A/N: This came from a meme on LiveJournal where you put your iPod on shuffle, and write a ficlet for the first ten songs that popped up. It can be any fandom, any pairing, whatever you want, but you only have the length of the song to write it. This drabble was done using the song "Orestes" by A Perfect Circle.
Someone talks about it. An officer. He's dressed in a perfect combination of colors to show his authority, but Asato takes in none of it. The blood is bitter and metallic in his mouth, dripping from his hair and chin and his oddly steady hands. His demonically violet eyes are filmed over as if in a trance.
He'd done it. He'd really done it.
No more of Luka's disappointment. No more of her poor tired eyes, no more waiting for her to look at him and see just her little brother, just her family, not a demon, not the monster the other boys said he was—
He'd killed them all too. The gardening shears had felt so good in his hands. It should have frightened him to see the other boys all mangled and torn among the roses, their blood dripping from pure white petals… Luka's voice calling out to him to stop, to come to his senses, to realize…
To realize…
No. The right thing. He'd done the right thing. He had to make them all see that he wasn't a monster, had to destroy the people who refused to believe him. The humans that refused to believe him.
"I'm human."
The officer gives him a strange look and shakes his head, whispering something that makes the other officer shudder. Asato holds the pruning shears and a bit of Luka's hair in his hands. Curls in on himself and closes his eyes and sinks into his own guilt.
"I'm human…