Will you love me…
...Even with my dark side?
|At 12 years old.|
"To breathe is an illusion," The black haired girl started, monotonously. "Thus, we are never breathing. We are never free."
The teacher glared at Ara, then glancing to her other, 'counterpart', just as she expected he looked to the teacher, and began to speak.
"To breathe is to be true." The white haired boy continued, adding in and carrying on the conversation. "We are never true. We are never true to ourselves, and we hide behind facades." He gave a small nod to Ara. She gave a small encouraging nod back. He continued with a deep breath, unsure how approving his teacher would be of his synopsis.
But at the same time, not really caring.
"If we could breathe, we would go right back into the safety of not breathing; we'd continue to be in an illusion," He concluded, adding in shortly after.
"Because we are not true."
The class the two stood in front of was silent, they watched in awe of their defiance. The assignment was to show off their opinions of breathing.
"Ara and Ciel, go to the principal's office NOW!" The teacher demanded, obviously displeased with their actions.
"Eh, let's go, Ara." The young boy named Ciel held an arm out to her, swiftly nodding and waited for Ara to grab his arm. Ara decided to leave in a memorable departure, so she happily took his arm and the two bounded down the hall.
Ara looked to Ciel, a slight grin of pleasure plastered her face. "Mmm, she did ask our opinions." She said, slight dissatisfaction in her voice as they both walked further down the hall.
Ciel stared at Ara, she paused to look back at him. When she had noticed his staring he gave a swift smile, looking forward again, we both then began to walk again. It was in that moment Ciel knew he'd stop at nothing to protect her.
"Ara," Ciel asked, stopping once again as he wanted to savor the moment. His pace began to decrease and so did Ara's. She curiously looked to Ciel "Yes-" she paused, her phone gave a short ring as she politely excused herself, backing up quickly she flipped out the small ringing thing and answered. Ciel looked to Ara expectantly, waiting for a reason as to what the call was about.
"Hello?" Ara asked the caller, A quick response was given before her eyes widened and her knees went weak. "W-we'll be... right there..." Ara mumbled, shaken up.
Slowly she closed the phone, Ciel guessed the other line hung up. Ara looked away to the ground, tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, she was set on looking away to the floor.
Ciel took concern in this and stepped closer, comforting her. He slid his hand around her waist and embraced her in a hug.
She dropped the phone, feeling his hands and sniffles in reply. "What's wrong?" Ciel's voice was smooth and caring. "My mother..." She trailed off quivering as she stepped out of his hug, wanting to feel it more, she wanted his warmth more, but needing to explain.
Ara took a deep breath, to hold back the lingering tears. "S-she's dead..." She looked Ciel in the eyes for the first time in five minutes. His caring grin faded into a frown of sympathy.
"He killed h-her."
Rage whipped into Ciel. "Your father actually-"
He stopped at the cruel look in her eyes.
From that day on, Sakra and Dread were inseparable as always; but different.