Over the hills, a great way off…
A door opens and closes…
The wind shall blow my top-knot off…
"Ah, Joker! Feeling better, I presume?" Joker looks down at the man who had caused him so much torment- his Father, Baron Kelvin. Joker smiles.
"Hmph, yes! As a matter of fact, I feel wonderful, all thanks to you… Father…" Baron Kelvin grins.
"So then, are you prepared for the final task?" Joker frowns slightly.
"Final… task?" The Baron wheels over to Joker and hands him a picture. Joker looks at it.
"Ciel…"
"Phantomhive?"
"HUH!"
You immediately wake up. You shield your eyes from the sun gleaming through the pipe. Horse carriages are heard above you. You sigh upon realizing it is morning.
"Damn… I only have… one night to return to the circus… CUGH!" You close your eyes, feeling a bruise on your side from falling. You look down the sewage pipe. "I shouldn't leave until nighttime… I can get some rest that way… and Joker, God! I hope he can wait… for me..."
"This…"
"Hm?"
"This boy…" Joker looks up. "It's Smile, isn't it?!"
"He, he… yes…" Joker looks down again, dropping the picture on the ground.
"It… can't be…"
"Now, now, Joker, you knew this would happen eventually…"
"B-But… he…"
"This precious little boy of mine was moving his grubby hands through your things… you came to inquire about it, gave me a description…"
"So what! I didn't expect him to be… Ciel… Phantomhive…"
"Ha, ha, ha! Well then, learn to except it! We have preparations to uphold!"
"You mean…"
"Yes… tell Doc to inform the others… that Ciel Phantomhive will be our guest tonight! Ha, ha! Oh… and have him tell them… they need to move stealthy if they want to make it to his manor in time!" Joker glances out the window, placing his arm over his chest.
"Yes, Father…"
"Please… be safe… make it… in time…"
Joker clenches a pin in his hand, the very same pin he removed from your hair many days past. He bows.
"Understood…"
It is night. You slowly open your eyes. Drops of water are heard throughout the sewage pipe. You stand up, feeling very stiff in the cold. You cross your arms, and look down. Wind blows your gown to and fro very gently.
"Joker… I have… t-to go… now…" You turn right, and walk down the sewage pipe. A few rats scurry about your feet. You look down at them for just a slight second, and continue on. You walk for about an hour, until you hear voices in the distance. You stop and look up.
"Voices?"
You follow the same path until you reach the end of the pipe. You take a step down, landing directly on top of a ventilator. You pry it open, and jump inside. You crawl in the small ventilator, following the much less faint voices from before.
"Baron Kelvin…"
"Sebastian…"
"Smile."
You freeze.
"That voice!"
You crawl closer to the end of the ventilator, when, suddenly…
BANG!
Your heart pounds quickly.
"Gun… shot?"
You reach the end of the ventilator and look down. You cannot exactly make out everything, except for just… one...
Person…
You feel like screaming, but you cannot. You feel like dying, but you cannot. Your hearts pounds, and pounds, and pounds. You collapse to the ground, trying hard not to faint. You want to keep yourself together… you have to. He lies on the floor, seemingly motionless, blood seeping from his left arms. And yet…
He smiles.
And he laughs.
Your eyes open wide. Some more voices are heard, but you cannot distinguish them. Until you see a fire rage and roar in the mist of this tragedy, do you fling open the ventilation cover, and immediately run to his side. There is no one else around, and the fire burns endlessly, endlessly… in your mist…
You kneel down next to him, and hold his head in your hands. He looks up at you and smiles. Tears roll from his eyes onto his cheeks, smearing his makeup. Several droplets fall on your arms. Some from your eyes fall on his head.
"Effortless… so… effortless…", he whispers, using every last bit of energy he has to speak. You lean your head closer to his, as his tone becomes softer and content. "I… did this all…"
You nod.
"Yes… for your Family…"
Joker shakes his head, smiling happily. You move your ear next to his mouth, certain to hear his response.
"For… you…"
Joker's head starts to fall. Memories, brought back in his mind, lead him unconscious.
"Tom, he was… a piper's son… he… learnt to play when he was young… but the only song that he could play… was…"
Joker slowly… softly… closes his eyes… smiling… ever more… happy... and content…
His head drops in your hands. You cry uncontrollably, holding his body tenderly in your arms…
Joker… the first and only person I ever… befriended… loved… and knew… we met as children… reunited ever more unchanged… and at last… again together... departed from this wretched world, assured our destination would be… "Over the Hills and Far Away"…
Amidst the violent flames… both you and he…
Turn to ash…