Warning: Uh...strange-ness?
Disclaimer: Ugh...don't own WK...so tired...::passes out::
Feedback: Greatly appreciated. Criticism is good. Suggestions better. Heck, I'll take anything.
Whoa...I can't believe I wrote a sequel. I can't believe I wrote another story that didn't continue on into infinity. Eh. Blame it on the elves in my head. They made me write it, though I can't say I'm very satisfied with it.
Elf #1: You're never satisfied with anything.
Oh, shut up.
Elf #1: ::rasberry::
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The moon hung like a giant disc in the night sky, peering through the glass into my room, shedding light into my dark solitude. There was never darkness without light, no matter how hard one tried. I found a smile forming on my lips. How strange, that such an action was no longer foreign to me, but it seemed so far away and quickly died.
"Oni-chan, what did you do while I was asleep?"
"I arranged flowers."
"What kind of flowers?"
"All kinds."
"Did you work alone?"
"...no..."
"Who else work with you?"
"Three other men."
"Were you friends?"
Silence.
"It's okay, oni-chan. I'll be your friend."
I thought I had found my light. I thought I could chase the shadows away, start again. I should have known. The brighter the light shines, the greater the shadows grow. And there's only so long before the light dies out, overwhelmed by the darkness.
"Oni...chan..."
"I'm here."
"Promise me one thing..."
"Anything."
"...don't cry for me..."
"Don't say such things."
"No...I want you to live. Promise me, big brother. Promise me you'll find happiness."
"...I promise..."
Happiness...how do you find happiness in this world of darkness?
I gave one forceful tug, securing the last buckle, and slipped on the gloves. The leather was stiff. I hadn't used it for so long.
A glint of steel, a familiar weight in my hands, memories of long past.
The moonlight shone on the reflective steel, my own image on its surface. I never thought I'd see him again. How long he laid buried; it seemed like forever; left in the darkest corner, forgotten.
No, not forgotten, because he was not truly dead. I will always carry some part of him, haunted by his actions, his deeds, his sins. And now, he was the only one I had left. He was the only escape I had left. And I wanted to escape, even if it meant killing a part of myself in the process.
There was only one path left, and it led to Hell.
~ ~ ~
It looked just like how I remembered it. Even the workers. Time had been kind to them; they had hardly changed. I wondered if I looked the same, if they would recognize me. If they remembered me, or forgotten about my existence. Did they hate me for leaving? Did it matter?
No, perhaps it didn't.
I felt my old face slide back in place, devoid of any expression. And I knew that if I stepped into that store, the first part of me would die.
"I want you to live. Promise me, big brother."
I opened the door.
"Promise me you'll find happiness."
Aya-chan...
Three pairs of eyes turned to me, various emotions flashing through each.
...I'm sorry.
~ Owari ~
Author's Note: Yes, I have more to say. Hopefully, you've figured out what happened, and that I was trying to make Aya seem a little messed up inside. By my friend's rubber spatula, it is hard to think like him! Anyways, I've been thinking that I could continue this plot thing and get in some romance or something. Like someone to help him get over Aya-chan.
So, should I go for it, or stop while I still have some reputation as a writer? Opinions please, and if you want me to keep going, requests on who it should be would be nice too.
Elf #1: ::mimics talking with his hand:: ...blah blah blah...
Elf #2: ::bored expression::
Must go trottle now. Bai.