A/N: Elesis and Ronan's death seemed to creep some of you out xD Can't wait to see what happens when we get to Sieghart and Mari?
On a side note, I don't support LeyxDio, so don't expect to see it in any of my works D: Sorry for those of you who were expecting it.
Disclaimer: I OWN- *shot* Okay Dx I don't own Grand Chase, or Amy or Jin. You should all be very relieved (especially after reading this~)
Obituary 2: The Loving and the Beloved
"It's not your fault... Please don't cry, Jinny..."
"... ..."
"Why are you doing this to us?"
"You- You're not going to... You can't do that to them right when..."
"Just sit back and watch."
A sweet melody filled the air of a large, studio-like room, entering the ears of a smiling red haired man. The sound itself was emanating from the violin of a pink haired girl who was twisting the bow professionally against the strings. It was beginning to fade out: she had already been playing for nearly an hour. When the last note died clapping filled the room, and the girl smiled.
"What did you think, Jinny?" She asked as she set the violin down in its stand next to the grand piano, looking at him with a smile.
"Perfect, as always, Amy." Was the response, causing her to laugh.
"You always say that!" She rebuked playfully, fixing her dress before she twirled and walked over to grasp his hand and pull him out of the chair.
"That's because it's always true." He smiled, kissing her on the cheek. Amy giggled again, her hazel eyes glittering with delight as she wrapped one of her hands around his shoulder, holding his hand with the other. The fighter caught on immediately and placed his hand on her waist, spinning them to the middle of the room where they began swaying back and forth. The light from the bay windows was pouring in, painting the room with a golden hue and setting the perfect tone for their evening dance.
"You know," He said, "Dancing is a lot more fun now than it was before I met you." Amy rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"That's because you never did dance before I met you, remember?" Jin shrugged.
"Still, I doubt it would have been nearly as fun without you." He commented, laughing as Amy began whistling a song for them to dance to, "Who can sing as beautifully as you while dancing?"
"I'm sure plenty of girls can," She grinned, "Not that I'd want anyone else dancing with you~" Ending the dance, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"My Jinny~"
"Very much so." He agreed, a carriage outside the bay window catching his eyes.
"Ah. The mail's here. I'm going to go check, all right?" Amy rolled her eyes, huffing.
"There's never any mail, there hasn't been for a few months~ Can't you stay here and dance some more?" The red haired fighter stepped away, patting her on the head.
"Sorry, habit." He grinned, "Maybe a bit later, though." Sighing, the pink haired girl smiled back.
"If you must~ I'm gonna going to go start dinner, so you'd better hurry!" With a mischievous wink she rushed out of the room before him, leaving Jin alone. How is she so beautiful and cheerful every single day? He pondered as he followed the sistina out of the room, making his way down the long staircase and entering the front hallway. Hm... She's Amy. It probably comes naturally. He could hear the clattering of pots and pans as Amy began to take things out of the cupboard for dinner. Instead of heading in to watch her cook, as he often did, he turned to the front door and slipped it open just as a man in all white began walking up the walkway.
"Ah! Good evening, Jin!" The postman smiled toothily, reaching into his mail pouch.
"'Evening." The crimson haired man replied, walking off the porch to meet him half way up the path.
"It always amazes me that you manage to meet me before I reach the door every day." He chuckled obnoxiously, pulling out an elastic-tied pile of letters.
"Well, these are Miss Amy's letters! Lots of them today, her last concert was amazing. Went there myself, you know." Jin nodded idly, accepting the letters.
"Amy is always amazing." The fighter responded with a grin, turning around as the post man began laughing heartily.
"That she is, that she is! You're one lucky guy!" Jin nodded again.
"Don't I know it!" Jin made his way back up to the porch and sat down on the swinging bench, watching as the man got back in his carriage and continued down the path.
He waited for several moments, until the vehicle was completely out of sight and the clicking of horse hooves were completely gone. When they were both far gone he looked down at the stack of letters in his hands. Removing the elastic that held them together, he set it down next to him as he leafed through the letters, the smile falling from his face and replaced with a monotone expression.
Amy.
Amy! 3
To: Amy Winters
Amy~!
