Mar 24, 2009 22:44
[[Privacy: Open. Poor Hakkai doesn't know that everyone can see this.]]
"N-no-- Somebody he--" Choking sounds.
He glances down coldly as he lets the youkai corpse drop to the floor, its blood pooling with the many other corpses' blood on the ground. Blood is spattered on his clothing, his face.
Static. "Look, Kanan. You always said you liked my hands."
He leans against the wall, looking up at his blood-covered hands. Smiling. "But now... I went and bathed them in red."
More static. A woman behind bars; he reaches out to her.
"I'm so sorry, Kanan! For everything! L-let's go home, okay? I promise I'll protect you."
"...It's too late. All right?"
More static. "Unless the legend happens to be true. That a human who bathes in the blood of a thousand youkai can become a youkai himself."
Blood splatters down upon his back. "I may just be the thousandth youkai... Sir Youkai Killer."
Static again. The woman looks up at him and smiles, tears running down her face.
"Goodbye, Gonou." And then she stabs his knife into her stomach.
Someone kill me.
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He jerks awake, breathing heavily. Then he leans back and sighs heavily.
When will he be able to stop dreaming about it?