Here I am again, finally. I hope you'll like this one as much as I like it :)

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It's the soundtrack of the beautiful movie 'Memoirs of a Geisha', and I want you to listen to it!

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So, without further ado, here it is, my entry to the main theme 'Lies'! :)

"I don't love you." Allen voices suddenly.

And the rain is falling hard and cold, as Allen wraps his coat tighter around himself. He's trying to contain his warmth, and the tears behind his hidden eyes. And the treacherous thoughts, desperate, so desperate, trying to leave his, now purple lips.

It's a lie.

And Kanda stands there, he is silent. He's just so silent. His long locks -the ones Allen loves so much, soft to the touch, and silky, and beautiful- are wet and stuck to his beautiful face.

"I don't love you, Kanda." he says again, and he hunches over, in pain, it seems. But no one ever knows that the pain is in his heart, and his soul, rather than in his limbs.

I'm lying. Only ever lying

And Kanda is still silent. And so beautiful, Allen thinks. Hauntingly so. His lips, still so richly red, the lips which Allen knows from experience are soft, and unbelievably gentle at times, they're pressed in a thin line.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

And Allen thinks that if this love, this feeling they're both feeling so intensely now, had happened before, once, yesterday, a long time ago, many life's prior, it must have have ended in another way, in a way it isn't supposed to end now.

If they'd met, on another day, a hundred, or a thousand years from today, they must have experienced blooming gardens, and a warm house, smiles, and roses, and a long, long life together. Blissful senility, and peaceful death together.

It must have been beautiful.

Allen thinks, as the tears he tried to hide his whole life, spill down his red cheeks, and blue lips, set in an agony filled frown.

It must have happened, I'm sure.

So now, Allen's able to go on, to lie, to ruin his happiness, if he had one to begin with. Just 'cause he knows they had a lifetime together, and they may have one in their reincarnations, maybe one day. Those thoughts let him keep going, and he looks Kanda in the eyes, finally, thinking beautiful thoughts, thinking, love.

I'm sorry I'm lying.

And Kanda seems to understand, seems to know, so he smiles bitterly, and watches Allen turn around, ready to face his death, and the death of Kanda's being as well.

If one day, maybe, we find ourselves living on this beautiful world together,

find me.

The last thing he hears is Kanda's sorrowful laugh, and one distant sentence;

"I just regret I wasn't able to kiss you one last time."

Centuries pass, the world never changes, everything seems the same.
Silver hair flutters playfully, as a strong wind blows through the streets.

I have to get back soon, or they'll worry again.

The boy is humming a joyful melody, he doesn't remember where he picked it up, but it doesn't matter anyways.
"Oh, I'm sorry" he says, as he bumps into someone, while dancing, hurrying, enjoying the rain. He looks up, seeing dark long locks, and blue, oh so blue eyes.

Beautiful.

'Kanda'.

The name echoes in his mind, he doesn't know why. It's not the mans name, but it's somehow important, the boy figures.
He starts walking away, wondering why the strange man didn't reply, as his wrist is grabbed. He turns around, eyes meet, and the world stops for a split moment.

They do not hear the cars passing by, nor do they see the street lamp flickering.
The man feels stupid but he cannot let go anyways. He does not remember the past that connects them, but he feels it. And he knows, that if he lets go now, the boy will disappear, that he will become another forgotten, meaningless strange boy. And he doesn't want that, for he knows, the boy can be his happy ending, he can make the boy meaningful as much as the boy can make him.

The rain falls, the world moves on, and they just stand there and stare at each other. Suddenly, a thought crosses both of their minds. The boy does not understand it, the man does not understand it, but they feel the same feeling.
Both smile faintly, and the boy thinks;

He found me.