Not For You (OPEN)

A weekend, one of the days after a week where students often got time to their selves, to play video games, hang out with friends, read, go to parties, or whatever else Kyou would have no idea about. Typically he'd be working on projects or dispatch missions--though sometimes he did that after school, anyway. But since his return after a particularly long "project", he'd come back to many new and, frankly, upsetting things. There were many new students to the school, which he always had mixed feelings about, but he felt a sort of sadness to see that some people had gone... missing. Many just stayed in the shadows, moved, got released, or something of that nature to explain their absence at school, but Kyou knew unfortunately that was not the case for someone else at the school that he'd felt... particularly fond of.

He'd heard it everywhere, and many had their own mixed feelings about it. Some were upset, many didn't care... and others showed enough audacity to not only not care, but to try to take her place. The boy hid it well under his blank expression, but he was furious. Furious at whoever had done it, furious at himself for not being there, furious that it happened in the first place. "I wish something could have been done. But she's so strong, even if I'd been there I doubt I could have stopped it," he thought as he walked into the small flower shop. The young boy would pick out a small bouquet of light-colored flowers before paying the cashier and leaving the store, tucking the flowers under one arm as he walked down the street, only to end up somewhere he never thought he'd see himself.

A graveyard. Certainly, he was familiar enough with seeing death--almost constantly, even. But he had purposely never let someone get close to him because in the scenario that they died, or he died, he didn't want anyone to be hurt... not them, and not himself. It's one of the many reasons he tried so hard not to let himself have friends. But yet, he failed at that mission. Steven was his friend... and though his relationship with her had been an odd one, Kyou considered Zoe to be his friend, too... and yet, the one time he decided to start letting people in, she turned up dead. And he had mixed feelings about it, feelings he was almost ashamed of. He was angry at it all, and he felt like he should have no reaction to her death. That he should care, but not show anything because of how used to it he was. But it was different. They might not have been very close, but he still cared about her and thought of her as a sort of friend and... it didn't feel quite the same way that it did when a stranger died. It was someone that he actually had known. Someone he actually cared about, even if they seemed to get on each-other's nerves.

So despite how he thought he shouldn't show any emotions to it, Kyou was... sad, at the loss. He could have had some relief to know his secret died with her, but there seemed to be no good in any of it. Ultimately, he felt horrible. He'd cared about her, she was pretty nice, she helped him out on a project or two, she gave him some advice... and she was brave and strong, and Kyou felt there was nothing good about her passing on. She had so much to offer, and it was thoughts like that which made him wish bringing people back from the dead were possible, but he knew there was absolutely no way.

He would walk down the street and approach the graveyard, looking over at all of the granite and limestone headstones. The boy would take the flowers he'd gotten and held them in his hands as he then walked about the area, searching for the name of the student who had died not too long ago. He felt the least he could do was apologize and give some respects to the dead, even if she couldn't hear. Hell, he had no idea if there was even such thing as an afterlife or whatever else, anyway. And he'd never quite done something like this before, so he wasn't sure what was the appropriate thing to do. Flowers seemed like it was alright, though. Even if she did or did not like him, he still thought of her as a friend so there was nothing wrong with bringing flowers for her, right?