Ecstasy of Reminisce

Prologue

Devoured by darkness, earning its atmosphere monotonously melancholic, yet, against his face, the faint light had faultlessly highlighted every detail of his exquisite complexion, emphasizing it elegantly in contrast of the shadow surrounds him.

The atmosphere was nasty, in the utter absence of utterances with only the rumbling sound of peculiar strangers and his breathing that lending vivacity within. When suddenly deafening mumbles was accumulated every passing second was shuttered by the sound of a gunshot, echoing, synchronizing, seemingly creating a harmonious symphony that was somehow pleasing to his ears.

Pressing pressure upon the trigger, the thunderous sound of a blaring gunshot roared, reverberating within the atmosphere lasted. He was illuminated with the reckless tide of fervour amusement. Watching the crimson fluid continuously oozing out from the hole beautifying the man's forehead. Pair of ocean hues eyeing the newly created pudlle of blood while the barbaric smile sketched seemingly permanently upon his flawed lips disperse momentarily. Though not for long his lips parted, showing his marble teeth as soon a burst of hysterical laughter erupted, fleeing his throat and torching the surroundings.

Tilting his head sideways, strawberry hued tendrils cascading upon his broad shoulder as he spoke."I'm finished, clean the mess."

Behind him. Their pair of purple-tinted globes gleaming with twisted dullness.Intently the siblings watched Sanzu murdered those traitors.

"Shameless, isn't he Rin?" Ran muttered, exterior beautified by his slothful smile. The other man who addressed as the youngest between the two silhouettes whom was locked upon the ludicrous scenery flashing before him, seemingly infinite, has earned his lips pressed into a thin line contorted into a unwelcoming scowl, expression displaying filtrated disgust as he spoke." I can do better." The two individuals sheltered the cold bodies, while Sanzu turned his back then walked away.

The shade of the night has dulled. A faint sound of shuffling fleetingly arises and diapering after a flash, soon then withering completely.

He meant nothing to them and he perceives it very well, yet he persisted disinclined dying ahead than anticipated.He doesn't want to confront the death, although he had witnessed his offsprings grow to where they are now — he still abstains to perish. If he had learned that crossing paths with this criminals would lead him to his untimely demise, then he perhaps he could've avoided them and instead live his life to the fullest.

Stepping out from within the shadow, the heavy sounds of his footwear igniting the alley with its monochrome noise for a blink of a second, within the surrounding was blazed entirely making the mood endearing. He stopped, the moment steadily grew searing every steaming second, afloat by vapors seemingly has ceased to survive the aloft. Observing his surroundings, archaically looking at every corner of the region he's in.

He hummed.

Blue- tinted orbs someplace has piqued his interest. Eye-catching umbels of four to six brilliant coral-red flowers with a golden sheen, adorned with elegantly curled petals and exceptionally long stamens. He kneeled to look closer.

" Lycoris radiata. Yet beautiful but signifies death, associated with farewells."

He stood up, and looked up. The sky was ablaze with star held together by its own gravity, teeming.

He now focused, and dragged his feet out of the location proceeding to accomodation, a roof over one's head.