By Rianne
Il n'existe pas pire punition que d'exister dans la
[noirceur
There's no worse punishment than living in the
[darkness
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It's easier to push the memories back in a far corner of your mind, try to ignore it, even though you know you can't, that it became a part of you, that you will remember it forever. It's easier to tell this story, as if it was him, and not me, because me is too painful, and him allows me too still think this hasn't happened to me, that him isn't Ichijouji Ken, that him isn't me in a bad disguise.
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His world was darkness. Over the years, it had become a part of him. Something he couldn't live without. He breathed darkness, ate darkness. He was so unaccoustumed to light, that, when it did come to him, he was blinded. This hurts, he thought. Light is not good.
He tried to avoid it, but he soon found out that he couldn't. Light was everywhere, surrounding him, trying to get inside him, even though he didn't want to. Light was cheerfulness, light was people that acknowledged him, light was everything he didn't wanted to see, because he had learned not to, because changing his ways would have been too hard. Or so he thought.
It's hard to see when it's too dark, but he never thought about it. Maybe he did not wish to see. Maybe what he'd see would wake up memories and hurt him. Maybe it would not, but he'd rather not try. Trying was already accepting something could be changed, which he didn't want.
She carried light, he thought when he saw her, and he carried darkness, like a wall he had carefully built around himself to protect him from the outside world. he didn't dare to let her close, afraid she might break the wall, let it fall in pieces to the ground. He had spent a lot of time on his armor, and didn't want it destroyed.
She was afraid too, afraid of the dark, he noticed. Darkness must have been scary to her, like a reminder that things could go wrong and that sometimes, even Inoue Miyako couldn't do a thing about it.
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Day and night almost never meet. Dawn is one of the most beautiful times of the day, when the darkness and the light melt, giving the human kind a most beautiful show. Miyako and Ken seldom saw each other, but when they did, it would be superb. A little of Miyako's light succeeded in piercing the thick walls of night that surrounded Ken, and a little darkness would brush off on her.
Soon, a little light started to permanantly shine in Ken's hideout, like a tiny candle that refuses to die. He tried to light it out, failed, and decided it would be better to keep it that way. A little candle can't do much about years and years of darkness. You can't see it from afar.
The flame grew bigger and bigger. His world, which had been so gray a few weeks back, was now a little more bright. Even though he tried hard, he couldn't keep the day from entering by his windows. He couldn't keep Myako from entering in the little door in his wall. After all, he opened it himself.
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She disappeared later that year. Some ill-intentionned gissips claims that she ran away with her fifty-year-old lover. She wasn't She was swallowed by all the darkness I decided to, one day, shove in her face to show her the world isn't as nice and shiny as she sees it. I loved her, I really did.
I'm afraid I got Ken's personality all wrong, and it bothers me. It's kind of hard to seize. ::bangs head against wall:: I hate Ken! He has no feelings whatsoever, and it annoys me. I kind of feel like I must make up some for him... bleh. Oh, yeah, and if you're reading this, please, please, please review. I like reviews, they make me feel all special an' stuff.... ^^;;;;