Amy! :D
Amy
AmyAmyAmyAmyAmyAmyAmy- And with one swift motion, Jin tore all the letters in half. Scraps of paper fell on his lap silently. Some of the letters had been crammed with glitter and sparkles: That also fell. He didn't bother holding onto the remains of the letter, and they drifted down. Some onto the wood of the balcony, and others onto the space next to him. Jin didn't care: He closed his eyes and began pushing himself back and forth on the swing.
... Why did I do that? Leaning forward, he pressed his head to his palms. This action caused some of the papers resting against him to crinkle, and the red haired man grimaced at the sound.
I am so sorry, Amy. I don't know what's been going on with me lately. He felt idiotic. Every day, picking up the mail before it got to the door, and ripping it up before Amy ever found out about it.
It's so stupid... Why... Sliding his hands up to the roots of his hair, he tugged on the red strands gently. Well... Amy is probably waiting for me... Sighing, he stood up and turned around to look at the paper-littered bench. It wasn't windy at all, leaving them all in the position they had fallen. Jin took a deep breath before he began picking them up, eyes flickering over their contents as he piled them up again.
When is you're next conccert? I'm soooo gonna be there :D:D:D ... Back into the pile.
... and your hair is amazing! Is it naturally like that? I'd love... ... Back into the pile.
You're so gorgeous~ I wish my girlfriend was... A wince. Back in the pile.
So wish you preformed in Ellia more... I missed the last concert and I was thinking... Back in the pile.
And I really think I could be good for you~ So wanna run away together~?
Jin stopped entirely, looking over the contents of the ripped letter once more. Gritting his teeth, the Rama gripped the edges tightly. He ripped it again, then again. Again, and again, and again, and again. Over and over until there was hardly anything left of it to cram into his pocket along with the other letters. His heart was beating quickly, fuelling the fear that was beginning to feel in his chest.
... Why did I... There was no point in questioning it over and over. Sighing, Jin forced a smile onto his face before he pushed open the door to his and Amy's home. The home Amy and I built together. The was calming: by the time he heard Amy's singing floating out of the kitchen the smile on his face had faded into a genuine one.
"Took you long enough~!" She scolded with a smile to match his own, "I had to get all the spices from the high cupboard myself!"
"Says the girl who's the same height as me." He joked, leaning over the island counter to watch as she cut a tomato.
"Oh, shush, you~" Amy giggled. She did that a lot. Jin didn't mind: It only added to the lovely lilting tone she had in her voice that he loved so much. "You're so gorgeous~" ...
"So, what are you cooking?" He asked hastily, focusing on her pink hair. It was tied up like it had been when she was a dancer, and it swayed back and forth with her every motion. "Your hair is amazing!" ...
"Hm? Oh! Pasta salad! Some peppers, some olives, some spices~!" Jin blinked, a look of dread crossing his face.
"Wait, olives?"
"I took out the pimentos~ I know you at least that well, Jinny~" He let out a sigh of relief and walked around the counter to give her a hug as she tossed the small chunks of tomato into the large pink bowl with the other ingredients. Reaching over her shoulder, he grabbed a bowtie and popped it in his mouth.
"Hey!" Hitting his hand with the spatula, Amy turned to shoo him away.
"Did I ever tell you you're an amazing cook?"
"Well, it's been three years since the Grand Chase was separated... I've had a lot of time to practice..." A silence filled the kitchen as both of them reflected back. Finally Amy returned to cooking, and Jin moved back to the island counter.
"It really has been a long time, hasn't it?" He murmured quietly, "When was the last time we heard from any of them?" Amy pressed her knuckle to her lip as her eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"I think... Ronan. He sent a Christmas card, didn't he?" Thinking back, Jin nodded.
"We should probably send everyone a letter soon. It would be pretty nice to have a reunion after so long." Amy clapped her hands together, and an excited gasp escaped her mouth.
"Yeah! That would be so fun~! And we'd get to see what happened with everyone~ How much do you wanna bet Elesis has finally given in and accepted Ronan's courting?" She giggled. Jin let out a quiet laugh.
"Well, depending on how persistent Ronan was, pretty likely." He admitted. Amy's rosy chestnut eyes were glittering, as they often did when she got an idea.
