Identity V Oneshots

Embalmed ~ Joseph X Aesop (Photographer X Embalmer) ~ 2

Quietly, a figure enters the hallway.

White hair, blue eyes, tall stature.

He glances right.

A room.

The door is open.

There are noises.

Pushing the door, he enters, bouquet in hand.

All the survivors were there.

A few hunters too.

Michiko. Leo. Jack.

There was black.

Everywhere.

Flowers and bouquets scattered across the floor, across the tables and chairs.

Everyone's crowded around the bed.

Crying.

Weeping.

Offering condolences.

Glaring.

Joseph heard or saw none of it.

Walking towards the bed, everyone parts.

He gazes at the figure.

Aesop.

He looked so peaceful, as he had been before he had been brutally struck.

By none other than Joseph himself.

He didn't mean to do it.

It was an accident.

But now it was too late.

Emily couldn't help him.

He places the bouquet on the bedside, and waits.

Slowly, everyone leaves the room.

The last one, Michiko, glances back at him, before leaving.

Joseph glances right again.

Aesop's makeup kit.

He takes it.

He walks toward the body.

Kneeling, and trembling, he begins to work.

"H-Heh..."

It was the first word he's said in a week.

"H-How ironic...huh, Aesop?"

He continues embalming him.

"T-The embalmer getting embalmed..."

Joseph trailed off.

Aesop had taught him before.

And made the exact same joke.

They never knew one day it would come true.

Aesop told him not to blame himself.

But after that, he...

Joseph dropped the brush.

Tears ran down his face.

He couldn't stand it.

He was lost.

He couldn't see.

He couldn't feel.

He wanted him back.

He wanted to see him again, everyday.

He wanted to hug him.

Kiss him.

He wanted to see him smile again.

Tears were streaming down much faster and bigger than before.

"W-Won't you say something...Aesop?"

Joseph takes his cold, clammy hand in both his own.

"P-Please..."

...

Author's Note: Well, that was very depressing to write. Not to mention listening to "Say Something" while writing. ;w;