Butterflies
Butterflies had been my favorite, until the day I met Seimei and I became a conquest. He took my naivety and made it his weapon. He was only a year older but he acted as if he was twenty. When he and I met we became friends over our mutual love of butterflies. When he wanted something from me he would catch a butterfly and wouldn't give it until I had done what he wanted of me. He would hold it till it died, and then tell me it was my fault. I obeyed him after that, I didn't want a death to be my fault, and I didn't want to carry that weight.
At school The Master would have rows of cases of butterflies, hundreds of them in rows. When I was in training I would look at them to take my mind off my pain. It made me feel their pain instead; I didn't want to be so weak I would die if a pin passed through me.
I became stronger; I welcomed the pain as part of my life and realized that The Master was only doing this for my sake.
When I lost my ears and tail the butterflies swarmed around me. It was on a class trip to the greenhouse, The Master thought we deserved a break, though he just wanted to catch the butterflies. He had also arranged for the older students to complete their training. It didn't work out for me. They dragged me behind an aisle, and had their way with me. I was so scared I couldn't react. I was made fun of by everyone when they found out.
When beloved was carved into my neck, I had done it because Seimei had caught a butterfly and killed it. I learned that day I must not mind death. So when Seimei died, I simply accepted it.
I pressed my lips against Ritsuka's in a state of panic. I could not let him get hurt. I could see the chains were hurting him though was trying his best not to show. The only thing on my mind was releasing him as quickly as possible. I poured my love into that kiss, I needed him to feel it, and I could feel his even though he didn't want to admit it to himself. I pulled back and released the butterflies.