Disclaimer:I don't own any HxH characters or anything,okay?
Rating: T
A/N: This fic is about HxH characters, their lives, thoughts, blah blah blah. So plz people, R&R, I'm a beginner and this is my first fic, I need some support, okay? Btw, flames r accepted. All criticism is accepted. Note: There maybe grammar mistakes… 4give me plz.
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Thoughts About Our Lives
# 1: Hisoka
Who cares?
Who cares about your life?
Who cares if you were an orphan?
Who cares if you lost your parents?
Who cares if you spent your childhood without a bread crumb to satisfy your hunger?
Who cares if you spent that so-called precious childhood of yours among thugs and criminals?
Who cares if you're on a constant killing spree?
Who cares if you play games with others?
Who cares about your love or hatred?
Who cares if you're good or bad?
Who cares if you're dead or alive?
Who cares about your life?
Who loves you?
Does anyone even love you?
Does anyone even care if you end up dying in a trashcan?
You're just a bad dream to others…
You may love some people, though this may be rare,
Yet no one cares about you or your love.
You're resented, scorned, hated, feared,
Everyone loathes you and despises you,
Yet you laugh,
You make them think they're useless,
But are they really useless?
Ha ha… Don't lie to yourself…
No creature is useless in this world…
You're the only living thing on earth that breaks this universal rule,
You're the only one who's useless.
What was your use to people?
You killed them…
Is that of any use for people?
Well, maybe,
Only for souls that are sick of their miserable existence
For those who hate their life and simply want to give it up, but were not having the courage to do so…
But you saved them…
You saved them from that dilemma
Of living their miserable life or letting it go,
You just killed those and gave them rest from their thoughts.
Yes, you have saved them…
But who would save you?
They maybe sick of their life and everything in it,
But no one will ever be a sick as you are.
You're always looked down upon with despise or fear,
But no one has ever regarded you with sympathy…
And you need that…
You need someone to pity your pathetic soul.
The pathetic heart that lies in your sinewy, muscular, strong chest.
Strong? Says who?
No people, I'm weak…
I'm weaker than my card pyramids,
These cards which fall when I lay my finger on them
And I watch them fall…
Same way, if anyone touched the weak part in my soul, deep down,
I fall…
And you all will watch me fall…
Like my card pyramids.
A/N: So, guys… This is the first chapter. As you all noticed, its genre is angst, like most of my future fics. I never expected my first fic will be angst, but..um..ahem..well, I found out that I was really bad at other genres and I am better at angst.Anyway, plz review. Stay tuned for chapter two. Bye !