The Broken Butterfly Reaper

Xiallia...

A Young Reaper, Appearing only 14 and yet...thousands of years old.

Each night she wandered the graveyard a cold damp mist following her quietly. Balls of glowing white apparitions floating around her as if they were her guardians.

With her fox mask sitting slightly off her face and on her forehead she looked around the empty place. She let out a soft sigh as she walked up to one particular gravestone, it was hers.
Frowning at it she quickly turned from it to walk the other way. As she did she heard a sound. The sound of a violin.

She couldn't help but to walk towards it. Entranced in it's sound she drew closer and closer until she came upon a young man. Seemingly around the age of 20.

He stood under a large oak tree, his face covered by his pure black hair, along with a black pin-stripped Fedora hat. A black suit, he had his tie loose around his neck.

Xiallia watched from a safe distance it seemed like he didn't notice her. She smiled as he kept playing, soon humming a song along with his playing, that humming turning into soft singing.

The Mysterious Man heard her but didn't look in her direction. His red eyes gleaming slightly under his hair, and the shadow of his hat.
His playing was that of an old Hymn and he was playing it only for her and his ears only.

Xiallia made graceful motions in the air with her hand as she sang softly. She never felt more at peace than right at that moment. When, All of a sudden she heard he stopped playing suddenly. She blinked a few times and sighed. "Well...I suppose it is time for me to get back to work....." she said softly as she started to leave.

The Man grabbed her shoulder gently with the bow for his Violin under his arm and holding his instrument gently by its neck. Xiallia froze as she turned to face him, only for him to stop her.

"Please...Don't turn around..." the Man said, his voice deep and rough like that of a demon from hell but so kind and gentle at the same time.

"Who are you?" Xiallia asked as she stayed turned on an slight angle not looking toward him.
He smiled slightly as he spoke to say his name. "You may call me....Kzar-Ziraen or K.Z for short."

"May I call you Kzar? It sounds Nice..." Xiallia asked softly.
"Yes...that is fine...and what is your name young one?" He inquired.
"My name? My name is Xiallia...."
"What a nice name that is...it suits someone, with a beautiful singing voice..." complimented Kzar.
Xiallia felt her face turn hot for a moment. She smiled a bit laughing. "You know how to flatter someone..." she said as she started to walk away...

Kzar followed behind her. "Do you...come here often...it seems like you do..like you live here..."
Xiallia smirked..."You can say this is like my home...Death is my friend.."

"Ahh...someone of the Darkness yes?"
Xiallia nodded. "What about you? Your Voice..it isn't anything human sounding..." she said looking over the grave stones as she walked around with Kzar following.

Kzar gave a smirk of his own. "I'm someone...how do you say? That wanders...I'm looking for my place of Eternal rest you can say, but somehow..I can't...."

Xiallia stopped walking and started to turn towards him but stopped...."You can't explain it...it's fine. I Think I understand what you were trying to say...." she completely turned towards him, but her eyes closed. "May..I see you?" she asked shyly.

Kzar walked closer to her. "Why do you want to see me? I am, but another face....am I right?"

"No...not to me...I remember almost every face I meet." Xiallia said nodding slightly.
"Is that so my dear...? I'd doubt it...I'm not what you "think I really am...I know what you are to me though...."

Xiallia tilted her head in confusion. Kzar bent over and whispered in her ear. "You're my Savior..." he said softly.
Xiallia suddenly opened her eyes in surprise. She watched as Kzar pulled back to look directly at her face.
He moved the hair from his eyes to reveal his glowing red irises and his vertically slit pupils. A look of sadness came across his face as Xiallia looked at him with a blank stare.

"End my life right now Miss Xiallia...." He begged.
"You..." Xiallia started. "Seem so lonely..." she hugged him tightly not letting him go for awhile.
Kzar looked at her in surprise dropping his Bow and Violin on the grass. He didn't know what to do..no one especially a girl touched him, held him like she did.

Xiallia looked up to him with a smile. "I swear you won't be alone anymore okay? I promise..." she said as she stretched up on the tips of her toes to reach his face.
Kzar leaned down to kiss her gently, but Xiallia pulled away slightly out of nervousness.
Kzar looked at her. "I'm sorry...I--"

Xiallia shook her head. "It's just...I never kissed anyone before...so.." she faded off looking down, but Kzar gently lifted her face up to his again.
"It's okay...." He slowly pressed his lips against Xiallia's for a gentle kiss.

She blushed a bright red, but kissed him back closing her eyes. She then felt him pull away and hug her back.
"I'll play you all the songs you want...if you stay with me..." He asked. "This is only a simple request of me...I've been searching for someone like you...you're not scared of me like the others were...."

Xiallia nodded. "I'll stay with you...I will I will...."

Tear's Suicide

Tear walked down the empty hall of her Manson, long ago abandoned by her former family. She looked around with her deep blue eyes at the carpeted floors and the paintings on the wall which were covered in a thick coat of dust and cobwebs. She looked out one of the windows as the moon shown over the place, appearing a light icy blue.

Stopping in front of her old room Tear slowly placed her hand on the door, closing her eyes and taking a breathe
she put her hand on the dusty copper knob. Turning it she slowly pushed it open, walking in she looked around.

Everything the same as the last time she came here. She walked over to her bed and sat on it. The blue satin sheets just as smooth and soft as ever, as if someone was keep this particular room fresh and clean everyday.
Tear looked to her shelf full of her old stuffed animals..

She got up and walked over to it putting her hand on her Teddy Bear she used to carry around since she was 3 years old. All of a sudden something caught her eye, it was the sparkle of a throwing dagger set near the mirror on the dresser. All though there was no light in the room the dagger reflected light from somewhere..was it the mirror?

Walking over the the dagger Tear pick it up gently in her pale hands. Carefully she surveyed it the navy blue handle of the dagger seemed to favor her touch, for as she gripped it, it suddenly flew into the mirror causing the mirror to shatter into pieces all over the dresser and floor, and soon from the broken pieces of glass blood flowed.

The dagger laying on the ground beside her feet lifted into the air and soon aimed itself at Tear's Heart.

Tear smiled as she opened her arms as to hug someone.
In the flash of an eye the dagger plunged deep into her chest piercing the flesh and tearing into the muscle soon reaching the the bone of her sternum and cracking, no shattering it as it reached the heart. Tear choked up blood as she fell back. She looked to the ceiling of her room as tears fell from her own eyes. She smiled as she welcomed her well deserved death.

All the years of wandering are over she finally found her place of eternal rest, this is why her family kept her room clean this whole time.

The blade in her chest slowing down her heart ans soon to a stop the Dagger laid there in her lonely heart.
After All these years of hate for her family.
Today she learned...that deep down they cared.

Tear's Suicide Funny...was it not?
She thought no one cared..until the end when she saw her room long after her family moved, her family, too much grief from staying in that house they moved knowing her spirit was still about.

They knew one day she'd return to this place and go to her room, they left the rest of the house in despair as Tear's room was the only one there...clean and well kept..it was the only way she knew...that they really cared because they loved her too..Even if it took her a Million years to find that out.