Post by Solka on Jan 12, 2008 10:57:45 GMT -5
Note: I'm starting a new one because I wanted a crack one and an angsty/more serious one. So, both will do. :3
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She stood there, unwavering, her black hair whipped by the unforgiving wind. Tears strolled down her face like streams, as she looked down on her cousin's grave. Memories of gunshots and swords striking down still flashed in the back of her mind. She didn't want to remember it all, but everything came rushing back, like the memory dumps she was so used to. Finally, she fell down on her knees, hugged herself and started sobbing uncontrollably. The images of the brown haired boy she cared about so much, cut up and with holes blown through his body came back every other sob. Finally, after some good ten minutes of crying, she calmed down and looked up at the name carved on the tombstone, "Dave Callahan, beloved son and friend". Crouching down still, she touched the carving softly.
"I'll miss you..." She said, licking her tears off her lips. Soon after, she heard a few footsteps. As she jerked her head around to see who was approaching her, she saw the blonde haired man she was used to seeing. Quickly, her body switched to a white haired boy, dressed all white.
"What is it?" Near frowned and looked up at him.
"Nothin'. Just wondering what you're doing here." Mello said, biting off a bit of the chocolate he always carried around.
"Mourning. What else does someone do in a graveyard?" Near's tone was aggressive and the little patience could be noted in his voice. He looked back at the tombstone. "Have you..." He started, hesitating slightly. "Have you ever lost someone close to you?" Near could hear Mello's licking of the chocolate stop, and he felt his gaze digging deep into the back of his neck.
"Not yet." The answer was swift and short. Lies, Near knew. They had both grown up in an orphanage. How could Mello never have lost someone dear to him?
"Alright then," Near got up, as straight as he was going to go. "I'm leaving." He walked past Mello with his hands in his pockets, his head hanging low.
"You know, you might want to say a small prayer or something." Mello said, looking down on Dave's grave and fiddling with his rosary. "I don't care much for religion." Near answered, stopping in his tracks. He didn't look back, however.
"I don't either, Nate." Mello frowned and whirled around. Near flinched at his real name being mentioned. It wasn't ever said anymore. Near's breathing started to pace up as he tried to control his crying again.
"But Dave did. Didn't he?" Mello asked, staring at Near.
"Yes, he did. But it doesn't matter anymore. He's gone." Near looked up at the bright blue sky, and swept his hair off his face. "It doesn't matter..." He resumed walking and creaked the door of the graveyard open, looking back at the blonde man who was still looking at him from Dave's grave. Near shouted, "Thanks."
Mello smiled. He knew thank yous didn't come easily for Near. His form changed and an albino man stood there instead of the blonde man of before. He turned around and crouched down, resting the chocolate in his hand on the grave. "We'll miss you, buddy." Haine left the graveyard behind Near, looking up at the sky every step he took.
Only the Dead can bring the Living together. Neverending cycle.
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She stood there, unwavering, her black hair whipped by the unforgiving wind. Tears strolled down her face like streams, as she looked down on her cousin's grave. Memories of gunshots and swords striking down still flashed in the back of her mind. She didn't want to remember it all, but everything came rushing back, like the memory dumps she was so used to. Finally, she fell down on her knees, hugged herself and started sobbing uncontrollably. The images of the brown haired boy she cared about so much, cut up and with holes blown through his body came back every other sob. Finally, after some good ten minutes of crying, she calmed down and looked up at the name carved on the tombstone, "Dave Callahan, beloved son and friend". Crouching down still, she touched the carving softly.
"I'll miss you..." She said, licking her tears off her lips. Soon after, she heard a few footsteps. As she jerked her head around to see who was approaching her, she saw the blonde haired man she was used to seeing. Quickly, her body switched to a white haired boy, dressed all white.
"What is it?" Near frowned and looked up at him.
"Nothin'. Just wondering what you're doing here." Mello said, biting off a bit of the chocolate he always carried around.
"Mourning. What else does someone do in a graveyard?" Near's tone was aggressive and the little patience could be noted in his voice. He looked back at the tombstone. "Have you..." He started, hesitating slightly. "Have you ever lost someone close to you?" Near could hear Mello's licking of the chocolate stop, and he felt his gaze digging deep into the back of his neck.
"Not yet." The answer was swift and short. Lies, Near knew. They had both grown up in an orphanage. How could Mello never have lost someone dear to him?
"Alright then," Near got up, as straight as he was going to go. "I'm leaving." He walked past Mello with his hands in his pockets, his head hanging low.
"You know, you might want to say a small prayer or something." Mello said, looking down on Dave's grave and fiddling with his rosary. "I don't care much for religion." Near answered, stopping in his tracks. He didn't look back, however.
"I don't either, Nate." Mello frowned and whirled around. Near flinched at his real name being mentioned. It wasn't ever said anymore. Near's breathing started to pace up as he tried to control his crying again.
"But Dave did. Didn't he?" Mello asked, staring at Near.
"Yes, he did. But it doesn't matter anymore. He's gone." Near looked up at the bright blue sky, and swept his hair off his face. "It doesn't matter..." He resumed walking and creaked the door of the graveyard open, looking back at the blonde man who was still looking at him from Dave's grave. Near shouted, "Thanks."
Mello smiled. He knew thank yous didn't come easily for Near. His form changed and an albino man stood there instead of the blonde man of before. He turned around and crouched down, resting the chocolate in his hand on the grave. "We'll miss you, buddy." Haine left the graveyard behind Near, looking up at the sky every step he took.
Only the Dead can bring the Living together. Neverending cycle.