Disoriented

By Silver Child

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but the poem and the created idea of the story.

Authoress' Rant: Really sad. About Kamui after it happened.



~X my heart, and then I die~
~Little birds may never fly~

It's been three years. Three long, horrendous years. This very day marked the Doomsday.
Kamui watched in the distance, looking at the midnight sky, the rolling waves, and the small
festival held by the waterfront from the balcony of his apartment. It was for the people who died
during this very day. The dancers looked as if they were flying almost. Like birds.

Kotori.

~Betrayal and defeat.~
~Unfairness to the dark one.~

He watched the dancers one more time, before looking into the sky. He won. Why wasn't he
happy? Why wasn't the sky dyed red like his insides, twisting and engulfing him into a dark
depair?

Fuuma.

~The seven victors hold the key to all.~
~But love can be lost in one, shadowed night.~

Kamui turned away from the dancers and went to bed. The dreams haunted him, like always,
on this dark, evil, night.

Mother.

~X my heart, and then I die.~ Saya
~Little birds may never fly.~ Kotori
~Betrayal and defeat.~ Kanoe
~Unfairness to the dark one.~ Fuuma
~The seven victors hold the key to all.~ Yuuzuria, Arashi, Sorata, Karen, Seishiro, Subaru, and Kamui
~But love can be lost in one, shadowed night.~ Kotori

Kamui tossed and turned, before finally curling up into a ball, and crying.





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