A/N: For the last time, same warnings and I still don't own D. Gray-man.
Hello and welcome to the last chapter of Bushido, I hope all of you who followed this enjoyed it and a very belated but happy Yullen week to everyone.
I'm going to leave the talking to the end so here it goes!
Without further ado, Do (totally not pronounced differently...)!
He was taught to live and die by the way.
But Kanda Yu had been taught to be many things.
He was taught that he was to do what someone else thought was best. To follow the way that had been laid out before him, a path that he had chosen and to follow it regardless of any attractive forks along the trail.
He was taught to be a good man.
To be good was to be bound to these virtues.
To be willing to die for something that you hate.
To follow the right path, even if it was the loneliest.
To cause the suffering of your miserable soul.
To expose your true feelings though they will be shot down and left to bleed.
To inspire all who laid eyes on your fabricated form.
To cling to tradition where you've been offered something much more desirable to embrace.
To leave life and leap into the dark, cold unknown.
To be good was to relinquish all hope for something far greater than redemption or virtue.
To be good was to cover what you really are, what you really want.
Kanda cut through the cloud of dust viciously and came face to face not with a Noah with a perm, but with a moyashi with a martyr complex. The dust fell away in the instant the moyashi called his name. Their eyes locked and he was once again glaring into those naïve eyes.
The shriek of steel interjected and exposed the scene for what it was, a wrecked and desolate battlefield. The veil of dusty air had lifted and in its stead another mask was donned, a mask of virtue, made to lie. A mask that starred in a play of warriors without passion or sin.
A mask that was to never be removed, lest it reveal the actors for what they were.
"This is supposed to be a touching reunion..."
He was taught to live and die by the way, not to walk his own.
But Kanda had already defied many things.
He was taught to never find his own path to follow. To never stray down one of those misleading trails, never to return. And he didn't.
He took only the path that led to that wandering child.
He was taught to never fall to the sins of man.
But to be sinful was to be free from a hateful way.
To be allowed to be loyal to another.
To forget what you hated and hold what you wanted.
To spend the rest of your life a happy fool.
To keep others from bitter tears with secret smiles.
To ignite care in the eyes of those close enough to see your sins and shadows.
To vanish in a summer mist of passion and bliss.
To have the miracles and lures of the tragic world you know.
But to be sinful was to know the feel of that sin.
To be sinful was to be but a man.
Blinded by the brightness of the Ark's streets as it trickled through the cracks of the dark doorways, Kanda stepped into the scene. Krory was unconscious and heavy on his shoulder. Lavi was being his usual bouncy self and shouting at the top of his lungs while Chaoji stared at him with a faintly disturbed expression. Lenalee and the moyashi were nowhere in sight. A deep wave of dread crashed down upon him and pinned his throat to the bottom of his gut.
Where was that stupid moyashi? The moyashi who never cried or killed for himself? The moyashi who only ever smiled and saved?
The moyashi who he supposedly hated.
A dark, troubled sky of loss and sorrow, then a trickle of sunshine as they heard that voice break through the clouds and shatter their sinless masks.
A voice that showed that they were not passionless warriors, but men.
And with a simple sin, he was free.
"The moyashi's voice descends from the sky..."
He was taught to follow the way.
But he wanted to be at his side walking down that long and winding road.
So was it any wonder that he ultimately submitted to those ways of treason, selfishness, foolishness, lies, dishonour, passion and tragedy, when they were all the ways that led to him?
"Tch, don't be stupid, moyashi."
The words are nothing…
"The name's Allen…BaKanda."
A/N: WOOT! It's done, I am so proud of myself! Please leave your reviews, I'd love to hear what you've thought of this drabble-fic. Thanks to everyone who has supported this story so far, I adore you all, truly, I do.
Okay, so now for the blurb, I was unsure of this story at the beginning, but I'm very glad I did it now that it's done so thank you. In my nit-picky view I felt that this chapter was a tad too mushy, but I'm going to allow it because we had so much development.
Anyways I hope you liked my Yullen week themes of loyalty/treason, righteousness/selfishness, compassion/foolishness, sincerity/dishonesty, honour/disgrace, respect/passion and bravery/tragedy, they really are a handful.
Yay for anyone who likes the Beatles and the Long and Winding Road, my mother used to play it all the time...
I hope everyone's satisfied with the length, though I think it's a tad too long for the purpose of a drabble, but hey, it's an epilogue.
Also, if you would like to see more of me, I have a poll on my profile for what oneshot you guys would like me to post in the near future, summaries are in the profile!
Hopefully this was a good read for you guys, I'd love to hear from all of you!
Everyone say bye-bye to Bushido!
A happy unhello to you all ~ moontoga29