My life is sung, I bow and turn to leave
He stood in the doorway of the church listening to the sister speak. He knew she didn't think he listened, but the truth was he heard almost every sermon. "You always come in secret." This was the closest she would come to accusing him of anything. "It's troubling. You should come earlier and listen to the gospel."
He did his best to look up, but he carefully avoided looking at her face. Even with everything he had done he couldn't quite manage to lie to her while looking directly into her very open eyes. "That's not like me." He stood pulling the wad of money out of his coat pocket. " He couldn't help but notice her slight flinch. "Don't say a word, just take it." She sighed taking it as she always did. "Thank you." At least in this he could leave behind something besides death.
"I should be the one to thank you. If you hadn't come, those children would've probably died of hunger or illness by winter. You saved their future." He had been watching the playground so he almost missed the shy girl holding on to the corner of the building. "What's wrong, Alice?" The sister asked. Alice blushed moving forward holding the two flowers in her hands as if they were precious gems. "You saved this child's future, take it." The sister said softly. He got down on one knee so he could see the girl's face. His simple thank you made the girl's face light up. He watched her welcomed by the other children who encouraged her after seeing her display. "May God's protection be with you." The sister's voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"It would be wasted on me." She shook her head with a slight smile repeating the phrase. He couldn't bring himself to nod, or say anything more so he turned to head back out to the street. He wasn't aware of the children watching him, and wasn't paying attention to much that was going on around him as he made his way through the cold. He hardly noticed as the snow began to softly fall around him. His mind was consumed with the sister's words. Of course she would wish him in God's favor, she didn't know what he had done. He thought she might suspect, but that was a far different thing. As he thought about her words her couldn't help his mind wandering towards Sena. The boy had thought they could stop the darkness, and had paid dearly for this hope. It was impossible of course, darkness was part of human nature, but the most important thing was to try he supposed.
He didn't spare child much more than a mere glance until he felt the sharp pain. He shouldn't have been so careless, but he then he certainly didn't plan for something so brazen to happen in daylight. He stumbled until he found something he could lean on, which turned out to be a mail drop box. He had always expected his death would be more painful, more violent. Although knowing it was a child that had done it was pain enough. It was not a far stretch of the imagination that he must have angered someone. He had been doing it for years now so it wasn't unexpected.
He waited not aware of the soft touch of snowflakes on his face. Wasn't Hell supposed to be hot? Of course some believed in ice, at least he had once heard that somewhere. His hands slipped and he swore he could hear them; Ken, Omi, Yohji laughing sitting in the sunlight somewhere that had maybe had never existed. The truck was there which was odd because they hadn't used that in a what felt like forever, but was probably closer to a little under a year. He could hear their voices more clearly than the crowds around him now, the intrusive voices of the strangers falling away as he heard Omi and Yohji talking. "When we sell all of our flowers, we can see all sorts of places. We still have a bunch of flowers in our van. but maybe soon we can go where the wind blows, and see people and places we've never seen before. On wonderful days like this, we could close the shop and rest." "Then we'd probably want a new van.The one we have is a beat up piece of crap." "Should I try to sell this one?" "No." "Aya, will you come too? Hey Aya, come with us."
"Yes, that's right, Ken, Yohji, Omi. Let's go...together." His could feel the tips of his fingers touch the ground. And then peace. While he didn't think he deserved it, he would quite selfishly take what was being given. For just a moment he could have sworn he saw a glint of red, heard German being spoken quickly, but he shut it out. It didn't matter, a part of the past that he could leave behind.
Suddenly, as if brought on by the voice, he felt a drastic change in the temperature. The heat was an unwelcome contrast to the clear, crispness of the snow. His breathing was uneven and it took most of his energy to control it through the pain.
Impossibly he could swear he heard the ocean. Even though it was sweltering he had enough of a lucid thought to keep the coat on, once he had removed the knife, and use the fabric to apply pressure. Whatever this actually was remained to be seen, but for now he found himself fighting to live, doing his best to keep pressure on the wound. It might be seen as strange, and more than a little ironic, this fighting, when just a moment ago he had welcomed death. He quickly came to the conclusion that whatever this was it seemed unlikely he was dead since his blood continued to flow, though it wasn't quite as bad now. Although, he noticed that at least for the moment he was alone. That much was at least how he expected it to be.
He leaned against something solid taking deep breaths as his vision faded in and out. What he could make out of his surroundings didn't make sense. It wasn't a city anymore. There were huts instead of sky scrappers and sand instead of the pavement of the road he had previously been walking beside. At least the sound of the ocean was explained, but it only added to his confusion.
He took advantage of this respite to glance around doing his best to begin to sort this out thankful for the solid building since it was the only thing keeping him upright. Now all he had to do was somehow piece together what had happened.
