A/N: this was based off of the song "Festival of Asylum", and if you haven't heard it and understood it, then maybe you should do so before reading. Oneshot..
"Can I tell you something…?"
He looked at her, probably not comprehending her words. His eyes were only bloodthirsty. His features were impassive.
"I… love you," she whispered, and with a fluid, almost elegant motion, picked up her gun and thrust it in front of him.
"What are you doing?" he asked her. It wasn't his voice. It wasn't a human voice.
She closed her eyes, trying to persuade herself that she could kill him. He wasn't a human anymore. Those horrifyingly red eyes were proof that hatred had possessed him, become him, and she could not change him…
She could do it. It wasn't a human. This thing had no name. It was a Masked Devil, nothing more.
So then she screamed to shatter the silence, to stop the wind rushing through her hair as she stood on the top of the building, to pause the cars beneath them. "K – Kaito!"
She pulled the gun's trigger, her fingers driven by evil and cruelty. Blood sprayed into the air and splattered the night sky. She felt it on her face – the awful warmth that meant Kaito was still a human.
Before her, Kaito's body crumpled to the cold ground, gasping for life. Unable to stand back up, Kaito merely reached for the crimson blooming from his wound for assurance that he was dying. His eyes, now full of emotion, roved Miku's visage until he met her gaze.
"Don't look at me!" she screeched, and let herself fall to the concrete in despair. She reached out for Kaito's face, and placed her hands over his eyes so she could not see them.
"Miku…" he tried to pull her hands off of him so he could see her.
"No!" She wanted to feel his skin a little longer; she did not want to see his eyes. He was losing his human warmth now.
"I love…" he choked out, and more liquid wetted her hand. He took his last breath, and his head flopped to the side limply.
Gingerly, Miku removed her hand to stare into his glossy gaze. Tears began to pour down her cheeks as she realized. His eyes were so blue, so perfectly blue.
Suddenly, her fingertips began to tingle. The tingling overtook her fingers, her arms, her chest, her legs, her whole body. And then, the body in front of her was someone else's, one she'd never known. She had only murdered it blindly out of hate.
She noticed for what felt like the first time that there was a gun in her hand. Holding it in front of her, she caressed its black, sleek shape, feeling that it was leading her somehow. An unholy desire – no, a burning – ignited within her heart, a fire lit within her soul. She wanted to kill, so badly. Her body ached with the passion.
Peering over the edge of the building she stood on the roof of, Miku observed the people driving below in their cars. Honking, bustling, speaking, breathing. She wanted them to suffer.
When morning had finally cracked, the sun shone upon a gory scene. Along the streets, a scarlet pool spread from a sea of bodies, all blank-faced and wide-eyed. Some were slumped against buildings, others sprawled on the ground, but none of them were alive.
No cars honked in this city now, nobody traversed the sidewalk, and nobody chatted to a friend. The only sound came from a murmuring voice. The murmuring turned into giggling, the giggling into demonic shrieks of laughter.
The manic sound came from a girl with long green hair, who as she laughed, surveyed the dead. She held a gun in her right hand with her arm raised in triumph, as if it signified victory of some kind. In her left hand she held a strange black mask, and her eyes were red as blood.