"Hello, I am detective Aomine Daiki, I am investigation the death of Kise Ryouta. Do you recognize him?" The detective held out his photo of the golden gem to the waitress in the restaurant on a hill.
"Yeah, he was here last week, he looked like he was talking to someone, but nobody was there. And he insisted on ordering food for two." Aomine sighed. This was how it always happened. He was never seen with his lover, only when the gem died, he was seen. It had been six days since his lover died. He was counting down. Five days until the re-birth. He nodded and left, heading back into his work station. He pulled out the autopsy report and wrote on the paper. Suicide. He let a single tear fall, and stain one of his work papers.
Five days pass, and he feels it, Kise Ryouta's soul has returned with a blood moon in re-birth. He smiles, and finishes his job. He goes home and prepares. He opens his mouth and sings, only for Kise,
"This is Gospel for the fallen ones,
Locked away in permanent slumber.
Assembling their philosophy,
From pieces of broken memories.
With gnashing teeth and primitive tongues,
Conspiring against the hour,
But they haven't seen the best of us yet,
If you love me let me go."
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Heartless.
RomanceKise Ryota. His colour was gold. He had golden hair, the colour of the sun, amber eyes, the colour of a gem, his voice was of the greatest musical pitches. He was a bright person in general, and warm. He was welcoming and many loved him. He was ener...
