He came apart with nothing but a sigh.

Watching, Rem had thought how odd it was. Humans often die with a scream or a despairing look on their face, writhing or crying, or even gurgling, if they were cut apart; at least, that has been her experience. But then, the Death Note affords some very creative ways to kill and such methods can hardly be called natural death.

But humans, without fail, bleed if they come apart. Crimson, odd-smelling red blood that gushes from their veins and coated whatever they were near. How inefficient.

All that remains now of Gelus was some coppery dust and sand on the dirt of the Shinigami Realm. He had been a friend to her, and a kind little creature- influencing her positively and teaching her how to feel again without even knowing he was doing such a thing.

Sometimes Rem sleeps now and she dreams once in a while. Although she's not supposed to she gets tired and closes her eyes and when she opens them all she can remember is a flash of bright gold hair and a sparkling copper dust. It haunts her, because the two people she cares about most are lost to her. Misa is in captivity, and her memories are lost, and she won't be able to see Rem unless somehow a piece of the Death Note that the ugly Higuchi now posses finds its way to her skin. Even still, Rem can watch her and make sure nothing too bad happens. But Gelus-

Coppery dust and shining sand. There is no way to bring a Shinigami back to life, any more than there's a way to bring a human back. Less, maybe, because if you want to get technical Shinigami do not have souls, so there's no way to recall them from whatever dank, mildewy prison your religion believes exists- not even the bright, glittering, totally hollow promise of false hope. And there was never a need before because Shinigami were never really friends, but Rem finds herself missing the simplicity and childish insight of the small, patched apparition.

She remembers the oddest things now. Scenes come flying by; Gelus being laughed at in raucous, harsh voices by the other Shinigami, the look in his eyes that signified he actually felt it- a rarity because opinions are usually scored.

Warmth, a little bit of light, in a cold, dark world that was and is still the stuff of nightmares the ones they watch.

That small, melancholy, tired sigh that emitted from those stitched lips.

When Rem dies, the last thing she sees is a flash of bright gold hair and a gentle shower of copper dust.

So. Uh. Another of Bialy's prompts in action, sort of. I still need to write Linda and Rester. But Rem came to my pen...keyboard...whatever. Copper. But, but, it was supposed to be a drabble, only when I came up to check it was already at 144 and I wasn't half-done with all I wanted to say. So I figgered screw it and wrote this. Still short. I need to practice writing longer things, but I'd kill you all, ha.
Uh, I love Gelus. I'd just like to make that clear again. I also love Sidoh. Heheheh. Plot bunny. -hits self over the head-