THE WRONG ONE (OFFGUN fanfic)

TRUST

DARK

When I was young, I often pictured my ideal death ceremony and had always wished to atleast have it done my way.

I've visualized myself being laid perfectly inside the casket of my dreams---a shiny, golden casket with crimson red interior paddings, warm enough to the touch, hoping to be comforted by the warm feeling against my ice cold skin.

When it comes to the hearse, I want it big, black and majestically shining with refulgence, to recall the refulgence in my life, if there were any. I want it to stand out among all the other hearses out there through its shameless floral wreaths that would make it appear like a festive occasion is to take place , rather than a death parade.

Instead of black suits and ties, I want everyone who's going to take part in this occasion, especially my father, to wear the most gallant clothes they own in their entire lives. I want to expose the pretentious candor they're trying to show me in front of everyone. I want them to show their ingenuity all the way throughout the end. Right from the moment the coffin was slid through the rear-end of the vehicle, to the moment that I can smell the earth blanketing around my beautiful casket with golden handles.

I also want my gravestone to be beautifully carved with golden letters of my name. Why gold? To shed light to my cursed name and life.

On my epitaph, I want to say, "I , Dark Niran Ayutthaya, despite not being eternal as what the name actually meant for me to be, has seen the good and the bad in this life although I've always been kept in the dark." That's the only thing that matters I suppose.

The last thing I want for this blissful death ceremony was that , after everyone had left the cemetery, the world will rain and cry with me. In that way, I won't feel alone. The downpour will nurture the pain and sadness I went through in this lifetime. The same way it had always nurtured me when I was still alive and I'd be happily smiling,

"But this wasn't what I imagined or what I wanted." I said discreetly while staring at the urn and the framed picture of myself who looked pitiful enough for me to shed a tear. I looked around and saw a dark atmosphere of smiling faces.

Every single one of them was a stranger to the eyes. They all wore the most gallant clothes indeed, just like how I wanted. Women are flashing their smiles and jewelries that were hanging around their necks. Men on the other hand were chatting about their stocks and titles like it's nobody's business. They kept theirselves busy with introducing each other that no one was actually paying attention to me, to the urn.

I looked back to the urn and was ashamed of giving pity towards myself. My hands turned into fists and I hid it inside my pockets hoping to suppress all the anger.

I suddenly felt a paper inside my pocket and carefully got it out and read it discreetly."Don't trust everyone inside the funeral."

The note emphasized two words, everyone and inside, given that they're the only words that were bold and capitalized. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder and for a second I felt a surge of fear creeping into my suit, penetrating through my skin. I looked around to see who it was.

"Mother?"

The note says not to trust everyone inside the funeral, but does that mean that it includes her as well?

I gave her a small smile and bowed respectfully. "Mom, where have you been?" I asked.

"I was busy entertaining guests related to your father's side." She replied.

I let out a small chuckle and replied, "It sure was entertaining on the other side." I tried to loosen my tie to ease the tension.

"Are you busy? I was going to introduce you to someone if you wouldn't mind."