Whispers in the night

The sun makes me happy. When their ray touches my skin, I am filled with new hope. It warms my wounded heart. What is there to live for now? When there is no sunrise anymore…

Kurogane looked at the magician lying lifeless on the ground. The sunrays danced upon him, as if they wanted him to wake up from a deep sleep. The magician's blond hair moving slightly in the wind as always. There was no chance in the world. There was no hope, that Kurogane would ever see Fay smile again. Hear his voice calling him stupid names; hear him meowing when he was drunk. There was no more Fay in this world. Then he heard footsteps behind him. He froze. Slowly he turned around and saw Sakura running towards him. It was too late to hide.

Her eyes met his blade first. A blood splattered blade. Dark red crimson stains covered it like paint. The blood of the wizard still travelling down the ninja's sword. Where the blade met the ground there was a pool of red. Sakura didn't seem to understand, a confused look met Kuroganes. Then she looked down.

Her eyes travelled from Kuroganes sad eyes to the shape of a man at his feet. She recognized the tall lanky man at once. The smile was gone, but still she could see it was him laying there like a rag doll, his face against the ground. She ran towards Fay, tears covering her eyes. She knelt beside the lifeless body and wept. Then she reached out for the magician's head, but Kurogane stopped her. He did not want the princess to see his face. Not yet. Sakura looked at the ninja. The blood on the sword, Fay not moving anymore. Everything said that the man standing in front of her with the stained sword had taken Fay's life. However, she did not care. The ninja's eyes spoke words of sadness. She hugged him. She hugged the one that had removed the magician from this world.

Kurogane slowly lifted the magician from the ground. He was so light, there was no weight. The magician's head slumped lifeless when it was removed from the ground. His mouth open, his only eye staring blankly upwards. The ninja could not hold back anymore. Tears dripped down his face like rivers. He knees shook, and he fell to the ground shaking. He held Fay's head in his hands crying. He was glad the princess was not there to see.

Sobbing over Fay's dead body, Kurogane knew. He knew that he had loved this man. That he had cared for him more than any other person in the world. He knew Fay was his mort precious person. The ninja closed Fay's eye with his hand while drawing him closer to himself, the cold body sending a wave of sorrow through him. Then he said with a weak and fragile voice. With words of grief. Words spoken from his very heart:

"I thought you cared for me as well."

The night was young and so was the grief in the ninja's heart. The magician lay meters under the ground, buried by the ninja. On top of the newly dug grave, there were flowers. Pure white Sakura blossoms. The leafs of the flowers danced in the wind and spread itself around the hill. The silent was broken by sobs and crying. Sakura wept in Syaorans arms, and Mokona wept as well. The ninja's face covered in tears. He had given up his attempts of hiding his feelings. His hand had tried dry away the tears, but for no use. And he knew that he shouldn't care. It was a night that spoke of sadness. Spoke with grief. Kurogane whispered:

"I hope you are not afraid anymore." The whisper in the night flew away on the breeze. Carrying the message far away…