: Fragment No.04 : Promise, Night, Alone

He hadn't stayed for long… He didn't have any reason to, with his promise fulfilled. His weapon had disappeared as he made his way back out into the rain, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

Haou stopped in front of Jehu's house, but forced himself into a run. His black boots splashed against the flooded street's river-like puddles, the falling rain of night whipping at his face like thousands of needles of ice. His eyes were closed tight as he ran; although he himself had no particular destination in mind, his feet took him there.

When he finally came to a stop, he panted heavily, trying to bring sweet air into his oxygen-deprived lungs. His vision was blurred when he finally opened his eyes, but he knew where he was.

Nostrum Paradise.

He stood in a small courtyard of drowning flowers, a small gazebo in front of him. Hesitantly, he walked underneath the shelter, seating himself at its center and burying his face in his pulled-up knees. Shoulders shook from the cold numbness that had surrounded his body and from the overwhelming sadness that he felt. Who knew he'd miss the silly blunette so much?

Ego requiro vos, quoque…

The whispers of the wind filled his ears, but he couldn't understand its words.

Haou…

A familiar warmth came over him, a voice he hated to admit he loved spurring his head to pick itself up. Golden eyes glittered with unshed tears as he looked up, only to see the spirit of his dear lover materialize before him. A hand reached out to him, a thumb wiping away the first drop to slide down his flushed cheek.

Operor non vox, meus rex rgis…

"Jehu…" Now he was certain that Jehu was dead; his spirit had come to say goodbye.

Normally, Haou would have scoffed and told him to 'go away,' but after everything that'd happened… His heart ached painfully as tears blurred his vision once again.

"I… I want to die, too…" His pride was completely out the window by now; it was all too much to handle, "I can't… I can't do this by myself!"

Jehu bent down to be level with him, his hand lightly brushing wet brown bangs out of his beautiful glowing eyes.

Operor non narro ut.

Vos servo victus, Carus… Ego sum usquequaque hic.

Gold met brilliantly glowing orange, a feeling of longing unlike any other enveloping the brunette's trembling heart, "Jehu…"

The spirit tilted his chin a bit higher with his index finger as his face drew closer to the still-living.

Ego diligo vos, Haou…

Haou's eyes fell closed as their lips met in their true kiss of farewell. The warmth he felt as they connected only lasted a second, and then he was alone in the cold again, with nothing by Jehu's words echoing endlessly in his head.

I love you, Haou.

Emerald's Notes & Nonsense:

... YES, the Latin language was used in this fic... I've heard that Latin is a "Dead Language," so I wanted to use it... Plus, I think Latin's an awesome language, thank you very much! ... although, I have no idea if what I put means what I wanted it to mean. XD -used a translator.- I had Jehu speak the "Dead Language" because he himself is dead... -thought it was a good idea.- DX

Anyway, here's what they meant:

Nostrum Paradise - Our Paradise.

Ego requiro vos, quoque - I miss you, too.

Operor non vox, meus rex rgis - Do not cry, my king.

Operor non narro ut. Vos servo victus, Carus. Ego sum usquequaque hic - Do not say that. Keep living, Beloved. I am always here.

... and I don't think that last one needs to be translated again. XD

But yaaay! It took me about 5 days to finish this 4-Part 3-Word Prompt Project. XD! It was fun, though!

It was supposed to be Horror, but I like how it came out Tragedy/Romance... Teehee. Hope y'liked it, Monkey!