Lucas

Rain poured down and the sky was dark. Students gathered behind the academy for this event. Everyone was dressed in black. Tears filled Dylan's eyes. This day, was Lucas' funeral.

Kataro stood next to Dylan and put his hand on his shoulder.

Jet wounded as he was is there leaning on a walking stick

Yomi stood by Jet her hair, once again, not in the normal ponytail. She was there when he was killed so she thought she might as well have came. Plus what if Jet needed her for something?

DarkSoul came in a full shadow figure, made out of stirring and wispy darkness that shape my figure. I didn't show my solid state for the event. I stood with the rest of the group. I was silent except for the frequent blows of air that the mist of my figure made.

Satin red eyes appeared in the black mist that was me.
They were bloodhsot.

The the mist twisted and churned and stirred. It was showing my vulnerability on the topic because it wasn't only Lucas I was thinking of. It was my past. All those who fell victim to Nebun.

Saiko wipes a few stray tears, unable to even imagine how bad Dylan must felt right now. I can't believe this is reality Was the only words bouncing around her head. After a few minutes of standing there motionless, she walks up to his picture and drops a flower. "Rest in peace, Lucas."

OOC: I wasn't sure if it was just a picture on top of a coffin or just nothing....

Kura: unable to muster up the courage to walk anywhere near the coffin, I curl up quietly in a corner, crying silently. I hadn't really known Lucas, but a death made me unbearably sad all the same.

Everyone placed a flower on the coffin, one by one. Dylan went last.

Kura: I look up, wiping away my tears a bit. I stand shakily and place a pink carnation on the coffin, sniffling.

The service ended and Dylan wiped his tears. "Nebun will pay for this"

Kura: once again I curl up in the corner, silently crying my eyes out.

Yomi sighed. She hated funerals. She hated being around saddened and not knowing what to do.

DarkSoul placed back roses that had formed from a black mist on the coffin. I was then visible at that point.

"We are fighting for you, don't worry."
I whispered when placing the roses on his coffin.

"Me, Jet, Yomi, Tristan... and Dylan. We are fighting for you."

I turned back to the crowd and formed into a black mist once more. I emerged into the crowd.

-Zarchy arrives; he had just gotten back from Hikaru's funeral-

....I....

-he hadn't known him really at all. But the least he could do was arrive-

Kura: I move away from the scene, away from the crowds. I couldn't stand being anywhere near such a center of negative emotions. It almost physically hurt to look at it.