Disclaimer: I don't own Mai Hime
Eh...I finally get the guts to write a story and its about blood...figures xD
Blood
Blood. It was everywhere. It formed puddles of crimson on the floor, soaking into the once tan boards and filling the cracks with liquid red mortar. Splashes of scarlet colored the walls here and there; each red mark with its own rivulets obeying the law of gravity and running down to the ground. Littering the blood-soaked floor were piles of bodies like leaves after an autumn gale, steadily contributing to the rapidly spreading puddles of red.
And in the midst of it all, I stand alone, surveying my handiwork as an artist would his painting, as I am the artist that painted this scene with the blood of others. Liquefied ruby runs down my face, my arms. It stains my shirt, it stings my eyes and it's slowly dripping off me with every movement that I take. See what you have made me done, my beloved? You've made a killer out of me. But do not worry… I will come for you. Just wait a bit, Natsuki…
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