Title: Dearly Beloved
Author: j-chan
Theme: deathfic #4 11/50
Rating: PG
Warnings: none, really. It's a deathfic, but not much tear-jerking stuff.
Disclaimer: Gravitation and characters mentioned are not property of me, though I wish they were because then Suguru would be in the remixes, damnit!
Note: Again, these fics are mostly separate and have nothing to do with another unless otherwise stated. Also, I'd like to make it clear (someone asked) that I do not like the Tatsuha/Ryuichi pairing. I don't see it, therefore I don't write it. Therefore, in these fics, you will most likely not see something centered around them, sorry. The only fic I centered around them first was in Make or Break. I apologize to any Tatsuha/Ryuichi fans. And yes, I realize that I'm a bit hypocritical when I write this threesome and claim to hate that pairing. I don't know why, but I just don't like it.
Summary: Ryuichi looses something precious to him.
Dearly Beloved
It always rained during funerals. The weather and the gods never failed to cry for someone who has passed away and they always managed to cry the hardest. Today, though, I had to smile just a little at their sympathy. I had lost someone close to me, someone I thought would be with me until I died, not the other way around.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to lay witness to an untimely death of one of our treasured friends."
Untimely was right; he wasn't supposed to die this early in our lives. We had plans, things we would do when we were both eighty years old and moving around in one of those motorized wheelchairs. We would each get matching chairs, customized with our names engraved into it. I guess that is never going to happen now.
"He helped us in the hardest times, as well as the good times, and he will be remembered in our hearts as such."
The priest's words fell deafly onto my ears. I'm sure Tohma told him what to say and how to act. Tohma was always good at clearing those details up anyway. I gripped tightly to the hand holding my own, never wanting to let go. Beside me, I felt somebody else slide up and take my other hand, giving me strength to get through this. I could do this, I knew I could. It was just so hard and it was something I didn't want to ever go through.
"In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God our brother…"
Good, the priest remembered that it was to be an American funeral. We always wanted a funeral like that. I couldn't remember when he promised it to each other, but we promised that whoever would die first, they would get a funeral procession like we saw in America. I'm glad that we managed to get a priest who would be willing to do such.
"…And we commit his body to the ground. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord bless him and keep him, the Lord make it his face to shine upon him and be gracious unto him and give him peace."
Peace. That's all both of us really wanted. Peace was the thing we yearned for, tried to find within the pass of music and media. The peace we found in each other and those around us. The love we shared, the love we would always share. We had created our own Eden and, just like Eve, he was taken from it.
"Amen."
A chorus of 'amen' was murmured through the rain of the graveyard. People stayed for a few moments before turning and going to their cars. Most likely to go home, change, and be glad to get out of the rain and away from the graveyard; that was fine. I didn't want them to be near him anyway. They didn't deserve it.
"Ryuichi?"
"I'll be there in a moment, Suguru." My hands slipped from his as well as the other that was holding my hand. "Give me some time to say goodbye."
"All right."
"We'll be in the car," the other voice said and soon I heard them walking away.
This gave me time to be alone with him, just the two of us again. Taking a deep breath, I moved forward and put my hands over the coffin. "Hey buddy, it's me. Guess I never thought I'd be the one doing this, but here I am." I glanced toward the sky, letting the rain run across my face. "I'm going to miss you and when we're together again, we'll have to catch up on things." Sighing, he ran my fingers slowly around the top of the black wood cover, smiling just a bit with how shiny it looked. "Don't wait for me. If you find a friend, be with them."
I leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of the coffin before stepping back. I had to go, I know I had to, but I didn't want to leave. Still, everybody was waiting so I took one more long look at my friend before turning and going back to the car. He would be in a better place and I had to accept that. He would be better off and that was all that mattered right now. Nothing more than his happiness and my ability to move on be happy myself. I had plenty of reasons for it, too.
"Everything all right, Ryuichi?"
I glanced up, seeing my younger lover standing there. "Yes, Suguru, everything's fine. Can we go home?"
He nodded and we got into the car. As soon as I was in, a pair of arms pulled me against a chest. "Are you going to be okay?"
I couldn't help it. I smiled at the two of them, getting comfortable with the three of us laying in the backseat of the car. "I'll be fine, so both of you stop." I tilted my head up, giving them both a kiss before getting comfortable again. "I just want to go home. I promised him I wouldn't get myself down in situations like this."
"We understand, Ryu, but we just wanted to make sure you were going to be okay." Tatsuha kissed my cheek gently. "Kumagaro was an important person in your life. We'll all miss him."
fin.