Suggested Listening: Stockholm Syndrome-Muse
We gave up everything.
We are the type of hero you read about, the ones you admire so much. The ones who give up everything-their heart, their life, their death.
The used.
I suppose I'm bitter. The memories cut at me like knives, but the pain fades if you don't pay attention.
She lies on the ground, a stain, a symbol. That's all we are to these men now. Burdens of guilt and regret.
I wipe the blood from her lips and worry at the katana wound in her belly.
He missed her heart.
I cut my own finger and smear blood beneath her eyes, her lips. A small pink tongue flicks out and licks the hatred from my fingers, taking comfort from it.
Taste it.
She does. She is drinking me, drinking everything I am.
I fall into her.
She screams.
A/N: Well now. IzunaxSakura for the win, yes?