Ch 30: Angel

July 24th 2010. It has been a year since that faithful day in Kamakura city as the inhabitants not just of Japan but of many countries north, south, east and west. They stand there on this sunny clear day in a large green field away from the city. A long line of tombstones are laid in synchronized order and yet the atmosphere is not completely sad. It is respect. The respect to all those, human and Diclonius who died in this war.

One of them stands at the far right of the field whom people look at. Blue flowers are placed on the stone top of the tomb as a name is placed on their. Neatly carved into the stone tablet that rests at the bottom of it.

'Upon this tomb lies a man who fought not for himself but for everyone.

A tiresome battle that he fought until the very end and it is believed

That he fought not to kill in the end, but to change the world around him.

He died a human, and we hope that these blue petals bring back the love and hope

That he has perhaps always desired and wished to attain in this once hell torn world.'

"Jericho"

A certain pinked hair girl looks at the name below. She can't help but smile and place a tender finger on the side of her head which lacked a horn. The other one had reverted back to its normal size after the ordeal that year ago. She was surrounded by no less than a 20 thousand people, the closest ones being Kouta and Lucy. Diclonius all around her bowed their heads in respect.

There was another tombstone which Celia had personally asked to be constructed. It was a small one with a golden reef wrapped around the top. The epitaph on this one read as following:

'A friend to many and a sister to those closest to her.

Able to see the difference in others she was more than human/

She was a person with a heart and soul and well being

She was good to the very end'

"Kuzumi Mayu"

Nana smiled as she read the tomb and looked at the name. The tears that came down her face were ones of joy.

But the most fabulous was a massive stone wall that stretched 3 meters in the air and over 120 meters across from side to side. The names were not carved on it. Instead people had begun to write the names of the lost on there. Diclonius wrote on it and humans wrote on it. They wrote in a thin un-erasable marker that would last for many years. The names placed on their by loved ones. A sight truly inspiring.

"Excuse me." Celia said to Kouta and Lucy who nodded. She went to the long tomb, reading each name carefully. Most had put the names down which left little room to write anything else. There was one name that Celia had not seen though. She waited…but nobody wrote it down. For a moment she was unsure if this was the right thing to do. She nearly refused but then she came to a thought of her own. To deny this action would be to agree with The Voice who once haunted her and so many others.

She took the marker and at the very end at the very bottom of the left side of the bomb…she wrote a name. A name she did not have to like, or care for, but everyone, good and bad deserved to have their name told. This tomb was not for the good, it was for everyone. Everyone who lost their lives deserved to be on it. Even him.

She stepped back, reading the name.

"Kakuzawa Torino"

Satisfied, she returned back to Kouta and Lucy along with Nana who returned from Mayu's tomb. She stood as everyone left, giving her thanks to all that had come, Diclonius and human. She felt an overwhelming satisfaction as some of them grasped her hand and shook it with love and support. The smile never left her face. She left with Lucy, Kouta and Nana.

A mother…a father…a sister. A family.

Queen of the Diclonius race. A girl who had been through hell and back and finally she thought she knew just what Heaven was now. It more than good. It was great. She knew that there would be trouble along the way. She could almost sense the trouble brewing up in the near future. But for now, people were happy.

Happy?

She thought about that word. The Voice had never known happiness. The Voice had only known death and destruction. It could not fathom the possibility that there was an emotion stronger than it. It had lost itself and was destroyed by her choice.

Choice. That was it.

Everyone had a choice. To do right and wrong and make their own decision.

Celia left with a smile on her face as she rested her head on the pillow in Maple Inn. Her eyes closed and soon she drifted off to sleep.

Her dreams were beautiful.

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Author's note: Well there we go. This is the ending of "Differences" I've hope you all have enjoyed reading it. I've certainly enjoyed writing it. For now I'm not sure what I'll be doing next, sequel, prequel, something completely different. Who knows!

Thanks for reading.