Spiral Suiri No Kizuna Fan Fiction ❯ Happiness of Those Who Believe ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: KousukeAsazuki 
Kanone finds Eyes dead in a warehouse, a note clenched in his hand, saying his last goodbye.
Anime/Manga: Spiral Suiri No Kizuna Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.04.2006 | Updated On: 02.09.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 892 | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
Kanone finds Eyes dead in a warehouse, a note clenched in his hand, saying his last goodbye.
Anime/Manga: Spiral Suiri No Kizuna Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.04.2006 | Updated On: 02.09.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 892 | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
Hello! This is my first fic on this site, and the first one I ever wrote, so please R&R!
Eyes was laying on his stomach in a rather large pool of his own blood, looking around to the best of his ability. He managed to pull out a small notepad and pen from his jacket and scribble something on it with his left hand since his right arm was conviently broken at the time. Eyes couldn't help but smile the faintest bit to himself at the great irony in all of this. "I suppose I should have payed more attention when he tried to teach me to write with my left hand. I never thought it would truly come in handy." Eyes thought to himself, "Of course I was so naive back then...I'm not as foolish now, but that's not currently helping me. You would think being one of the Blade Children, I would have gotten used to the idea of dying. When I was young I surrounded myself with death until Kanone came along, yet now sitting here realizing that I am truly about to die I'm...terrified. Maybe it's just because I'm alone. Though I've been alone my whole life, and he's been the only one to make me feel differently, but he's not here, and he's not coming to rescue me or help me; I am truly alone. Be that as it may, I don't think I would mind death as much, if he were here. I suppose I'll finally have to accept my fate. Ironic how I have thrown that word around so much yet never bothered to really contemplate my own fate, it was always our fate, the fate of the Blade Children, and yet I am the only one dying. Facing my fate alone...that is what terrifies me so much." With that finally thought Eyes Rutherford closed his brilliant piercing blue eyes, now dulled from his impending death. His hand still grasping the pen he used to write out his note to Kanone, hoping beyond reason that Kanone would find it.
As Kanone entered the warehouse where Eyes lay dead the brown haired Blade Child walked over to his old friend and gazed down at him, only the tinniest bit of sadness evident in his haunting eyes. And that sadness was not for the loss of his friend, but for the handwriting on the notepad. "I knew he never payed attention in those lessons," Kanone thought, sighing, "always complaining that he would never need them, well Eyes, my friend looks like you were wrong. Guess I won that bet." Kanone rolled Eyes over on his back and suddenly felt the urge to check for a pulse. There was none, of course he had known there wouldn't be, but that letter was only meant to reach Kanone's eyes after his friend was dead, so he felt that he had to confirm it. Looking down at the letter Kanone became even more depressed. This time the content of the letter was the reason:
I wonder, what do you suppose it means,"the happiness of those who believe". That's what it means, or rather, what it symbolizes, correct? Irises... Happiness. Belief. Do we have the right to those things? Tell me, Kanone. Do we? No, we sinners don't have those luxuries. At least we're cursed...together, right? I love you, Kanone. My angel, my deadly angel. I believe in you.
"You're deadly angel am I, Eyes?" Kanone asked the corpse, "Yes, that's right, I was the deadly one, and you...you were the fallen one. You were my fallen angel, and it looks like you have finally crashed...how sad." Kanone had pulled Eyes into his lap when he turned him over and now he looked down at his friend's face. "I always thought when you died you were supposed to look peaceful," Kanone remarked, "but you just look...lost. And alone. Well, you never used to be, Eyes, but now I'm afraid you are alone, in a world where I couldn't reach you even if I traveled to the brink of death. No I cannot protect you anymore." Kanone slowly bent down and kissed Eyes lightly on the lips, "I can't protect you, but I can still love you." As Kanone's eyes welled up with tears he smiled a little, "And I can still cry for you Eyes, so you will never have to." Kanone thought back to when he promised Eyes he could cry for him, right after his mother had passed away. "When I agreed to cry for you then, I never imagined this, though I suppose it was inevitable. But I don't mind crying for you Eyes, and I don't mind loving you." Kanone hugged his friend and held him tightly one last time before standing up and walking outside, tightly clenching the note in his hand.
