Okayyyyy. I knooooowwwww people have a hatred for OCs. But this one will not be a Mary Sue. She will be a bitch. Well. I guess she will be kind in her own way. But she's still crazy. I absolutely love Toto, and I actually like Minatsuki after her initial bitchyness. This character will be bisexual. If you have a problem with it, I really don't want to here it. Sorry. It's short. It's late at night. I promise I'll go back and edit and stuff. DD; The second chappie will be third person. I just wanted to try first person, because I haven't written this way for a while.

Sympathy

His laugh rings throughout the metal wonderland, skipping and spinning in glee as he goes. His teasing, playful nature a front for his false memories and personality. Running, chasing, playing he spreads 'love' throughout the wondrous prison, imagination filled with twisted toys. Stumbling across the corpses with a catlike grace; painting pictures with his blood-stained footsteps. He's not as he was before. He's different now-not even of the same mind, all because of him. I cannot avert my eyes, though, for he has the same body. I want nothing more than to touch him; to feel the contours of his body. Somehow... I find myself falling in love the stranger inside him.

His haunting golden eyes bare no similarities to his previous persona, but I am unable to be drawn from him. The man taints me with his poisons and I am all too willing to follow. He's beautiful despite his mad sense and chaotic personality; his mind a train of chaos and instability. I admire him, despite his cruelty, trust him despite his apathy and love him despite his selfishness. He's mad and wonderful; just like this prison. The mad man begins growing on me. I stop caring what he does-who he harms. I find myself accepting his every action, for he looks like the person I used to love and is the person I currently love. This is most likely an excuse as I don't want to love a monster like him. But one cannot help falling in love with someone... right?

This is apparent as my friend comments, "I don't understand what you can see in him." Minatsuki scoffs, watering her primroses, only a sliver of attention spent on me, "Mockingbird is a dick."

I can't help but agree with her as I avert my gaze and lean back further onto the bed, staring up at the white ceiling of her room. The truth is that I don't understand what I see in him, either. I did not continue to love him because he used his body. I simply noticed him because of that fact. I fell in love with him on my own. Unfortunately, there is no one to blame for this but myself. Unfortunately... I now consider that there is a blame in the simple act of loving someone.

I sigh and take my dagger from the holster in my belt, spinning it as I take the case off. I stare at my hand for a moment before drawing the fine metal along my flesh, not flinching as I feel the alien sensation of something inside me. She looks at me, arching an eyebrow but says nothing except, "Don't make a mess. I'll gut you if you ruin my sheets." before returning to her precious life forms.

I mold the blood that comes out, twisting and playing with the red fluid, admiring it lovingly as it curls around my forearm. I smile, appreciating the stark contrast between the two. White and red, beside one another, just like his clothing. Minatsuki stares at me, a disapproving frown growing on her face.

"He's a selfish bitch, and girlie-looking." I give her a knowing smile. "So are you. Ever notice how I love you anyway?" I then close my eyes, giving myself the opportunity to concentrate on our conversation. I know the words upset her, but I continue on. "Whether you believe me or not, I'm not your mother. I'm not going to leave you."

I feel the sharp pain of her whips along my skin and her hands tightly around my neck. I open my eyes calmly gazing at a girl, wild and enraged. She's breathing heavily and her eyes are wide with anger. I cock my head and point to the flowers.

"Would they really like to see this?" I laugh as she grits her mouth and slaps me. "It's okay, Mina. It's just me. Chicks before dicks." I mutter, twisting my jaw with my hand to crack my neck. She narrows her eyes before dragging her whip across my throat. "That wound will scar." she grins. I lower my eyelids, glowering down as blood blossoms from my neck. "You can never forget me, now."

The corners of her lips curl upwards and my eyebrows arch up in questioning. "Aroused?" Minatsuki looks away, neither confirming nor denying the accusation. I look at her curiously chuckling at her being bashful. "I'll take care of it." I whisper, before bruising her own throat with kisses.

My vision is hazy and I can barely breathe. My lungs burn as I run to him, legs throbbing. I drag my dagger along the outside of my forearm and let the blood gush from the wound, grinning as it forms a shield in front of me, allowing me to continue running, spikes shooting out of the shield like arrows.

