A/N: Hello, readers. This story is a bit out of line with most things I write but still angsty I suppose. This story can be taken to go with the My Immortal series or no. Frankly its up to you. It could fit in some ways, not in others. This little doodle came most likely in the middle of the night and was quite lengthy. It'd be a one-shot if it wasn't so long. Anyway, enjoy my perspective on Usagi's grief and his memories that cause it. Let the good times roll!

My kimono sags over my shoulder as I sit atop the palace, peering out over the village below the mountain. My ears droop on either side of my face. I have no desire to tie them up. Below me, Tomoe Ame, Kintaro, Noriyuki and Joratro watch the lanterns float off into the starry night.

I hate those lanterns.

The orange glow fills the sky from villages all across the valley. These lanterns mean one single thing. Love. Maybe respect, too. Sorrow. But mostly love.

I catch Tomoe Ame looking up at me. I meet here eyes. She gently smiles, tears in the corners of her eyes, and reaches toward me, despite my being on the roof.

I stare at her a bit longer, than stand and move to the other side of the roof, keeping her and the mournful boys out of my view. Once I sit again, I replace my arms inside my kimono and grip my arms tightly. Her words echo in my mind.

"Usagi, let it go. It's alright.

"Let him go."

My feet slip under me and my breathe hitches. I have to control my anger. I'm gonna get myself killed. I laugh to myself. Yeah. I could hear it now. Famous Ronin dies from falling off palace roof. That would be me.

"You bet it would be, Taiyo."

"Shut up," I say through grinded teeth. I hate saying that. It sounds harsh. I spend too much time in New York to no pick it up, though. Or…I used to.

The wind blows past my ears as if confirming those words. I pull my knees closer and glance down the mountain side. Lantern after lantern floats upward, urging the dead to see them.

He would think this is funny. Lanterns getting sent into space for a demon. I can almost hear him saying it. Almost.

I hear Kintaro yell and the Earth shake from his tantrum. The boy is lost. His hero is gone. Jotaro, I know, is crying and Lord Noriyuki is hiding in the folds of Tomoe Ames kimono…

I sigh and close my eyes. Please…go away…the pain doesn't. No matter how much I wish.

I hear a crack and I growl. Fireworks. The flashes of red send a tremor through my body. No. I need to block it out.

I reach down into my sleeve and take out a blue box shaped like a bunny. What did Donatello call it? A cell phone. No matter. As long as it works. It took me years to really figure out 'technology.' But now I understand it's importance.

I turn the phone on, and choke. My background shows me and Leonardo, arms around each other in front of a tall metal building. He smiles and eyes glow while my mouth is barley turned up and I have sunglasses on. Helpful inventions. I cover the photo immediately, pulling my music up. Modern music confuses me, but it does have good messages…sometimes.

I didn't care who hears. I don't care at all. Let them think I have tools of a devil. I can't take the fireworks. They are too much.

I touch the first song I see. It beeps, then starts playing. It sounds like stomping and clapping for a solid twenty seconds and then words begin. The second I hear them; I know I made a mistake.