Scorched Shadows

by wreakhavoc

Its never been much of a heart, or much of a human. You can tell them, or you can strangle and die. Axel replies. Id choose the latter for you. R&R, no flames, drabble for axel

RATING: K+, blood.

GENRE: Drabble

Since before he can remember, he's wanted to be SOMETHING. Not this; A charmingly shadowed nobody. He wants to accept the emptiness, but can't bring himself to. Graceless fire scorches his skin, reminding him of his place.

Non-existent little nothing, nothing at all.

Shadows seem to cry. He glares and throws fire, maddened by their lack of respect for nothing, nothing at all.

Whirling his chakra, counting as it slices still air, invisible foes, and hungry shadows in unison. He gives it a flip, hoping it will return to his clothed hand, but it betrays him and cuts a thin, dainty line along his pale cheek. The warm blood seeps down his icy face, giving an odd sensation; his tongue flicks out and delicately tastes his own blood. He sets his jaw and curses aloud, angry, always angry.

He growls at the shallow, earth bound pain rushing to his blank mind. Running a hand through crimson hair, the color of fire, blood, of ME. Gives his cape a haughty pet, ridding it of unseen filth.

Once again, with the chakra, cut his spirit in two and TRY, try harder than ever to bleed away to nothing.

$$$$$Authors Note$$$$$

Heh. That was a fairly random drabble idea I wanted to do.XP