Stone Cold
By Kurai Hitokiri
Author's Notes: Okay, let me explain some things. This is a story that takes place during the time that Kohaku was in the army and away from Celia. People who don't know who the heck Kohaku is, please read my story War Torn Love and you'll find out. And uh, please don't be afraid to leave reviews on War Torn Love, even though it's finished, please review!!! Anyway, read if you wish.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon, Natsume, or any of these characters.
I gripped the gun in my hands tightly as I hid behind the large rock that was my shield from the oncoming fire of guns. This is my fate… my curse for rejecting the one I'd so loved.
"You're a great friend, Kohaku."
I can see your face in my mind, I visualize those stark gray eyes and soft brown hair. I love you with every single cell in my body, and I wish I could prove it to you. But it's far too late, you're too far away from me now, and it was all my own doing.
"Where are you going, Kohaku?! Kohaku, don't you run from me, stop!!!"
I run into the building straight ahead of me, past the moaning of innocents and the cries of men as they fall victim to death. From my pockets I pull out my knives and blindly swing them at the men that block my path, each of them dying instantly at the contact.
"Mainlanders and the Republic. What's the difference? We all cry, laugh, live, and die. What is so truly different about us?"
Their crimson blood spews everywhere on cold hard ground, but I run past, more concentrated on the task at hand. I'm here for one thing only: to kill the one living here.
"Children are such angels. I'd love to have kids someday."
Sitting before me on the floor is a young boy with dark black hair wearing fancy robes: my target. He can't be more than six or seven.
He looks up at me, his dark brown eyes widen with fear, almost as though he is seeing a devil.
At that instant I harden my heart and raise the knives in my hands. With all my strength, I bring them down on him. A loud cry echoes throughout the room and blood spews everywhere, even onto me.
"There, you're all fixed up. That didn't hurt, did it, Kohaku?"
I pull myself into a standing position and look at the young boy's remains. I clasp my hands together and boy my head in prayer, praying for the boy's soul. "Forgive me for taking your life from you." Just as I am about to leave the room, I see myself for the first time in a month.
My hair is longer and caked with mud. I am thin, the very definition of starved. My hands were covered in blood, as is my face and clothing… dyed in the blood of that little boy. My eyes are hard, cruel, and somehow sad.
I turn my gaze away and begin to walk out the door. Celia, I just killed a young boy, but I feel nothing? I really have changed from the soft young man I once was. Celia, I can never love you again. Now my heart matches my gaze: Stone Cold.
Author's Notes: Yeah, the end. Anyway, what'd you think, good or bad? Please 1.) Read 2.) Review!!!
