SYiHSWBB: *twitches in death throes*
AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! *hammers SYiHSWBB further into oblivion. pantpant* o.O;;;; Anyway, on with the Author’s Notes. I’m so sorry for the long delayed update. I’ve been really busy and couldn’t get the wording right on the final chapter right. I’m still not completely happy with it but…it’s pretty good methinks. Gomen nasai to all who thought this final chapter was gonna be another huge-ass one. I WAS planning a long, drawn out Masa “death” scene but I thought it would get redundant, as he’s gotten a lot of screen time up till now. I hope you like it…Tell me what you think! Ja~! - Britts
-- Chapter 11: “Rise of Fall…a Dark Tale Ends” --
They stood draped in the tattered
sheet from their bed. No doubt their
lover was chilled in the early morning air.
Or perhaps it was a mourning air which chilled the dawn so. In any case, he would wake soon. They had to be quick. Turning back to look upon the pale face in
the soft light, they fought back bitter tears.
So it must end.
Yes.
This is how it must
be. How it must end.
Yes.
Don’t
leave me alone.
Never.
Bare feet pattering against
the stone floor, they walked through the deserted halls of the ruins. They wandered into the courtyard. He waited there for them, as did the
rest of the choir. The winged ones stood
in their gold and silver glory. Michael
stepped forward, his flaming sword in hand.
With the other, he cradled their face, placing a soothing kiss on their
forehead. Drawing back, he asked, “Are
you ready?”
It
ends here.
Masa turned to look up at the balcony at which their lover
stood the night before. The stars were
quickly fading into daylight. They hid
in shame of the sun. He blinked back a
tear as he turned back to face the Seraphim.
So it does.
*****
Gackt sat upright in bed
with a cry. Falling backwards, he arched
up off of the mattress as his hands clawed savagely at his breast as if they
were to tear his heart from within. He
screamed. They’ve taken her…him…them
away. No! Nononononono! Not again!
Please…no…not again! Not
again…no… Curling in on himself as
the pain ebbed into nothingness, he sobbed.
******
Helel [1] stood before the mortals and bowed low as they
stepped forward. Her smile was sad. So much pain for so
little. They suffer so
much. She looked sidelong at Gackt who stood in a daze. So much pain… With a gesture, the Virtues surrounded the
group. Close your eyes and all will
be well again.
Gackt let his eyes slip
shut as a tear streaked down his cheek.
*****
Opening his tear-misted eyes, Gackt found him self sitting before
a solitary candle. It rested upon the
coffee table. Wax dripped in languid
trails down its alabaster pilaster as the orange flame flickered in the
stillness, dancing in the midst of his lover's exhalations.
Lover? Looking down Gackt found Masa
head cradled in his lap. Reaching down
with shaking hands, he stroked the younger man's face. The ivory skin was soft under his hand. They returned you to me. He ran his hands through the guitarist's
raven locks , intrigued as the fibers cascaded between
his fingertips. The man muttered in his
sleep and nuzzled closer to the other's warmth.
"Masa…" The other's chocolate eyes fluttered open and
gazed up at him under dark lashes.
"You’re back. "
Masa stretched and rolled
over onto his back so he could look up at Gackt with ease. “What are you talking about, Gaku? I never left.
I’ve been…” he was interrupted with a yawn. “I’ve been here the entire time.” His brow furrowed as the candlelight fell
upon the glittering tears on the other’s face.
Masa sat up and took his lover’s face in his
hands. “What’s wrong, Gaku?”
Reaching around the younger man’s hand, Gackt smiled and shook his
head. He wrapped his arms around the
dark-haired youth and buried his face in his neck. “Nothing. Not anymore.
Take me to bed Masa.”
To such a pleasant request, the guitarist could hardly refuse.
[1] Helel
= The Chief of the Virtues who are “vessels of deific principle” and “spirits
of movement.” This Choir of Angels is
one of Deific Principle, which includes Mights,
Empires, Virgins, Sefiroth, Aeons,
Intelligences, Splendors, Lights,