Naruto Fan Fiction / Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Lust For Blood ❯ Chapter 1

A/N: I don't own Gravitation, Naruto, or Gackt's Lust For Blood.

 

MATA!!!:Sequel to I Can't Stay Here. From Yuki to Shuichi or Sasuke to Naruto. I changed the category because I wrote this with Shuichi in mind, but half way through I began to think of it as also Naruto. However I don't classify this as a cross-over. Thanks to Kurai Kisu-chan for betaing!

 

 

Italics=translated lyrics

 

 

 

I don't really know how it happened, just that it did. I didn't want the last time I saw him to be

like this. I didn't want to see him covered in blood and cold. So much blood, everywhere. I couldn't, no wouldn't look at him, not like this.

 

My uncertain soul melts entirely into oblivion
While I'm puzzled by the visible scars, I stretch out my hand

 

Even now I can't stand to think of him that way, I won't. He will forever be smiling to me, that uncontrollable smile of his. Thinking of it now, I can't help but smile myself. Mine is not as bright as his, his was never plagued by these tears of remorse and grief. And I drown myself with the thought that tomorrow the same tears will come and I will still be here to cry them.

 

In a bright white field of vision, at the end, time is uncontrollable
The tears running off won't come back, the promise from that day

 

He was crying before he died. I could see them on his face, why? Why were you crying my love? The tears still fresh on his face, I couldn't save him, in fact I think I killed him. I wanted to be better for him but I couldn't I was too weak, too selfish. And that was the start of this proof of how I felt, this proof of what I was, how I was. I didn't mean to, I didn't want to, and as I cried over his body one last tear left his.

 

No one could stop them, the tears only we could forgive at our parting
The past promise we made to stop the mistakes from repeating over again

 

I couldn't be the person he deserved, I wouldn't even try. I pushed him away every chance I got. I wish I hadn't been so afraid of loving him, maybe he would be here now. My past hurt, my present and my destroyed future.

 

I was unfulfilled by the constantly overflowing passions
If only just for a little while..., I want to return to human form

 

And now I sit here, a living corpse, his death killing me softly. Be quick about it next time, love, be quick about it. And I know he's looking on me right now, from the wonderful place he's gone to telling me to move on, but I won't I don't have the right to. And even in death I won't be able to repent for my sins, I pray to anyone who's listing to let me be with him when I go, but I know. I know I don't deserve that. Forgive me love, forgive me.

 

If you're going to erase the pains in my heart, then go right ahead and kill me
Don't look so lonely, at least at the end I want you to smile
Just for you

 

One last time I'll cry for you.

 

Take another breath

 

My state of stagnant life is coming to a close, prematurely and malcontent.

 

You can't find what's important

 

I'll leave my sadness in my wake, let them feel what its like to have killed the ones you love, I leave this to them. Hate one another, hate the life that has been given to you, and hate more than anything the unmaintainable emotions inside of you.

 

Destroy all of the peace

 

They won't listen though, neither did I. But even now I'm glad I didn't.

 

Make the same mistake over again

 

Maybe I'll see him when I get to where ever it is I'm going. I wish I could go where he has, maybe I'll be given another chance. Though I know the ending will not change, I still want to be near him if only for a little while. And with these tears as evidence to my death I welcome it with open arms, embracing that cold dark oblivion which will claim me as it's own. And then the darkness breaks.

 

No one could stop them, the tears only we could forgive at our parting
The past promise we made to stop the mistakes from repeating over again

 

 

 

A/N: Don't even know where this came from. Reviews and constructive criticism is accepted, flames will not unless you're Roy Mustang.