• Angel
     
     
                Blood splattered against the wall, and floor. Gun shots heard every where. The only sounds you could hear were guns, screams, and splashes of the sweet crimson liquid. The only thing you could see were dark shadows of the killer, blood puddles, and lifeless bodies.
     
    Bang. Another gun shot
    Splat. Another puddle.
    Thud. Another lifeless body.
     
                I cannot say I’m proud of my father’s career, if you can call it that. Too many innocent lives lost. Too many scars. Too much pain and suffering.
     
    I don’t think I can take much more of this.
    I don’t think I can live like this anymore.
    I don’t think of anything any more.
     
                So I find myself atop of a cliff, over looking the city. I find my self kneeling down in front of my mother’s grave. Being cooled off by the Sakura tree’s shade. I run my hand across the kanji symbols on the tomb stone.
     
    Kisame, Daisuki.
    A wonderful mother.
    A wonderful wife.
    A wonderful friend.
    She lived a great life.
    Rest in peace, Tenshi (Angel)
     
                To this day I still think that little poem is corny, but it gets to the point. Short and sweet. Just like how this will be.
    ‘Mother…’ I think to myself. ‘… I’ll be with you soon.’
     
                As I go to the edge of the cliff, I take in the view of the morning sun. Oranges , yellows, blues, and pinks spread across the sky, reflecting off the clouds. The trees look like there from those sappy ending of a romance movie. The building and huts still asleep, not much people out on the streets. Not even boats are bringing people to their destinations out on our river paths through the village.
     
    Perfect.
    No one can witness this.
    Not like they won’t have a celebration later.
     
    Yup, I’m hated all around this village. Whether it’s the young to old and all in between. They all know what my life is like and what it is supposed to be. Mafia gang leader/ assassin. That is correct. I’m supposed to be a killer when I grow up. Too bad for father I won’t be there when I grow up. I won’t take over his ‘company’ when he retires. I wont do crap for my father except do what he wants me to do. Die.
     
                I start to lean over the railing.
                More.
                More.
                Once it’s over, everyone will be happy.
                A little more, then my pain can end.
               
                As I start to fall, I feel two arms wrap around my waist and pull me up. I was about to protest when I turned around and looked into these two brilliant azure orbs, filled with concern and sadness, and an emotion I cannot make out. I’m at a loss for words, I mean, who can describe how he looks, with his pure white hair glowing with the sun reflection, oceanic blue eyes I could just drown in, he looks like Apollo himself.
    Oh my god.... it is him... the guy i've been in love with basically all my life. Dear god what is he doing here? He shouldn't be here. He should be any where but here. I dont want him to witness this. I don't want to show him how weak I am. God why does he have to be here of all times?!?!?
     
    “Why?” he asks.
    “Unloved.” Was what I said.
               
                He smiles softly, shaking his head.
     
    “I love you.” He said.
     
                And with that, he bent down and gave me a soft gentle kiss.