a/n: Ugh. I'm going to Nevada for vaction. . . I'm happy and all but the only problem is. . .I don't think my family has a computer. Which means. RARE updates (if they DON'T have computer) and vise versa. I only got till July 7th and then I'm gone. . .For one whole damn month XD You know what breaks my heart the most, no more Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro reading for me. And it was getting so damn good. I'm gonna miss reading the manga. And also. . .also. . .-cries unctrollably- NO YAOI FOR ONE MONTH! Dude, when you get hooked onto that it's like drugs O.o You just can't stop reading/watching. . .I need my freakin' yaoi man. . .Junjou Romantica and Monochrome factor will be no more. . .OH GAWD! NO ANIME! I mean, I can last, but I need it at least 2/3 times a month. . .Anyway. Aside from my babling, here is an epilouge that I seriously forced myself to write. I even slapped my own head to keep thinking. Well, thanks for your votes! Aprricate em'. LOL. Only one person voted to keep it the same. I even agree with the person.
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A Little Piece Of Life
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Epilouge: The Remembrance
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"Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?"
-Richard Bach-
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" Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so."
-David Grayson-
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Life was always full of surprises in the distant array of mental breakdown—a turn oil of emotions that go hazardous, every once in a while there were those good days where everything was calm and collected to a certain blond. How man years have passed when his first love left him without any intentions of coming back? Not a letter nor a card, not a call or even a fax. As those years went by; slowly—he became distant to others being the head boss of the CEO companies, there was no time to fool around or make friends. Yes, he still has his friends, he still had those days off where he and Micchi would just go to a bar and in every rare occasion, a rave. Or his other friend, Jin, who he finally got along with. The singer became famous, so famous that the paparazzi caught a picture of both them, laughing near one of the local benches on a very late time of day. Heck, they even believed the singer was turning bi-sexual or straight from all the pictures recovered of them being together.
"Sir, more paperwork that needs to be signed."
The large pile of neat papers was plopped on his desk; it was a large pile which meant he would be wasting even more time than he usually did. "Thanks." Kazune banged his forehead on the solid oak desk, hoping it would get him into any sort of situation to end up in the hospital than this hell hole. Hell hole. That word reminded him of those servants that use to work under every single command, the blond chuckled to remember how ignorant everything was back then. How ignorant he was. Back when he was just a sadistic teenager that whipped people for the hell of it. Their screams were a pure delight before—now they are just nightmares. Nightmares; horrible dreams that reminded him the awful past of everything. At least everyone has there own freedom now.
"Zu, can't even manage staying awake? Aw. Too bad. There is a closet in here you know, you can always just go hide there."
His large blue orbs peered at the intruder interrupting his moment of silence and recollecting the memories. Before he threw a fit, he held in his laughter to look at Jin with a red ruffled dress over a black jean jacket, "Care to state the reason why your wearing a dress? Oh, hells no. Jin, no! I told you, don't become transvestite!"
"Screw. You. I was forced."
Kazune shifted his attention towards to the glass windows where one can see the city view of everything including the large oceanic water, "Says the one wearing mascara and lip gloss. Go away before you frighten me anymore or I'll have to call security to properly escort you out."
"I. Was. Forced. Dammit! Last time I was 'escorted', one of your little workers girls pushed me in a homeless people alleyway!" The ebony haired even did the air quotes, "It's not even an escort! More like, when push comes to shove-"
"-Get Jin Kuga to get the hell out of here." The blond ended the sentence. An intimidating women grabbed the boy's wrist, dragging him to who knows where. Thanks, Jin. Some how it's creepy when you come in the right time. . .almost scary. . .
"ZU! I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME!"
Guess that nickname is an eternal thing for him now? Eh. Screw the paperwork. I'm going home.
The thin blond sat up from his leather seat, another day of work passed without a single bite this whole day. As he forced his weary legs to walk on command, they just failed him. Food. I want some damn food. Even a treat will do. As he exit the building, he found Jin grinning at him with a half bitten cookie in hand, "Zu! Come out early? Wait. Why are looking at me that way? Hey, Zu. Stop drooling, it's rude. No, back away from me! It's my damn cookie! Get your own, the homeless people were nice enough to give me one!"
F e w m o m e n t s l a t e r.
"Holy hell, I've never seen a child go so far to threaten me with a straw. I'm never underestimating a straw, ever. . .God damn, I'm still in pain."
Kazune ate the last bit of the treat, savoring every single chocolate chip. When it was gone, his normal look of anger or disapointment—or hell, of anything—came back, "I'm not a child anymore, I'm twenty-four."
"Amazing how you still haven't changed, Brat. The idea is beyond me since I shouldn't even have a reason to—but! Let me treat you something to eat. When was the last time you ate? Second thought—what was the last thing you ate besides my cookie."
Kazune put a thumb on his chin, his eyes were shut closed thinking really hard. "I have no clue. I barely have enough time for myself at home. I don't trust the companies food. I don't have anyone to cook for me. Last time I checked my fridge. . .it was empty. . .It only had a an empty bottle of apple sauce and only one slice of pizza."
". . .When did you eat again. . .?"
"Four days ago."
Slap.
On the head.
"Screw the treat. Your going to a buffet, Zu."
When the boy wasn't looking, Kazune made a quick run home. Sure, he was a serious guy who could be pretty much be labeled 'dull.' He had his moments of cheeryness but there were two thing he couldn't stand as he grew up, one; let people worry about him. Two; let others waste their money on his expense. He dashed inside the elevator to take a breather. "I'm a boss, I earn a large amount of money. I can take care of myself."
