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The worrying shouts and comments, the what-used-to-be annoying commands to help clean, those bright brown eyes and that wonderful smile that was like a sun spreading light on a whole avenue.
They weren't there anymore.
Everyone knew those things weren't there anymore, and it hurt them all.
Licht, the beautiful angel-like piano player, had become quieter. Hostile he used to be, but not anymore. Motivation had drained entirely from his body, concerts were canceled continuously, and no more shouting to the shit rat known as Hyde.
Hyde. The Servamp of Greed, also known as Lawless. He wasn't attached to them as his brother was, but there was nothing more at the moment than wanting everything to be back to normal. However, you can't always get what you want. His annoying "Lich-tan!" and comments could be heard, but everyone knew (and could tell) that it was all but just a mere facade over a face of grieving.
Grieving. That's all that Tetsu had felt. He worked less and stopped going out as often, only helping mostly at the hot springs he was the heir of. Hugh could tell what was wrong, and could only do nothing but feel the same way with his Eve: sadness.
Sadness. Sakuya was one of the people who took the news as if a bullet was shot through his heart. Watanuki, Sakuya: A boy who hated lies. He hated lies and hated this lie: He was dead. "It's all just a lie, right?" The boy would say to himself, but all as he and the rest knew, it was the truth.
The truth. Misono Alicein: Another close friend. Regardless of what had happened, he still continued to be as demanding as he is- yet, it was all a whole other facade to be seen and viewed by others. His Servamp, Snow-Lily, had worried most (with the exception of Mikuni) about the purple-haired boy. Grieving and anger are what had filled him, as those feelings even slipped out at times when he would be sitting in his room by himself, crying and yelling strings of "Why did this have to happen?!", "This is stupid... Stupid!", and other things as such.
Kuro had to take all of these in. Greed, grief, sadness, and the truth... It hurt so much to know and understand that the person he ultimately cared about was gone and no longer in this world anymore. It hurt so much that he wished he was immortal so he could kill himself, but knew that they wouldn't even want Kuro gone from this world and would want him to move on. The NEET he continued to be, only staying with Licht and Hyde until a new eve would arise sooner or later. Tears spilled out of the Servamp's eyes as he silently cried. He couldn't bare to feel the loneliness that he had felt before.
The Servamp of Sloth sat in front of the cement with a plate on it. He reached out, running a hand over the imprinted name, as he began to speak softly to it.
"Hey," he started, his eyes softening at the name. "It's been... a few weeks since you've been gone."
The blue-haired vampire had a long talk, explaining what had been going on lately and how the others were doing, whether some of them were still in a sad state and some already moving on.
"I really miss you," Kuro said softly. "I wish I had done more for you. I wish I had saved you from yourself... I wish... That I could've realized sooner. I'm sorry... I really am... I—"
"Onii-san," Hyde said as he approached his older brother, "We have to go now. Licht said that he wants a turn since we have to go soon. I want to get a turn too if you don't mind."
Kuro glanced at his younger sibling, an "Okay" and a "Just give me a minute" was heard from the older Servamp. Hyde nodded and left with just that, and Kuro looked back down at the grave.
"Sorry... I have to go now," Kuro said in what sounded nearly like a whisper. "I'm sorry, again... And... I hope you're doing okay up there. I'm sure it's better, and I'm sure your mom is happy too see you too... But for now, until again."
The blue-haired male stood up and started to walk away, before taking a glance one more time at it before approaching to Licht and Hyde to tell them that it was their turn to talk to them.
The plate shined brightly under the lamp post, the words being seen clearly and engraved perfectly.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF
SHIROTA, MAHIRU
07/07/XXXX - XX/XX/XXXX