A/N: I don't know where this idea came from but I do know that I'm crazy for doing it. Flames are accepted mainly because I would. This sucks. Reviews are always loved!
Yes, I did fall in love with him. But some would wonder how?Right?
I'm not going to answer that question, nope, not now.
What i am going to tell you is how the one I loved fell for the one that killed me. And yes, that was no mistake. My tourniquet fell in love with my killer.
It all happened too fast to catch. Why was I so stupid! Why didn't I figure it out from the beginning? I should have seen the glint in his eyes every time they met under the worst circumstances. I should have seen how they would get so close but my love was never able to kill him just yet. Even if he was human he wasn't so strong as to escape him every single time. But I didn't. I didn't see his heart yearning for my murderer, I didn't see there hidden passion for one another. I never saw love.
Thats how I ended up here. Thats how I ended up slowly dying in this terribly cold building. I'm bleeding now too. HA! Yes Shinigami do bleed... to some point.
Now you ask 'why' huh? Well your really a baka if you didn't know.
How... how could he do that to me? How could he almost pull me from the dark then drop me to be with the one that put me in the dark in the first place? How could he dump me for the one that cursed me to my last breathe? humph. I guess that answer was simple enough.
"Hisoka... I don't know how to say this but... I'm in love with... with..."
I guess you all know where that conversation ended, right? I remember crying that night. So... so many tears. I never cried after that. I became numb from the world. I grow cold from the warmth that he once gave me. So cold that the blood that still stain my wrist. I don't feel the pain. Not anymore.
I wonder if your laughing at me now. If you are, you shouldn't. Loving the way I do isn't a laughing matter.
They weren't suppose to fall in love. They were meant to hate each other. They were meant to hate... hate... HATE.
I should have known better than to think that he was there to be my saver. I should have known than to think I was going to see his face everyday. I should have told him how I felt...
...and now I'm dying...
...and now I'm hurting...
...and now, and now...
Author's Note: Worthless, I know. To say the truth I don't think that was angsty enough. I really don't know why I wrote this... dearie dearie me. I guess this was the only thing I could think of while trying to update "The Only One" . OK what ever! Reviews are loved!