I DONT OWN SHUGO CHARA AND THIS IS AN PROLOUGE THE IDEA CAME TO MIND JUST NOW. IF ENOUGH PEOPLE LIKE IT I SHALL WORK ON IT XD IF NOT WELL THEN I SHALL WORK ON IT BUT NOT POST IT XD UNLESS SOMEONE LIKES IT.
THORNS OF BETRAYAL:
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Beautiful like a rose, breathtaking, longing is what he made you feel. Altogether He was perfect. But like all roses he had thorns. Thorns that cut you leaving you wounded and bleeding. Yet still like a rose you endure the wounds.
You endure the wounds for a chance, you hope if you endure through the pain you will obtain. But how long can you work to attempt to obtain that which is UN reachable. Ikuto was that perfect rose, the one that was the farthest from reaching hands. The one that had the most thorns.
Yet I could never find the will to stop reaching. In the end it would cost my soul, if I had known...Known that I would become a monster, than I would have did things differently. Now here I sat perched atop a building waiting. My eyes glowed red as I observed the people passing by.
None of them were what I was looking for. I jumped down silently landing gracefully, checking that no one had seen. With that I walked the city. I was looking for some one who held the emotion of jealousy.
Jealousy or betrayal, as I walked guys whistled. Ignoring them I carried on searching. My eyes glowed red yet I made sure my head was low so my bangs hid them. Finally I found what I had been looking for.
In a flash I ran toward where I sensed my victim. There on a bench alone at the park was a girl. She had long, blond, wavy hair, and she was doll like. I could feel the emotions of jealousy and betrayal boiling in her.
In a flash I was latched on to her neck. I wouldn't finish her off, no I would only take enough to rid her of the feelings that boiled in her. Once I sensed she felt light Of the feelings I left her there. My pink waist length hair swayed around me as I walked. I felt satisfied and knew my eyes had went back to their honey gold color.
Ikuto this was all because of you, and because of that I will get revenge. Like how you were once the rose I endured thorns for, I will become the scissors that snip you down.