It had been nearly a week since that horrible night. Tamashi turned into a sword, because he was with Natsuki? That's too harsh a punishment, but the punisher was male too! Why does it matter!?

"Why can't I find him? I've searched and aksed around..." he sighs and looks over to the bed where Natsuki sleeps. The man was healed, but Daebru had insisted that he remain safe, that he knew what he was doing, nothing though, no one has seen the man that tortured Tamashi, "he probablly killed him doing that..." his voice soft as he turned back to look out the window, "I wish I could bring him back, Natsuki I really do. Turned into a blade ... he might as well be dead"

"Dead?" Daebru spun back around to look at Natsuki, "Tama ... dead?" the man's voice came out strangles as dark shadows began to creep in from every corner of the room, "No... he .. he can't be ... Tama-kun .. dead..."

"Natsuki...?" he watches as shadows seem to take on sharp forms and shift in circles around the older man, "what's going on?" you weren't supposed to hear me, I'm so sorry Natsuki... he moves closer to Natsuki rushing the last few steps as the shadows seem to be trying to encompass the man, "Natsuki! Ah!" he has to pull back as one of the shadows cuts cross his hand, "Natsuki... please, calm down. I don't .. don't know what this is, but you, you have to fight it! Natsuki please! please, we can find him! B-bring him back somehow, Please!"

"He's dead ... my love ... my one .. he's gone ... I can't-" the shadows all darted out in sharp angles and like lightning pierced through Natsuki's body, turning him into a pin cushion of blood and darkness

"NATSUKIIIII!!!!!" Daebru stared in horror at the man he hoped to heal, tears blurred his vision as he scrambled over to hold Natsuki close as the shadows faded away, "no...." he brushed Natsuki's hair away from his face, his mind going into overdrive and cleaning away the blood as fast as he could, "Natsuki...." don't leave me... blood pooled around them from the many open wounds.

"Haaru! I heard you scream as I came ... oh gods .. what happened?" the healer, Marion, put a hand over her mouth as she saw all the blood.

"Save him... please... I shouldn't ... he can't die .. please" Daebru looked to her but didn't really see her, his vision filled with blood and shadows, blades of darkness slicing through the air played on repeat as he begged for Natsuki to be saved.

Marion went to work weaving her spells to heal Natsuki while Daebru gently rocked him back and forth like a precious treasure, "He's going to be fine Haaru, he'll need to rest now for a bit. What happened?"

"He heard ... Tamashi's dead ... shadows ... everywhere shadows..." he continued to rock like he wasn't really there, "he can't ... we can't let him remember ... we can't let him die ... he needs to forget"

"okay, what all does he need to forget sweetie?"

"Me .. everything about me .. things that might ... make him remember me ... he needs to forget ... all of it..."

"Haaru.."

"MAKE HIM FORGET!! HE HAS TO ... he has to... forget" better this way, I just cause him pain. I'm not worthy of his smiles, I'm nothing but pain to him. my Natsuki ... I don't have the right to call him mine ... but I wanted to ... I'm sorry Natsuki... I'm so sorry. He stood behind Marion as she wove her spell to make Natsuki forget, forget you made me smile, forget I made you hurt, and I'll forget my feelings. No more loss, connections just cause hurt. He walked away then, down to the bar in blanket of white noise.

"Hey kid!" The barkeep called out to him, "Someone left this beautiful blade here for your friend."

"Blade?" Tamashi, he's dead. I should get rid of the blade...

"Yeah, there's a note to go with it as well," she reaches under the counter and pulls out a katana, hints of rose coloring and floral patterns on the sheath, a tassel hanging from the hilt. She places the sword and note on the counter for him.

"Thank you," beautiful, as always, he reaches out for the blade 

'Daebru?' he pulls his hand back quick, unsure of what he just heard.

"Everything alright miss?"

"Yeah, everything's ... fine" he picks up the blade gently and the note 'Tamashi?' he questions the sword mentally

'Is that my name?' the voice comes to him again, it's Tamashi's voice. 

Maybe... no, you already failed Natsuki in so many ways, just bring the sword to him, bring Tamashi to him like you promised. Then be done with it.

He strode back up the stairs and silently entered the room. Natsuki, sleeping softly on the bed, peaceful, angelic ... no stop, just put the sword down and leave! he chided himself before he set the sword on a chair and the note on the bedside table. A few steps towards the door he paused and lifted Tamashi back up 'Tamashi is your name. Keep him safe, he is precious to me, precious to us.' He then lay Tamashi on the bed, bringing Natsuki's hand up to the hilt, before pulling the blankets up around them, i'm sorry I can't do more...

The white noise filled his mind as he left, this time for good. Daebru closed off his mind to most everyone he knew and lost himself in bloodlust as often as possible.