Characters: Naoki Kashima, Sakuri Kunikai
Content: The strange case of a girl whose only friend is a Fiend.
Location: Damn Swank Penthouse
Time of Day: Just after
this entry. Warnings: Lots of sorrow.
Special OOC Comment: Text in {curly braces} is in Japanese.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Why.
Naoki hugged himself against the cold. Against the anguish. Against the sorrow. Against the bereavement. Against the uncertainty. Against the tribulations.
Sakuri...you've felt it too, haven't you? The icy touch of despair...
She wants me to kill her.
Each step took an eternity to sound. The trip took much longer than he'd have thought.
At least there were no crabs around. A fight was the last thing he needed.
A halting step, an uncertain motion to the door. A wary knock.
A killer has no manners. Humans...people knock, Sakuri. That's something they do.
It's your savior. Your sad sorry savior.
Won't you please answer?
Please tell me you'll be okay.
What else can I do?
A moment passed.
Please, Sakuri...don't dig into hell.