It had been years since any color filled those icy eyes that were trained on him. He knew it to be true. They hadn't been in any spectrum, even when they had first met. Shinya had become a vessel of false emotions with walls built higher than the Great Wall of China. Guren had to watch from the outside of the wooden door as his screams echoed into his brain like a wine stain on a white shirt. "If you were so willing to slaughter them without regret, then why can't you do the same me?" He shouted as another doctor rushed in to restrain him.
Why can't he see that I never wanted this, that I never wanted her?
Red haunted both male's dreams that night. Images of heartless manslaughter were implanted into Shinya's brain, infecting it like a virus. Limbs swung in protest and with loud cries he turned in his sleep. On the other side of the wall, Guren was in the chair, watching a pair of searing red eyes. "Oh Guren, look what has become of our dear Shinya... He's losing his sanity," she chided with a rather loud click of her tongue against her pearly fangs.
She attempted to manipulate her expressions to look more like her white-haired sibling's to further anger her host body. "You are the one who did this," he states simply, not letting his anger seep out from his lungs.
The specter danced over to his side, childlike with supposed innocence. "Whatever shall we do? We can't let my poor brother die in there, now can we?" Guren stared at her momentarily, waiting for her to continue with her speech. "How about we give him what he's asking for, hm?"
Mahiru's voice was sickeningly sweet as she brought up murdering Shinya in cold blood once more. "Absolutely not," the lieutenant replied now sounding more defensive. "You know I will never let that happen, even if I have to tear you out of my body with my own two hands."
Her bottom lip was drawn out from the upper piece. She knew that Guren would never intentionally harm Shinya. That was why her hold on his body had dissipated into thin air. Her bloodlust vanished when the end of the demon sniper rifle. Byakkomaru growled intent on protecting its wielder. The clouded remains of Guren's subconscious began to flicker as more memories roused him into reality. "Do you really have to go back? Why can't you stay here with your girlfriend like a good boy?" she questioned, wrapping her scythes around his shoulder blades. The raven-haired male was numb to her touch. He supposed this was how Shinya felt all the time. Something began to settle in the middle of his ribcage, making it feel heavy. How had the person he believed to be his closet friend in the world live like this for so long?
This life was never one I asked for.
The thumping sounds never stopped as electronic beeping offset the beats. Everything was so loud, making it impossible for his eyes to close. The small of his back didn't touch the crisp white paper beneath him. His body thrashed wildly as his lungs forced outcries of desperation. He wanted this all to stop. Even his demon was trying to fight off the infection in his head. A burning fire was lit in his throat and in his chest. All his life had been a fight for survival. From his first steps to his current second chance at life he had to fight. Eyes were pried open as another loud sound ripped out of him. "Slaughter me Guren! Save me from this never ending pain..."
Prologue End.
Author's notes:
Guren's thoughts/switch to P.O.V.
Shinya's thoughts/switch to P.O.V.