"We have been pretty busy lately, with all the shows and working with the new Silver Knights. I'm surprised we even got this month off~ The reunion should be some time soon, but... we certainly couldn't have it next week, because..." She paused for a moment, looking at the floor contemplatively.
"Jinny, may I go out alone tomorrow~?" She was smiling again, and she turned around to look at the spices she had next to the pasta bowl. Jin's eyes widened, and he tightened his grip on the edge of the counter. "So wanna run away together~?"
"Sure, why?" He questioned, leaning against the counter heavily. His gaze was down at his pocket, his mouth pulled in a tight line he was grateful Amy hadn't turned around to see. "So wanna run away together~?" ... Don't even.. think that, Jin.
"It's a secret~!" She hummed, "No spoiling~" The red haired man closed his eyes tightly, trying to contain his thoughts.
"Y-Yeah. When are you going to get home?" He forced his hands away from the edge of the counter, pressing them against the smooth marble top. "So wanna run away together~?" ...
"Hm... Not sure~ I might be pretty late, but if I am don't come look for me, okay~?" She requested, stirring the pasta. Jin's hands reached further back on the counter, and he was surprised when one hit the base of a familiar wooden block.
"After all, I need to-" So wanna run away together~? Wanna run away? Wanna run away? Wannarunaway? Runawayrunawayrunawayrunaway-
"Amy?" The girl let go out of the bowl to turn around and face Jin, a curious look on her face.
"Ye-" In that instant the martial artist drew a knife from the block, thrusting it forward and deep into Amy's chest. Her hazel eye began shaking in confusion and fear, and her mouth formed noiseless words as she stared at him.
"I love you, Amy." Jin smiled, withdrawing the knife and leaving the knife on the counter as he pulled her into a hug. She was limp, and he had to hold her up. It didn't seem to affect Jin in the least: he instead pulled out her pony tails out and ran his hand through her long, rose locks.
"I love you more than they do... More than any of them." Amy didn't respond. He found a slight disappointment in that: he loved the sound of her voice.
"And I'm going to protect you, better than any of them would. This way, it's just a little easier for us to be together, all right?" There was still no response. He began kneeling down, and soon he was sitting on the ground with Amy's head in his lap. He straightened out her dress and placed her hands on her stomach, looking at her hazed-over eyes contemplatively. As almost an after thought he reached into his pocket and threw the scrap pieces of paper across the floor, staring at them resentfully before returning his gaze to the starlet.
"I... want to hear you sing." He murmured. He could have sworn he saw her mouth twitch at that point, and he smiled.
"Take as long as you need to start." Looking over her again, he frowned.
"Oh... I messed up your dress." The bright crimson of her blood was beginning to seep out and taint the fabric. Red... He thought fondly, my colour. She looks beautiful in it. Her cheeks were rosy, and he stroked them idly. Several minutes passed before he began lightly humming along with silent singing, grabbing a hand of the dancer's to hold tightly in his own.
"Master Jin! You're late!" A little boy called from the front porch of the beautiful home. When there was no reply he turned to his two friends, frowning.
"What now? Master Jin's never late... It was his first day back from vacation, too!" The other two paused before one grabbed the other's hand and began whispering furiously. This was followed by a chorus of giggles.
"Maybe he's busy with Miss Amy~!" The first boy rolled his eyes, a blush covering his cheeks.
"Seriously... I'm gonna go in and check." The other children fell silent, clearly curious. They moved over to sit on the bench swing, staring intently as the first boy pushed open the door.
As soon as he did he almost closed it again, and he crumpled his face in repulsion to the smell that came wafting out.
"Eewwwwww! It smells so bad in there..." He complained, forcing himself to enter the hall anyway. He followed the scent to another door in the hallway: one that was partially cracked. The smell magnified greatly when he pushed open the door, and the boy let out a scream of horror at the scene of his master and Amy lying on the ground. Their mouths were both slightly open, in what could be easily mistaken as a last groan of fear before their deaths. Others would be more inclined to think of it as the last note in the last line of one final song.
A/N: Jin's reason for stabbing Amy isn't really supposed to be logical, don't think on it too much xD A bit more will be explained later o3o I'm also sorry if these seem to move a bit fast, it's difficult to cram a scenario for death into a short chapter~ Thanks for reading!
-Utsuro