as he stared at the white bench that Kanone had occupied just a while ago. They were at a park right now, and the almond haired one just declared he was their enemy, too
That the seeming innocent silver-haired one must join him… But that he would never do, Eyes always seemed emotionless, but he held his responsibilities to heart. He held the companionship of everyone close and cherished it
And now, Kanone had once again desperately pleaded…
"Don't leave me…"
But he knew the answer to that
No, he knew… that there was no answer to that
He stood side by side with the silver-haired prodigy… and bowed his head… desperation clinging… Maybe someday… He'd hear an answer to this statement… or maybe in reality there was no such answer, especially for Blade children…
Eyes stared at the bench as he reflected on every time Kanone had said those three words…. This time he did not want to leave the older one hanging… but he had already left…as he spoke in a near whisper…
"I was never the one who left, Kanone… You always left me"
Ce'st Fini
Reviews, would be, as always welcome and much appreciated...You probably know that sometimes it makes the author ( although I'm way far from being one) want to write more... Arigato... !