I run... and run, and run. Why they chase me... Is because he holds them all in the palm of his hand. Their wrapped around his huge fingers. The fingers that inflicted so much pain... No... I won't think about her... I cough slightly and feel the sharp, yet, common pain in my throat. It's because of my weapon, that pain is there. He cut me. He... was really my only friend. Ever since I first ran away and met him, he was always there.
It was raining then... just as its raining now. I was huddled in a dark alley. Cold, alone, and starved. Emotionally and physically. It was by pure chance that he walked by, alone, walking home from the run-down market, he told me. Unlike everyone else who passed by without a glance, he saw me. And he was kind to me.
Ever since I... I... k-k-helped her go to a better place, no one was ever kind to me. They stared at me with cold stares, cold as stones at the bottom of the sea. There was no pity. There was no sympathy. I did not expect it to be in his eyes, either. And yet... there it was. He held his umbrella over my head and extended his hand to me.
As cliche as this was... I was moved. I just stared at him. He said to me, that he knew what I did. But that no one deserved this. He was so kind... He listened to my side of the story, when I was ready to tell it. He didn't pry either. And believed me when I told my side of it. He even told me his secret. It was a secret, because he lived alone. He said his parents died. He told me how... but I can't remember at the moment.
His secret... changed my life, I think. He was a weapon. A vajra. He trusted me with his secret. I was touched, and confused, someone would do such a thing. To me of all people. And then... he started staying out later, and later. Talking to me, but not actually looking at me. Staring off into space.
He was my weapon. Was he supposed to ignore me? Was it something I did? Said? It must be, he finally realized, that he's SCARED of me. Yes, it must be this. He must be getting his fear fueled by someone. He wasn't like this before. I'm starting to get scared. Sometimes, I can't see the right things. I need to stop this. One way, or another. So I followed him. He lead me past building, after building, after building. Until he stopped.
And the strangest thing happened. A girl came out. And wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. I had never seen this action before. Is that what they call hugging? Showing, what they call affection? Is this 'affection' what has fueled his fear? If I so I must do the only thing I can think of. To get rid of it.
I lied to him that day. I said there was powerful pre-kishin on the loose. I had him change into weapon form, so I could completely, and utterly remove that affection that was making him fear me. I walked around, until I got to an abandoned alley, out in the middle of no where. It was there I did it. I felt my own blood running down my throat as he tried to get out. I heard him screaming in my head. But I tuned that out. I tuned out everything. Or perhaps, I sharpened everything so much until I finally couldn't hear him anymore? Either way the deed was done. And that was when I realized I have gone truly mad.