Disclaimer: I don't own Flame of Recca and its characters.

A/N: This fic is a bit disturbing. It's the English version of my first fic. I hope you'll like it. I think Tokiya is a bit OOC. Contains a bit violence, murder and suicide.


By Puddles of Blood

She's gone. His beloved Fuuko is gone.

The silver-haired man sat in a corner. Staring into space. Stains of what he just did were visible in his hands.

Slowly, he approached the dead body of his girlfriend. He hugged her and smelled her purple locks. The scent of flowers was no more, only the stench of blood can be smelled.

Then he did what he never thought he would do again. He cried. He wept for his lover's death. Tears of regret rolled on his pale cheeks.

"This is all my fault... This is all my fault…" he repeatedly said while caressing her cheeks with his bloodied hands.

Then he kissed her. He kissed her as if it can bring back the life that was lost.

Fuuko is gone.

He would never see her radiant smile anymore.

Gone was the girl who melted all the ice that covered his heart for a long time.

Because of his rage and jealousy, Tokiya Mikagami killed his love. He was blinded by his fear of losing her to someone else.

All the fear, resentment and anger, which he thought was long gone, came back when he saw Fuuko with another man. He didn't even bother to ask. He was controlled by his inner demons.

He didn't deserve to live.

He then got the knife that he used in murdering Fuuko.

"She's gone. I don't have any reason to live," he said to himself.

As he said this, he stabbed himself with the knife. He felt the blood slowly coming out of him. He felt his body slowly numbing because of blood loss.

With the last ounce of strength, he hugged Fuuko. Until his last breath, Tokiya loved her. He knew that what he had done was wrong; He was blinded by jealousy for a man Fuuko didn't even love.

Until her last breath, Fuuko still loved Tokiya. She only loved Tokiya.

Tokiya was a coward. He'd rather die than to face the consequences of what he had done. But he doesn't even care. He was contented to be with Fuuko in death. Even if he wasn't sure he'll be with her in heaven, he doesn't even care.

A/N: I hoped you liked the fic. If you understand Filipino, you can check out the original version of this. I think I expressed it better in Tagalog than in English. You can look for it in my profile page. And please review. I appreciate anything but don't be too harsh, k? This is my first fanfic, well, my first English fanfic so be kind… Thanks for reading!