Sveglati nel core
furie d'un alma offessa
a far d'un traditor
aspra vendetta
-Handel
"He doesn't deserve it," he thought to himself. "He doesn't deserve one iota of peace." That horrible traitor who had destroyed a young boy's whole world would pay. Thoughts of sweet, delicious revenge danced through his brain, twisting the words around in his head: "For hurting you, he will pay..."
A/N: Yet another attempt at a drabble. Actually it's a half drabble, fifty words exactly (not counting the Italian lyrics that inspired this, and the author's note, of course). Playing with Enishi-chan's mindset for fun. This was written during my Economics class, and hasn't been betaed. Comments and criticisms are kindly accepted.
EDIT: A huge thank you to misaoshiru for pointing out that I can't spell to save my life! Spelling errors now fixed!