Kanone took one look back to the body and looked down at the ground, "I do mind being alone, though."
Also, I have to apologize for how short this is, there are few chapters that I will write that will be this short. The next few are longer, I think..
Eyes was laying on his stomach in a rather large pool of his own blood, looking around to the best of his ability. He managed to pull out a small notepad and pen from his jacket and scribble something on it with his left hand since his right arm was conviently broken at the time. Eyes couldn't help but smile the faintest bit to himself at the great irony in all of this. "I suppose I should have payed more attention when he tried to teach me to write with my left hand. I never thought it would truly come in handy." Eyes thought to himself, "Of course I was so naive back then...I'm not as foolish now, but that's not currently helping me. You would think being one of the Blade Children, I would have gotten used to the idea of dying. When I was young I surrounded myself with death until Kanone came along, yet now sitting here realizing that I am truly about to die I'm...terrified. Maybe it's just because I'm alone. Though I've been alone my whole life, and he's been the only one to make me feel differently, but he's not here, and he's not coming to rescue me or help me; I am truly alone. Be that as it may, I don't think I would mind death as much, if he were here. I suppose I'll finally have to accept my fate. Ironic how I have thrown that word around so much yet never bothered to really contemplate my own fate, it was always our fate, the fate of the Blade Children, and yet I am the only one dying. Facing my fate alone...that is what terrifies me so much." With that finally thought Eyes Rutherford closed his brilliant piercing blue eyes, now dulled from his impending death. His hand still grasping the pen he used to write out his note to Kanone, hoping beyond reason that Kanone would find it.
As Kanone entered the warehouse where Eyes lay dead the brown haired Blade Child walked over to his old friend and gazed down at him, only the tinniest bit of sadness evident in his haunting eyes. And that sadness was not for the loss of his friend, but for the handwriting on the notepad. "I knew he never payed attention in those lessons," Kanone thought, sighing, "always complaining that he would never need them, well Eyes, my friend looks like you were wrong. Guess I won that bet." Kanone rolled Eyes over on his back and suddenly felt the urge to check for a pulse. There was none, of course he had known there wouldn't be, but that letter was only meant to reach Kanone's eyes after his friend was dead, so he felt that he had to confirm it. Looking down at the letter Kanone became even more depressed. This time the content of the letter was the reason:
I wonder, what do you suppose it means,"the happiness of those who believe". That's what it means, or rather, what it symbolizes, correct? Irises... Happiness. Belief. Do we have the right to those things? Tell me, Kanone. Do we? No, we sinners don't have those luxuries. At least we're cursed...together, right? I love you, Kanone. My angel, my deadly angel. I believe in you.
"You're deadly angel am I, Eyes?" Kanone asked the corpse, "Yes, that's right, I was the deadly one, and you...you were the fallen one. You were my fallen angel, and it looks like you have finally crashed...how sad." Kanone had pulled Eyes into his lap when he turned him over and now he looked down at his friend's face. "I always thought when you died you were supposed to look peaceful," Kanone remarked, "but you just look...lost. And alone. Well, you never used to be, Eyes, but now I'm afraid you are alone, in a world where I couldn't reach you even if I traveled to the brink of death. No I cannot protect you anymore." Kanone slowly bent down and kissed Eyes lightly on the lips, "I can't protect you, but I can still love you." As Kanone's eyes welled up with tears he smiled a little, "And I can still cry for you Eyes, so you will never have to." Kanone thought back to when he promised Eyes he could cry for him, right after his mother had passed away. "When I agreed to cry for you then, I never imagined this, though I suppose it was inevitable. But I don't mind crying for you Eyes, and I don't mind loving you." Kanone hugged his friend and held him tightly one last time before standing up and walking outside, tightly clenching the note in his hand.
Kanone took one look back to the body and looked down at the ground, "I do mind being alone, though."
Also, I have to apologize for how short this is, there are few chapters that I will write that will be this short. The next few are longer, I think..