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Guilt
Rima.
He was dreaming. In his dreams, he was running blindly... searching. He couldn't find what he was looking for, growing more and more depressed. "Shiki!" Someone screamed. He looked up. Auburn hair, cerulean eyes, creamy porcelain skin...an angel. His angel. He ran towards her but every time he got closer, she just got further from him until she faded away. "Shiki! Shiki!" She kept screaming. "Oi Shiki Senri! Wake up!" Shiki's silver eyes opened up slowly. A blond peered at him with his jade green eyes, a stupid smile plastered on his face. Takuma Ichijou. Shiki sat up, a wave of dizziness washed over him; he sank back onto his pillows. Ugh, hangover. His whole body felt weirdly numb. He flexed his fingers. Ouch. What happened? Running his hands over his tousled hair, he strained to remember. Flash backs ran through his mind. Visiting mother, blood, controlled by father, injured Rima. The face of a girl with auburn locks lingered in his mind. Touya Rima. The sudden memory triggered something in his heart. "Uh, Takuma, is Rima okay?" he asked. Takuma resisted smirking. They are just too good together. "Rima is...uh...hurt right now Shiki. You... I mean your father knocked her down quiet hard." Glimpses of his father controlling his body came to mind. Rima hurt? By me? Pain seared through his heart. Shiki stood up, not caring if his head hurt. No, Rima was way too important. Shiki practically trampled the door to get into Rima's room. She lay on her bed, unconscious. Shiki slumped down on his knees beside her bed. He gingerly traced her lips and twisted his hands around her auburn locks. Pain stabbed him in his heart, Rima, his Rima, his angel was hurt. All because of him. A tear drop fell from his eyes as he laid his head on the bed. He let his guilt swallow him up.