Chiaki knew, despite the fact that she had watched Othello carry his cold, rigid corpse away, that Ororon was still near her in some form. She could feel him on her skin, where his fingers had stroked; in her mouth, where the taste of his soul still lingered from their bittersweet kisses; in her chest, where he had ripped her heart apart countless times from all of the incessant, mindless slaughter of both immoralists and innocents.
It rang in her ears, where his seductive voice whispered sweet nothings, calling out for her to find him.
And while she ignored Lika and Shiro--as they hollered and banged upon the locked door--she felt an indescribable pain across her throat as the blade slid on the surface of her tender flesh. And she knew she hadn't been wrong.
(A/N): The song was "Gravity" by Maaya Sakamoto. Again, not much of a similarity... Oh, on an extra note, I send my apologies to Youkai Yume, who is one of the fanfiction authors whom I respect and admire the most (yah, I know I'm a total suck up XD). I used the chapter title "Sweet Nothings" with much gratitude towards her, since I kinda bopped it off of her BREATHTAKINGLY, TRAGICALLY, HEARTWARMING fanfic, "Sweet Nothings," which I order everyone who hasn't to go and read it RIGHT NOW.