Title: Just another day…
A/N: Please… have mercy on my soul… I know I suck…
My hand goes through his chest; making a hole on the left side of that built of his. Bull's eye right at the heart.
He chokes.
He gasps.
The poor soul's head arcs up to the sky with eyes shaped as big as the moon with disbelief written all over his face.
And then, he dies.
As I pull out my hand from his upper body he falls haplessly to the floor like a doll. I smiled as I wiped the blood from my drenched digits with a handkerchief.
He was just another victim in the lonely streets of this corrupted city called Tokyo.
He was just another sacrifice to 'that' tree.
But I can't help but notice something about his features.
So familiar… no, it can't be.
I must be hallucinating from all of this. It seems strange that my guilt just caught up with me now.
You know the whole… 'Your sins will just grow and grow until it drowns you in all the blood of your victims and all you can do is scream and shout bloody hell as you try your best to get out of it. But the intensity is so great that you can do nothing but go down with it all…'
Wait… that didn't make much sense now, did it?
Whatever, but why is it that my victims now a days looks like my precious little Subaru-kun?
Oh please, if it was all about the 'drown in your sins' thing, that is just pathetically cliché.
I just shake my head.
This was just another day in the life of Sakurazuka Seishirou.