"Yet, you are too lazy to run by the supermarket to get a decent meal." Argued his little voice; his conscious.
"Damn straight." Said blond growled.
It was the seventh floor, his door was a like the rest, with all that money he gets he uses it—not to buy a house but a nice room at a condominium, it was expensive for most people but for him it was nothing. Kazune went into the kitchen and gave a exaggeratted sigh when he took a glance at his refrigerator. "Nothing." The blond threw his body on the couch, flipping through the channels to relieve his boredom. There was a knock at the door which he ignored. Then there was another knock and he still ignored. "How fascinating, burning corpses. Next."
"ZU! OPENING YOUR FUCKING DOOR! I KNOW YOUR IN THERE!"
Kazune yawned, turning off the television. The day was tiring enough having to deal with an obnxious friend so the only thing left to do was to sleep while still ignoring the roaring cries of a certain black hair. The boy walked up the spirlaing stairs and kept walking until he reached his bedroom; his sanctuary. He didn't care about his dirty clothes, he just dropped dead on his bed. Waiting for the darkness to indulge him into hopefully sweet dreams.
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It was the dark abyss of nothingness. His surroundings were black, the floor was black, the sky was black, everything; black. The blond sat in the center of all the darkness where he hugged his knees, there wasn't any sound when he sighed, there was no sound when his feet were tapping on one another. He was not afraid of the darkness, oh no, he loved it since he always felt like an empty hole in his heart growing bigger and bigger, there once was there a light shining on the grown adult. His azure eyes peered around the nothingness, expecting nothing but nothingness. He face beamed when he saw a little tint of white. White light? It grew bigger when he crept closer, the light was warm, it sent a fuzzy feeling of protection. Comparing when he drew back his hand away from the light that he now noticed how cold darkness really was.
Cold. Empty. Darkness.
He snapped out of reverie to notice the bright light distanced further away from him. It was barely visible but there was a figure in the bright light, its' dirty blond hair reached up to her waist, the curly locks looked rather wavy as the figure adjusted a yellow that covered its' face. The clothing was just a one piece, a white sun dress along with white platform boots.
It was a girl obviously. The only thing the blond could see from her face was her mouth, which was moving in a attempt to say something,
"Mail.
Look.
Me.
Find.
Go.
Kazune.
At.
The."
The words came in mixed-up pieces, and at that. She disappeared.
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The blond shot up from his bed, his body was drenched in sweat, he placed a hand on his forehead to recover those words from his dream. The mail! Regarding the bed, he kicked off the sheets which made an even worse mess than before. He buttoned the unbuttoned little snitches that took a few seconds of his life to close up. Kazune slipped on his sneakers, not caring if they were the right match or anything at all. He quickly rushed downstairs, grabbed the keys on the corner of the desk.
"Zu? How do you want your eggs? Zu! Where are you going now?!"
I'll ask him how he got inside here later.
Since there was no need to lock the door since Jin was cooking up in the kitchen, he left the door as is. When he ran at the other end of the hall, he pressed the button once. Which turned out to be twice. His patience grew thin as he tried one last time, This elevator is a bitch! Having no more time to waste, Kazune ran down the seven flights of stairs where everyone eyed him as if he was insane. Which he probably is now. The blond pushed his way between the people, his mailbox was filled with investments, marriage interviews, bills, and vise versa.
Junk. Junk. Junk. Jun--no. . .
A single yellow envelope with no return address caught his eye, he stuffed back the rest in the small mailbox. First, his blue orbs examined the envelope to make sure and for safety. He flipped it to the back where a single embroidery of the letter 'K' in gold was stuck on the middle. Kazune gulped as he ripped the side, leaving the letter perfectly undamaged. He opened the white piece of paper:
"How long was it?
Has those years really went by like a breeze?
I don't ask for forgiveness.
I don't expect it.
Might I say, may we make up the time?
The time I've lost is growing thin.
Yes, yes. I'm not dying. Do not worry.
Awkward this is, but I do believe I made a promise.
A promise to myself that I in trusted to myself.
Remember that one saying I said?
'Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point.'
I've seen my wrongs. Now at least.
The heart has its reasons which reason does not know.
Is what it means if you probably don't know. If you can understand why I told you that long ago.
Congrats to you.
Now, this is concludes my small letter. Now I hope you fold this little letter, put it in your pocket.
Oh, one final thing I have to say:
See the light 'cause I'm waiting outside."
Hence, he stuffed the paper in his back pocket, just like the letter told him. He ran out of the entrance of the large building, looking left and right. When he diverted his attention straight forward, the brunette, Michiru stood beside the same girl who was in his dream not to long ago. The brunette only waved and left at that.
The wind blew strong, sending the girls' hat flying.
He saw her face. Her large emerald orbs. Nothing was left to say but just one word, "Karin. . ."
The sun was setting but the light was still bright. The girl only smile, the same smile she always had, "Been so long. Wouldn't you agree?" The smile she had turned to a big, cheeky grin, "Right, Kazune?"
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You guess what happens next. Imagination :O
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Whew! Now I'm seriously done with this! HUZZAH! I feel so accomplished x3
Please no question to like: "where was she?" or "did Jin stay in that outfit the whole time?"
Etc.
I couldn't really made this fluffy since I couldn't do much with this at all. . .I don't know why I choose Jin to appear more than Micchi. Micchi obviously fit the role more, but I was like, naaah! At least he did appear, for a few seconds. . .Why he was with her? I think it's obvious. In short-found her, took her to where Kazune lived, and blah, blah, blah.
Review. Cuz I know some people wanted an epilouge. . . Please don't bug me about grammar. I was in a rush today. I DO have to seriously start packing now x.x
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