Rokuro's POV

It hurts, I felt as though my world is on fire. I smelt the flames burning around me, and tears flowed out of my eyes. No words could described how I scared I felt, I was so scared I was cutting my right arm off. I screamed, and no one could hear me, blood poured out of my shoulder, it was agonizing, but I didn't care. I needed my right arm to come off, it wasn't my arm any more. I closed my eyes, and prayed that it was just a dream, a nightmare I could wake up from, but this was reality. I opened my eyes, and stared at my inhuman arm, laying on the floor. No matter where I looked, I only saw hell, flames everywhere, and bloody corpses laying everywhere. I fell on my knees, praying for forgiveness.

"Forgive me… oh god please forgive me." I whispered. "Ami… Tetsuji… Hikari… Yuno… Ruri… Takumi… Keisuke… Shizuku… Eiko… Keito… Yuki… Tsukasa… Masato… Shunpei… Chieko… Kacchan… Tatsuya… Yuuto… please forgive me. Like hell… I could be the strongest exorcist."

I had no idea how long I cried, it felt like hours, maybe days, but the tears won't stop. My world became silent, I wanted to die, I wanted the pain to stop.

"…kuro… Rokuro… ROKURO!" I heard a voice, I turned my head and I saw them, my teacher, Seigen Amawaka, and gramps, Zenkichi Otomi. "What happened?"

I didn't respond, I just stared at the floor. It wasn't long before Seigen grabbed my collar.

"Oi, idiot pupil, what happened? Where is everyone?" growled Seigen. It was then my eyes poured like a river, and I shivered like an Earthquake. Gramps was about to stop Seigen, but I didn't even care.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed. "I'm sorry… it's my fault… it's all my fault…I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

I apologized countless times, I don't remember anything after that. I was taken to Seiko dormitory, where my foster brother, Ryougo Natsuji lived. I was given a new arm, but I didn't want it. I banged on the ground constantly. It hurt too much, no matter how much I hated that arm, I had to accept it was a part of me. It was then my gramps came into my room.

"Rokuro… are you okay?" I didn't reply, I wasn't in the mood for comfort. I turned and saw a black talisman, and by instinct I smacked it away from me.

"Keep that paper away from me." I hissed.

"…Rokuro…this talisman is what seals your arm, and unleashes it. I won't ask you to become an exorcists again, all I'm asking you to do is hold onto it." Zenkichi placed the black talisman on the floor next to me. He walked out of the room, and all I could do was stare at the floor. Eventually I grabbed the talisman out of rage, I felt my blood boiling, I wanted to rip this talisman into shreds, but something wouldn't let me. I had heard voices in my head.

'Don't Rokuro! That's Tsukasa!'

'Why did you kill them?! We could have saved them!'

'Rokuro, no matter what happens, live!'

'Why?! WHY KEITO?!'

'NO! NOT ME! NOT ME TOO!'

'Kick some impurities for us, will ya.'

'Please! Stop Yuuto!'

'I wish I was stronger.'

'Roku, no matter what happens, we'll always be friends.'

'I love you, Rokuro.'

I snapped back into reality, with tears raining from my eyes. I shivered, I cursed myself for being able to rip this piece of paper.

"Ami… everyone… forgive me… I don't… have the right to become a exorcists… and I don't want to be."