This is once again my poem, the story underneath is fanfiction, so as said I don't own the Characters but the poem is most certainly mine. Please ask before using it.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR but this poem well as said it's mine.

DECAY

The slow coming stop

The nearing ends

Leaves turning red and brown

Only to fall upon the ground

Again, and again we fall

Turn thrice

Jump twice

And we still fall

Always

Till we just don't.

FRM

Entries

1946

This is lonely, this life. We are born alone and we will die alone. What else can I say to that? Nothing more really. But I believe these words completely. That is why I roam across the world, build a oasis in the sky for myself. Step by step I move on, on the road or on tracks not yet made, I travel. What else can I do? Because I just want to live. I want to experience life. Fully and without care of others, I don't want to be bound.

But it is so hard here in this time, even after the war, I cannot bring myself to let go, and I should. I will only be in pain for longer. But that is to be expected of myself, isn't it? They all die in the end. And I just don't. Why can't I just die? The first and then the second I have been through. Isn't that just enough? I am so tired.

1961

I met these people today, they are interesting, powerful and much, much younger than I. But that is to be expected being born when I was, really, most would be wrinkly now. I? I am different, have been for a while. Why am I so different? Not that I mind all that much. No that would be a lie. I care very much so.

But they are proud people, they clawed their way up onto the top, I respect that. I did the same. Just in a different place, I don't want to think about it. They want me to introduce myself. Very well.

1962

I don't like the orange one, she is probing me, trying to bond with me. She can try all she wants to. I refuse to. Not with her. She isn't worthy. But maybe one day he will be. That would be nice. He seems like a good kid. Maybe I should buy a house there? Yes, that sounds wonderful. The others will understand soon enough, the human memory is damming. It fades like a newsletter under the Saharan sun. I am glad I remember the most important bits.

1966

I shouldn't have opened my mouth, but I did. How smart I am. But at the least something good will come out of it. That woman, my mouth still curls in disgust at her actions. Holding these secrets so close just like he did. I just brings disaster upon those whom know nothing, or very little. Like me, I just knew enough, remembered enough not to trust her. But I will be free again. And maybe then, I can rest.

1978

I am glad that they, specifically the hitman, trust me enough. I never lead them wrong intentionally. Having travelled as long as I have, it is nice to have a place to settle down in. And willingly so. The thought was nice, maybe write a book or two. That … that sounds wonderful.

1999

And I did just that, the kiddo had been born already and he was so bright. I had met his mother already, what a wonderful young woman she was. I didn't dare to go near the child, that would have to wait a year or three before that could happen.

2003

He decided to come today, thankfully, he will be thank full, I think. We all have been yearning for a home now, for a long, long time. The brat toddled into me per accident, and the bond has formed, just from the slightest of touch, and he apologized immediately. He is a wonderful child. I really can only sing his praises, can't I?

2004

He got bonded too! My, how possessive Reborn is. It is amusing to see. But understandable as well. They, Imietsu und Nono, will not bind him, they will not cut his wings. No he will fly like the clouds, freely in the sky of his own making.