In a world so cold
I didn't have enough strength to cry. You know that point in the most unlucky people's lives where they can't move forward or back ward and everything they had, worthless as it might have been, was gone? That was this. There wasn't any point anymore, simply put.
Exhausted, I pull my knees up to my head and curled into myself, remembering everything that happened and how it was all in vain. The Mekakushi Dan, Shintaro, Ayano…
Haruka….
They were all gone, dead and gone.
I shudder.
It was at this point, He comes in, "Still crying, are you?"
I glare up at the man- no monster, who had stolen my everything. My eyes are red and puffy, my body, aching, but I won't give him the satisfaction of weakness. "Go to hell," I growl at him weakly.
A sickly, sadistic grin curls on his lips like a snake and I resist the strong urge to shudder again, "That's not very nice, Takane-san."
He hits a blow below the belt. I don't show the effect his words have on me, instead I sneer at him, "I'm not a generally nice person. You know that better than anyone, Haruka." Though he is not Haruka. Haruka; my Haruka is gone. My Haruka is not Kuroha.
He reel back, the smile falls from his face and he hisses, "Don't call me that, you little…"
"Call you what, Haruka?" I ask, putting as much emphasis as I can on the last word.
"Shut up," His outrage is obvious, I'm playing with fire now but I don't mind. I have nothing to lose.
"Or what?"
"Or I'll kill you."
"Then do it," I challenge boldly, "you've killed everyone else, why not me?"
Why not me? The question has plagued my mind since he cut the rest of them down. He didn't do anything to me except make sure I couldn't escape. But why? So I could live the rest of my life in torment? Well, he succeeded. Living here, in this closet, with only my haunted memories, thoughts and occasionally him to keep me company, I would much rather die.
He says nothing. His expression is unreadable.
"Well?" I prod.
"I can make your life a living hell," he says quietly. We both know this. I put up my guard as a result of his unusual behavior.
"You can." I agree.
"But I don't." he finishes simply and leaves without another word. I sit there, bewildered, my mind running over our conversation, trying to look for something. There is an image that won't leave me alone. In that split second he almost looked like….
A/N: Hello all! Long time no see!
So I thought about Haruka and Takane's relationship and then Ene and Konoha's and then Ene and Kuroha's.
All are essentially the same person and maybe, just maybe a little bit Haruka is there, hidden under all the madness that is Kuroha?
A little headcanon I created; Kuroha is the manifestation of Haruka's anger. Let's be honest, Haruka is a nice person, maybe too nice, especially considering his illness; he should have a little anger at the world. But he hides it. Deep, deep inside. While Kuroha is the opposite, anger outside, niceness inside.
So yeah, that's it.
I know this is short, maybe I can continue and make this into a prologue. I really like this beginning and think it has a bit of potential for a multichap. Well, we'll see. ^.^
Tell me what you think!