Can't stop this horrible feeling...
Characters: Miharu Rokujo (wish_granting) and Rise Kujikawa (forthecamera) and later also Yukimi Kazuhiko (nololiplz).
Location: Outside somewhere; Kinda hidden.
Rating: G - PGish.
Time: After this.
Description: Miharu just realized that he erased a person. Emo ensues.
Running was his specialty. Running was cowardly one could say, but at the moment, Miharu was very happy that he was quick, that it could feel like he was simply flying when he ran. He needed to run, even though he didn't know where he was going. Colors were blurred and he wasn't even sure which direction he was heading in, simply changing directions every now and then to avoid crashing into someone. His eyes were stinging. Tears were running down his face, not stopping and soft whimpers and sobs escaped him between heavy panting as he ran as fast as he could, to a destination he didn't know.
Turning to run through an alley, he suddenly tripped over a bottle that someone had thrown to the side, falling forward and landing painfully on the ground, knees scraped up and bleeding as well as his hands. It hurt, but... He didn't care. That empty feeling inside him, the realization that he had erased someone hurt so much more. He had used the Shinrabansho and erased a person. A person.... He had... Killed? Had he killed someone? No... If he'd just killed someone, then he'd remember, right? He had erased someone's existence, yet... A shadow was still there. A ghost of a memory that he could no longer see even if he knew it was supposed to be there.
Pulling himself up, he stumbled over to a wall, sliding down into a sitting position between two garbage cans, curling up into a little ball, hugging himself tightly as his body trembled and he tried to keep the tears in, desperately trying to wipe the tears away with the back of his hands. They wouldn't stop. Just kept escaping his eyes and he had to bite his lip so he wouldn't cry out, so he wouldn't scream, yet whimpers and sobs kept escaping him, and he clenched his eyes shut as his body shook with every sob he tried to hard to suppress.
He had erased someone. He'd done something like that. That was why he couldn't remember, why he'd felt like his head had been ran over with a truck when he first woke here. Someone's life... Someone's existence had ended. Because of him...
Location: Outside somewhere; Kinda hidden.
Rating: G - PGish.
Time: After this.
Description: Miharu just realized that he erased a person. Emo ensues.
Running was his specialty. Running was cowardly one could say, but at the moment, Miharu was very happy that he was quick, that it could feel like he was simply flying when he ran. He needed to run, even though he didn't know where he was going. Colors were blurred and he wasn't even sure which direction he was heading in, simply changing directions every now and then to avoid crashing into someone. His eyes were stinging. Tears were running down his face, not stopping and soft whimpers and sobs escaped him between heavy panting as he ran as fast as he could, to a destination he didn't know.
Turning to run through an alley, he suddenly tripped over a bottle that someone had thrown to the side, falling forward and landing painfully on the ground, knees scraped up and bleeding as well as his hands. It hurt, but... He didn't care. That empty feeling inside him, the realization that he had erased someone hurt so much more. He had used the Shinrabansho and erased a person. A person.... He had... Killed? Had he killed someone? No... If he'd just killed someone, then he'd remember, right? He had erased someone's existence, yet... A shadow was still there. A ghost of a memory that he could no longer see even if he knew it was supposed to be there.
Pulling himself up, he stumbled over to a wall, sliding down into a sitting position between two garbage cans, curling up into a little ball, hugging himself tightly as his body trembled and he tried to keep the tears in, desperately trying to wipe the tears away with the back of his hands. They wouldn't stop. Just kept escaping his eyes and he had to bite his lip so he wouldn't cry out, so he wouldn't scream, yet whimpers and sobs kept escaping him, and he clenched his eyes shut as his body shook with every sob he tried to hard to suppress.
He had erased someone. He'd done something like that. That was why he couldn't remember, why he'd felt like his head had been ran over with a truck when he first woke here. Someone's life... Someone's existence had ended. Because of him...