(OOC: SL/LT WELCOME! Any questions should be answered in this post in slated. Lyric in subject line from "Tokyo Sling" sung by the Weiss voice actors.)
He did his best to look up, but he carefully avoided looking at her face. Even with everything he had done he couldn't quite manage to lie to her while looking directly into her very open eyes. "That's not like me." He stood pulling the wad of money out of his coat pocket. " He couldn't help but notice her slight flinch. "Don't say a word, just take it." She sighed taking it as she always did. "Thank you." At least in this he could leave behind something besides death.
"I should be the one to thank you. If you hadn't come, those children would've probably died of hunger or illness by winter. You saved their future." He had been watching the playground so he almost missed the shy girl holding on to the corner of the building. "What's wrong, Alice?" The sister asked. Alice blushed moving forward holding the two flowers in her hands as if they were precious gems. "You saved this child's future, take it." The sister said softly. He got down on one knee so he could see the girl's face. His simple thank you made the girl's face light up. He watched her welcomed by the other children who encouraged her after seeing her display. "May God's protection be with you." The sister's voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"It would be wasted on me." She shook her head with a slight smile repeating the phrase. He couldn't bring himself to nod, or say anything more so he turned to head back out to the street. He wasn't aware of the children watching him, and wasn't paying attention to much that was going on around him as he made his way through the cold. He hardly noticed as the snow began to softly fall around him. His mind was consumed with the sister's words. Of course she would wish him in God's favor, she didn't know what he had done. He thought she might suspect, but that was a far different thing. As he thought about her words her couldn't help his mind wandering towards Sena. The boy had thought they could stop the darkness, and had paid dearly for this hope. It was impossible of course, darkness was part of human nature, but the most important thing was to try he supposed.
He didn't spare child much more than a mere glance until he felt the sharp pain. He shouldn't have been so careless, but he then he certainly didn't plan for something so brazen to happen in daylight. He stumbled until he found something he could lean on, which turned out to be a mail drop box. He had always expected his death would be more painful, more violent. Although knowing it was a child that had done it was pain enough. It was not a far stretch of the imagination that he must have angered someone. He had been doing it for years now so it wasn't unexpected.
He waited not aware of the soft touch of snowflakes on his face. Wasn't Hell supposed to be hot? Of course some believed in ice, at least he had once heard that somewhere. His hands slipped and he swore he could hear them; Ken, Omi, Yohji laughing sitting in the sunlight somewhere that had maybe had never existed. The truck was there which was odd because they hadn't used that in a what felt like forever, but was probably closer to a little under a year. He could hear their voices more clearly than the crowds around him now, the intrusive voices of the strangers falling away as he heard Omi and Yohji talking. "When we sell all of our flowers, we can see all sorts of places. We still have a bunch of flowers in our van. but maybe soon we can go where the wind blows, and see people and places we've never seen before. On wonderful days like this, we could close the shop and rest." "Then we'd probably want a new van.The one we have is a beat up piece of crap." "Should I try to sell this one?" "No." "Aya, will you come too? Hey Aya, come with us."
"Yes, that's right, Ken, Yohji, Omi. Let's go...together." His could feel the tips of his fingers touch the ground. And then peace. While he didn't think he deserved it, he would quite selfishly take what was being given. For just a moment he could have sworn he saw a glint of red, heard German being spoken quickly, but he shut it out. It didn't matter, a part of the past that he could leave behind.
Suddenly, as if brought on by the voice, he felt a drastic change in the temperature. The heat was an unwelcome contrast to the clear, crispness of the snow. His breathing was uneven and it took most of his energy to control it through the pain.
Impossibly he could swear he heard the ocean. Even though it was sweltering he had enough of a lucid thought to keep the coat on, once he had removed the knife, and use the fabric to apply pressure. Whatever this actually was remained to be seen, but for now he found himself fighting to live, doing his best to keep pressure on the wound. It might be seen as strange, and more than a little ironic, this fighting, when just a moment ago he had welcomed death. He quickly came to the conclusion that whatever this was it seemed unlikely he was dead since his blood continued to flow, though it wasn't quite as bad now. Although, he noticed that at least for the moment he was alone. That much was at least how he expected it to be.
He leaned against something solid taking deep breaths as his vision faded in and out. What he could make out of his surroundings didn't make sense. It wasn't a city anymore. There were huts instead of sky scrappers and sand instead of the pavement of the road he had previously been walking beside. At least the sound of the ocean was explained, but it only added to his confusion.
He took advantage of this respite to glance around doing his best to begin to sort this out thankful for the solid building since it was the only thing keeping him upright. Now all he had to do was somehow piece together what had happened.
(OOC: SL/LT WELCOME! Any questions should be answered in this post in slated. Lyric in subject line from "Tokyo Sling" sung by the Weiss voice actors.)