All for the Purple Rose:Kamijo

All for the Purple Rose:
Kamijo

Kamijo sat in a daze through the wake. He still couldn't get over the shock of his best friend's death. He hoped it was all just one bad dream that he would wake up from. But the longer he sat there staring at Jasmine's coffin and hearing murmured apologies and condolences, the more convinced he was that this was really happening. In some deep part of his mind he knew that Jasmine really was dead, but his heart didn't seem to be connected to his brain. Knowing that if it realized this truth it might break in two and possibly leave him incapacitated for the rest of his life.

Kamijo didn't remember walking up to the casket, but suddenly he was there staring at the peaceful form of Jasmine. He was wearing an elegant black and red dress, surrounded by hundreds of roses of every color imaginable. His eyes were lined by sparkling gems, and adorned on top of his head was an amazing headdress that consisted of red and black roses and a black and white polka dot bow. His nails were adorned with amazing stripped and swirling patterns that would make nail design lovers the world over jealous. He looked like the picture of perfection. A true rose. It made Kamijo a little sad that Jasmine wasn't wearing one of his purple outfits. Purple, in Kamijo's opinion, was the color Jasmine looked the best in. However, the funeral had happened so fast there was no way to get the outfits here in time.

Carefully taking out the purple rose he had bought specially for this event, he set it gently on Jasmine's chest, sliding it underneath his hands making it look as though he were someone from a fairy tale, waiting for a kiss from his true love to wake him up. However, no matter how many times anyone kissed him, he didn't wake up. Once Jasmine had even that little amount of purple on his person, he looked more like himself. Kamijo had grown so used to seeing Jasmine in purple, that it just looked wrong if he wasn't wearing it somewhere on him.

In a way Kamijo blamed himself for Jasmine's death. Was there something more he could have done that would have made Jasmine able to stay in this beautiful world for just a little while longer?  The world made Jasmine look beautiful, or was it more accurate to say Jasmine made the world beautiful. His smile was infectious, causing anyone who saw it to smile themselves, even if they didn't want to. His caring personality made it easy for Kamijo to talk to him about anything. He had lost track of how many times Jasmine had saved him with just his smile. No matter how hard or difficult the world seemed to get he could always count on Jasmine to make it better again.

He remembered the last heartfelt talk he had with Jasmine. Slowly he leaned down to whisper in Jasmine's ear with as much conviction as his body could muster through his tear streaked face,

"Do you remember the thing we talked about last month? You can rest and sleep in peace because I'll grant our promise for sure."

"You...good night..."