Hey guys! Sorry I havnt posted in a while. I recently got into Kuroshitsuji, so here is my first Kuro fanfic!
I really love Alois, and honestly think he is very misunderstood. I had to get my feelings out, so here this is! I hope you guys like it.
Look at him in all his glory. Everyone wants him to be happy and safe. They all care about his pretty little eye-patch.
Like I care about that bastard.
But then again, who cares about my opinion? Who wants me to be happy? And safe?
I wish I could say.
Why would someone care about me? I wouldn't care about me.
I get so lonely, knowing no one cares. It's like, I try so hard to be what people want me to be, and no one takes notice.
Funny, I keep saying "no one" like there should be someone. But maybe I'm better off being alone.
The way Claude looks at me makes me want to die. He sees me as a meal, a delicious main course. Then again, I suppose that's what I get for making a deal with a demon.
I hate getting looked at like I'm nothing, like I don't belong. Like I'm here for someone else's pleasure. But maybe I am.
I just want someone to care, to try and make me happy. That's all I want. Nothing more. Is that really too much to ask for?
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to die at my own hands. Maybe I'll try it someday. Or maybe I don't even have the courage to do that…
My mother did.
I wonder what it's like to die. Is it painful? Or is it blissful? My parents would know. They would tell me all about it if they were still here. Telling me the stories of what it was like. Only for my own curiosity. Only because I asked. But they rant here. They can't tell me. I won't know what my mother and father thought in their dying moments.
Luka and I would sit around and talk about it forever. He would tell me all about it. The feeling, the pain. And he would do it with that childishly happy face. The one he always wore.
But he isn't here either. He is gone too. Along with my happiness.
Putting on a happy face, laughing and smiling, trying to fool the world. No one's buying it anyway. So why keep trying?
To try and fool myself.
I want people to feel the same pain I feel. That's why I am so mean. I don't want to hurt people; I want them to feel pain. It isn't much different now that I think about it. It's pathetic.
I'm pathetic.
I just want someone to help me remember true happiness. Someone who can show me real bliss.
People don't know how I feel. They don't get it. So I sit, and I cry. Waving Claude off when he walks in to check on me. Why does he do that? It's not like he actually cares.
What am I?
A joke…or
Pathetic...or
Broken…or
Weak….
Or all of them.
Maybe I am just misunderstood.
Misunderstood?
Misunderstood is an understatement at best.
well what did you guys think? this is my first 'sad' story, so i was afraid it was a little to...erm...whiny perhaps? I dont know. i love Alois, and i think he deserves more love. i think he is just so sad.
Anyway! hope you guys enjoyed it, and hope it made you sad ;) Thanks!