Disclaimer: You kiddin' ? I own Spiral ! stares fratically Oh, so okey I don't! Why the hell did you even ask me?
Ayachan: calm down kris kun... calm down...
Kris kun: Ah, right...
Moi Memo : This is inspired by the authorwho seems to be the only one reading my Spiral fictions... sigh
This is right after Kanone had left for Germany, my spin on it. 'Cause I know that many others had given their own version. Eyes discovers there is relief in such a thing as showing pain
Italics are Eyes Rutherford's thoughts
Bold letters are just there for emphasis/stress
The Damned know not tears nor laughter
xoxoxoxoxox
The plane was leaving… why did he just… We both stared at each other for a while, maybe if…
Kanone had showed me so much, and yet…I was never…
We were both at the park, he was pleading… but why?
Did the small creature really wished for death? Maybe it just…
I knew I could diffuse that bomb. But I…
The Fortune of Believers? Is it…
Born unto a world that loathes me…then why?
Cold rain, how would one feel?
I… I, can't believe for … it is a lie… Hope is…
Hope is nothing but an illusion…
Illusions… Is it really where I want to place my belief in?
Illusions… delude myself… false hope…
Confused, Eyes out of all of them detested this feeling. He was never like this, he knew every why and what. But now, it didn't make much sense. Had he been living a lie all this time? He felt so… he didn't know… He saw the plane living, he knew Kanone had betrayed them all. Left all of them to fend for themselves. The one who taught them how to kill was their enemy.
Kanone, you are the most dangerous hunter…
The fragile looking form seemed to smile bitterly at this thought…
the plane he had been watching was gone now.
Kanone was gone now…
The people that passed stared at the silver-haired figure that just stood there, contemplating about what had just happened. If one had seen this rather angelic being, one would've just wanted to hug him. Offer comfort… and yet not to touch or go near him at all because he might break under one's touch. The play of the airport lights and the coming of night made him look all the more surreal… His hair wavering, as a soft breeze played with his hair… and much like his friend… the soft gale was gone…
Why couldn't he have chosen the path where all the others are?
Why is it he left…?
I…
He was walking now… going to his limousine… the door closed, the engine started… his thought continued…
Maybe if I can just lead everyone…
But I am not Kanone… I was never…
I can't even …
If I can just somehow… release all of this…
But Kanone was supposed to…
His hand had the small shell once again, gripping on it tightly. He didn't want to let go…the shell was crushed now… in his slender hand…he will never let go… But, it seems everyone else had left him… Everyone
No, not everyone… Just him…
HIM…
He didn't want to break now… his soul entirely broken…. It wouldn't be of much help if he was … He just wanted to know what everything had meant… What had love meant? What was warmth and comfort… What was he if he didn't understand these things?
To fight fate… One must not…
One must not be human…
Be immune to all, all so called emotions…
One is better off without them…
The limousine had stopped now… but he still continued… he stared at the huge hotel he was staying at… He had all the comforts anyone would wish and even dream of. But these things didn't make much sense to him right now… He saw his flat, and saw light… no, he didn't want company right now… He just wanted to be with Kano—
No, I just want to be alone…
I can sort this out… Everything will make sense…
Everything MUST make sense…
IT JUST HAS TO!
It was the very first time Rio had seen Eyes run like that… and not to the hotel… he just ran… leaving his limo out there… and Rio up there… She didn't really know what to do…everyone knew how close Eyes and Kanone were. To bear such a thing, as being back stabbed by your childhood friend… being back stabbed by the only person you ever did put all your trust in…
The sun had long left the skies, and a starless night had been blessed to the cursed children and the normal beings of society… They shared the same sky, shared the same earth… why were they so different? They all felt pain, sorrow, fear, hatred… no, not all of them…
This was the first time he ever felt frustrated, angry… it was a remote feeling he had never even dared to have lingered … He never wanted to feel.. It was wrong for him to feel. Damned children didn't have the right to feel the pleasure of pain and grief…. The sadness in fleeting joy and bliss… He was a demon who knew only to form a slight curve in those pale lips of his…
Then what was this… what was this excruciating feeling in his chest… this burden in his so-called heart… his soul was yearning for something… not someone…that he knew… He needed something….
What…?
What is wrong with me…
He had finally stopped from running, and the skies had now started to pour on him… Luck wasn't with him, for he wasn't wearing one of his trench coats… but he didn't care anymore… he stood tall and fearless in the midst of all this darkness, he held no fear…
Such darkness know no bounds…
I am nothing compared to it…
I am empty
I am a …void…
His legs had buckled underneath him, and he was kneeling now… as he now fell forward.. as if someone had pushed him… Nothing but the hard fall of the rain could be heard… he was silent there… staring at the water that pooled beneath him… there was nothing but coldness and the feeling of being soaked and damp…
Death is perhaps… indeed the answer for me…
The others deserve much better than what I can ever … ever fathom…
He was shaking now… but … this… there was something warm now… he was hearing faint sobs… he knew these were indeed sobs… and his vision …
What… is this…
Kanone…?
He looked up, and tried frantically to search. But no, he was probably in Germany right now… he wasn't here. The warmth he was feeling… were his tears…
Ages he had never cried, not for his mother's death, not when he had killed his very first hunter, he never wavered when his life was on the line… But this… perhaps was not one of those things… His tears came, when comfort had left him…
But to heaven and hell…damn,did thisfeel good….
Am I…?
I am…
I am crying…
Faint sobs… he knelt now and raised his right hand… to touch both of his eyes… they were indeed warm… unlike what he was…. This time… more than a curve appeared in that beatific face of his… it was a real smile… and he was thankful for the warm wetness that had come from his eyes…
Kanone, it feels lighter… If only I could…tell you how…
He stood now… it seemed everything looked much clearer… Even if it was so dark, he saw where he was going… he was indeed alone.. but he knew where the path was leading him… and where he would go…
He saw his limo now… and picked up his coat…. Looked for something… and…
"Rio, tell the others we're leaving …"
"Eyes? Eyes kun? It's YOU isn't it…? Eyes…"
"It is…"
Rio was apparently crying… he heard it… the sniveling and such… he knew… he would never cry like that again, but he faintly smiled at how it felt…
Exquisite to the last…"Eyes… you'll come with us….right?"
"Yes, Rio…I promise…"
"Thank you…."
There...! This fiction was inspired by KousukeAsazuki, Thanks so much for the idea of making Eyes cry... although I didn't do the one wherein they were at his mother's funeral, maybe in the later fictions...!
Review please? I really enjoy reading and replying to those... Give me a shot to change if you don't like something in my writing style...Let me know !