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Sakunosuke Oda - Traces of a Black Figure

(34.8k Words)

Gender neutral (male genitals/switch/mostly dom)

Tw: death/death of a loved one, manipulation, emotional abuse, smut/lemon, affairs, murder, use of gun, smoking, extreme violence, gore/blood, stabbing/cutting

Song recommendation: Cool Vibes by Vanilla Ninja / Immolare by Gpkism / Cigarettes out the Window by TV Girl / Duvet by bôa

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"Oh, dear. . . How could this happen to us? "

"Our poor son. . . Bring him back please. . . "

And the women cried out. And everyone was gathered here wearing mostly black. So was I. Though black was an ordinary colour of clothing for me. But this. . . this was a different occasion. Walking slowly and steadily I was the one guiding the relatives, the friends, the acquaintances, all of them.

And they couldn't stop crying. Tears were being shed like a sudden storm. But I was the only one who stayed calm. Not even one tear had falled down my cheek. With a bouquet of white and pink carnations on my hands and a black hat on my head with a black veil all around it covering completely my face, I was walking this endless path, a path made out of stone.

Tissues were what everyone was asking for, but I remained uninterested in this whole situation. People would consider my composure and quietness weird and strange. Enough now. Everyone went quiet now. No one was walking anymore. We had finally reached our destination. Our last goodbyes needed to be said right now, even if I said mine a long time ago.

Everything was done perfectly on point by the men that I hired. Ah. . . , what a waste of money. But we cannot leave the soul without a house. And the minutes passed and less cries were heard now. Everyone was tired, exhausted by their own sadness. They started leaving, after saying their last goodbye and wishing me good luck for the rest of my life. Nobody dared to talk to me.

I was still standing there. In front of him. All alone. The bouquet was placed near him and now my hands were empty. I didn't know what to do. Leave? Stay? Crying though was not an option. Sadness was not what I was feeling. Anxiety about the future. Exactly, I was trapped in an endless roller coaster of anxiety. And that's how my life will be from now on.

"You love him a lot, don't you? " a male voice was heard sending shivers down my spine. I thought I was the only one left. Have they caught me? No. No. That can't be. . .

"Pardon? " I asked calmly keeping that melancholic look on my face. I turned my body slightly to the left, the side that the voice came from, and I was met with a man unknown to me. 

He was a tall man around my age, with a clear and dark complexion and broad shoulders. His short hair that had a reddish tinge were slightly parted complimenting perfectly his dark brown eyes. A light stubble could be seen on his chin and along his jawline matching his messy hair and showing that the man didn't care much about his appearance. His attire was simple, that of an ordinary man, and he looked completely out of place under the circumstances that we were just at.

A black and white pinstriped collared shirt was slightly visible. What was covering it was a beige coat that reached till his knees. It had brown buttons on its cuffes and it was firmly hugging his body with a tight belt of the same colour. Under everything, he was wearing a pair of pale grey pants, while his shoes were made of an expensive leather, in a brown colour. On his fingers there were countless of big silver rings and around his wrist, on his right hand a watch was wrapped around, while on his left hand some braceletes with silver beads shined brightly under the light of the sun.