i n h u m a n .
sumeragi sui.
Words: Exactly 219, excluding titles, disclaimers, and notes. [If anyone can guess why I chose that number, well, you're smart ^_^ One of my favorite numbers, ne?]
Notes: Inspired by several other authors' works, harbored out of boredom, written during English class, typed up at midnight. I can't write drabbles, they're too short [although I may attempt one later in the night], but 219 words is the shortest I've done so far. I find it harder to write something very short and actually convey a lot of meaning, I think you all would agree with me? ^_^ I'm not really expecting any reviews for this. It's just… here. =] Enjoy, anyway o.O
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Fuuma—no, the dark Kamui—does not see people.
Well, it's not that he doesn't see people. He just can't see them.
He can not see them as living, he can not see them as things with any purpose. He can not even see them as objects.
He is, in a manner of speaking, "worse" than Seishirou. He toys with "people", the things he can not even see—see, in yet another manner of speaking.
"Fuuma", Kamui, is not necessarily a bad person. He just doesn't care about anything. The one thing that matters to him is the Earth. Yet he does not love the Earth, he just tends for it because it is the only thing in his world that has meaning.
He likes to play with the other Kamui in particular, slyly twisting around destiny to suit his pleasure and temporarily cure him of his constant boredom. Yes, often "Fuuma" simply gets bored with his own existence. He kills the "people" which he does not see as to entertain himself with the antics of the humans. Destroying those worthless piles of moving tissue only seemed to befit his desires, just simply a way to pass the time while aiding someone—something, in this case—at the same time.
"Fuuma" does not care.
"Fuuma" is no longer human.
