HetaOni Oneshot - Cherry Trees

Feliciano's iNsAnITY - The Piano Room and the Cherry Trees

The door opened with a large creaking sound, hitting the wall with a bump. Feliciano stepped outside, the wind engulfing inside the entrance and messing up his short hair, as he was dragging something behind him. Or rather... as he was dragging someone behind him.
The dark hair were floating freely around the dead pale face, the dark eyes staring in the blank, blood splattered all over the white clothing. Feliciano paused to take a breath and raised his head to look at the dead garden around him. He smiled.

_"We're out, Kiku. Isn't the sun quite beautiful this morning?."

He kneeled and leaned a hand on Kiku's blood-soiled face. On the ground where he had dragged him were remaining trails of blood like brushed paintings. Feliciano smiled again.

_"I wonder what time it is. Or rather... what time it should be. Don't you wonder too, Kiku?"

He rised on his feet and grabbed the slim body by the wrists, dragging him again through the garden, on the dry earth, to reach some dead trees not far from the entrance. It seemed to Feliciano that he had found him years ago, although it obviously hadn't been for more than 30 minutes. He could still recall it perfectly.

He had entered the piano room. And the first thing he had seen was Kiku. Lying in a puddle of splattered blood, his white clothing suddenly dyed in red, patiently waiting for his death to come. Of course Feliciano had cried, loudly and deeply, as he couldn't do anything but stare at Kiku's dying face, and at the white piano tainted with red. Then after crying, after staring, he had suddenly realized that despite being morbid, this scenery had its own kind of beauty. Kiku almost seemed asleep, smiling at Feliciano. Smiling at the twisted sound of the piano. The shining white piano. The beautiful piano with music written in blood on it.

And then Feliciano couldn't do anything but drag Kiku's dead body out of the mansion. He did not even encounter the THING while they were both leaving bloody trails behind them, like music sheets written on the floor. Maybe that was the kind of music that Kiku wanted to hear at the last of his moments. The music of the insanity.

_"Say, Kiku, is it true that cherry blossoms became pink because someone buried a corpse under white cherry trees?" the Italianman said, looking at the dead trees before him. "Well, guess what those trees are? Hun? Yeah, I saw trees like those at your place. These are cherry trees too, aren't they?"

He left Kiku lying under the tree, blood dripping on the black roots, and scratched his head in childish manners. His voice went a higher tone.

_"So I wonder... how many of you will I have to bury under those trees to turn their flowers a bright, crimson red?"

His mind was twisted. He was broken. He was insane.

Feliciano dug the ground with his bare hands, uttering some giggles as he sometimes looked at Kiku's corpse. He was feeling light-hearted, as if wings had just grown from his back.

"It's like floating... in the air. I feel so... relieved, and carefree." he laughed.

He caught the Japanese's waist and lifted him up, and leaned on the hole, leaving the body slip from his arms and resting in the grave. Kiku's eyes were still open, staring at the grey skies. Feliciano uttered a giggle, his face twisting in psychopathy, and leaned a hand on Kiku's forehead.

_"Don't worry Kiku, I won't be long, okay? I'll go pick the others up, and then we will rest all together under those trees, and when the cherry blossoms will come, we'll watch them all together, yeah... I'm sure they will be wonderful this year..." he smiled. "Well, let's see... I'm sure Germany won't be mad at me if I apologize... Or maybe he will? I love him so much, I wouldn't want to let him down... Maybe just going and apologizing is the best I can do..."

If this illusion was not to be ended, then, maybe abandoning yourself to insanity would be the best thing to do...
If the same mistakes were to be repeated again and again, then, maybe losing your mind to psychopathy would be the only way to ease your pain...
If the same story was to be told again and again endlessly, then maybe trying to enjoy the illusion until its end would be a nice idea...
If there's no escaping from this madness, then, maybe I should just let go of everything... and stop running.

_"... Right, Kiku?"

The door slammed and left nothing but silence.