An instant death.

All of a sudden I'm a murderer.

And I don't mind.

He laughs and gets back up, wiping the blood from his mouth, one eye swollen and body purpling from broken blood vessels. I stand in front of him, weak and arrogant, even though my body aches and I'm littered with scars. I let out a shuddering breath, hands shaking as the red liquid slips down my arm. I try and swallow air, but my stomach aches the second my diaphragm moves. The blood that pooled in my hand branches out, forming a twisted sort of katana, parts of the blade jutting out in random directions.

I look up at him, a small smile on my blood soaked lips and slam my foot into Senji's stomach. "No mercy, Senji." He winces and gasps as he collapses on the ground. I purse my lips, trying to hold back a giggle, but I can't help it. I burst into a fit to a fit of laughter, holding my waist as I bend over, sword waving in random directions as my insanity takes over. It's so incredibly funny!

"Oh, Senji-chan! You're my pride and joy! So much fun!" I exclaim, grinding my foot further into his chest till I suddenly feel a sharp pain. Dizzy with blood loss and foggy-headed, I glance towards the man underneath me and find that he's grinning. My lips part in slight surprise. "Invisible Black." he chokes out. My eyes lower in irritation as I follow the train of blood to the red blade in my arm. Angry, I place another foot on him and crouch down to his level, gently taking the blade from my right arm.

"You have some nerve, Senji. Some nerve. You're going to pay for this." I hiss, punching him in the eye, knuckles stinging. "I'm very, very angry, right now!"

More... more. I'll end up breaking him. But it's fine, though. Our minds are all broken anyway. It's part of the definition of, 'deadmen'.

It's minutes before I stop beating the poor man. I regained some sense as I punished him, face blank and thoughts running rampant. The desire to lap up the sanity, make myself feel better, deny my instincts grows with every scar. But this pain tastes so good. I'm horrified and completely desensitized as I realize: I like the hurt.

"It feels good, doesn't it, Senji?" He laughs, face barely recognizable. "You're such a sore loser! You always do this when someone attacks you." I chuckle, a frown tugging at my lips. Even now, I wish for a certain kind of humanity. One I had lost. Life is so bittersweet here in Deadman Wonderland. I hop off him, then offer my hand, grinning at him.

"I've ruined your arm for a while." he says dryly, studying it with his left eye. I give a delicate shrug and smirk.

"I've ruined your face for a while, too, Senji. Whatever will you do, now?" He gives a rich laugh, teeth glinting on the fluorescent light of the weight room and takes my hand as I try to pull him up, wincing as I do so.

"Strong for a little girl."

I ignore him and move my wrists in circles, testing them to see if they're working properly. "You asshole!" I hissed, "You got my right arm-that has my dominant hand, you know." I glare at the limb, grudgingly for a few more moments before I sigh and walk over to the door, grumpy and injured, barely glancing at my reflection in the mirrored walls. It can't be pretty.

"Come on. We need to go get repaired."

His eyebrows arch in surprise at my word choice. "Repaired?"

"We're broken. We need to be repaired." I say simply, eyes closed. I'm so tired. So, so tired. Tired of fighting and tired of living and tired of dying every damn day in this godforsaken wonderland. I want to close my eyes and not wake up to a penalty game, to just live without being so on edge. But what would I do? What would I do if I never had to worry about anything? I can't imagine it. I've never had the luxury of such moments in my life. Worry, worry, worry. It makes up 99% of my lifestyle and 100% of my mind. Cracked worries and irrational emotions plague my existence.

"H-h-hey! Your clothes!" I turn around, to see Senji pointing at me, face burning, splayed fingers covering his wide eyes.

"Your clothes are nearly falling off!"

I look down at said clothes to find them torn in random places, soaked with blood, cleavage almost visible.

"Fuck my life."

I hate explaining things. But if you notice the 'murdering' concept, and don't understand it, I'm willing to explain it. Essentially everytime Arania turns into this 'monster' as she sees herself, she's killing a little part of who she was before going to Deadman Wonderland.