The rain poured down on Fifth Jerusalem mercilessly, and it hid the tears so well.
It had been seven years since the end of their adventure. Five of them were spent in torment. The other two, in bliss. But now, it was torment again, as the small group of mourners stood before the white casket, rested upon a hole, six feet deep, next to one already filled and covered by grass, a headstone at the top, reading "Jin Uzuki" and other words that weren't as important.
Rui Alexander had come to her final resting place.
Shion sobbed into her handkerchief, tightly gripping Allen's hand, while he gripped the umbrella so tightly that his knuckles were as white as his face, pale with sorrow. KOS-MOS stood beside her, emotionless as usual, but her expression softer, her red eyes fixed on the grave, glimmering with a bit of blue.
MOMO was gone. She had been gone for years. Ziggy was gone, too, and their graves stood beside Jin's. chaos had his arms wrapped around Mizuri, who sobbed horribly, unable to look at the flower-laden casket, while their son, Adalia, gripped his best friend's hand, looking at her worriedly.
Alicia's gaze was on the casket. Was her mother really in there? When they'd looked earlier, she was in there. She was sleeping. Her hand in Adalia's, and her tiny red curls covered by her hood, she looked up at Jr. curiously. "Daddy, why are they burying Mama?" She asked, and he gripped her free hand tightly, tears and rain streaming down his cheeks, his chest heaving with sobs and a hiccup escaping him every so often. "Mama's just sleeping, so why are they burying her? She has a lot of work to do, doesn't she?" Alicia frowned, her brow knitted with worry. But soon, she was in her father's tight embrace, his face in her tiny shoulder, covered with rain and now with tears.
Their enemy had taken her. They had shot her in the chest while she ran to protect the ones she loved. She spared them by taking the final bullet.
And on her tombstone, it was read....
Dr. Rui Alexander
Nach Glühen
Ich möchte, daß das Gedächtnis von mir
ein glückliches ist.
Ich möchte gehen nachdem
Glühen des Lächelns, wenn das
Leben erfolgt ist.
Ich möchte ein Echo
lassen weich Flüsternd
hinunter die Weisen.
Von den glücklichen Zeiten und
von lachenden Zeit
und hellen und sonnigentagen.
Ich möchte, daß die Risse von denen, die sich
Sorgen machen, vor der Sonne trocknen
Von den glücklichen Gedächtnissen, die ich lasse,
wenn das Leben erfolgt ist.
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
