A/N: Hello, my lovely humans~! I'm Midnight and I'm here with an extremely short drabble that I wrote in class to "celebrate" the start of an epic (not really) journey on FF. I'm very new to all of this, so be nice~ Reviews are very welcome. Constructive criticism nad positive feedback, oh yay! Flames will be used to warm my bed, 'cause I'm freezing right now. Brrr... Well, Enjoy!
He was arrogant, wicked, egotistical, capricious, a pathological liar.
He was not capable of love, he did not know compassion and he has not yet tasted empathy.
If you mentioned him to anyone, all they would do is frown in distaste and turn their back to you, not wanting to discuss the topic any furhter.
If something abominable happened, everyone knew to blame him, as 99% of time, every vile occurance is caused by him, with no one left to believe in the 1%.
People knew it was his fault.
He was always at fault.
No proof needed.
Even now, as he was pinned to a dirty and cold wall of an alleyway, bruised and broken, by the fortissimo of the city, who also held him in a deadly grip by the neck.
Accused of murdering the man's brother.
So this time it's murder, huh?
Many and all knew the now wheezing man cherished life as much as he loved his humans.
But only his own.
And that is exactly why he shifted his crimson gaze up at the Grim Reaper disguised as his most hated monster.
Those eyes. Enraged. Unforgiving. Hateful. Hurt.
The smaller male felt a cold sensation on his cheek.
No. He's not sad. He's frustrated. Angry. Unforgiving. Hurt.
The last and only sound he heard before dissolving into the cold darkness was a voice.
Perhaps it was his imagination, seeing as the voice mirrored the one of his own.
"Who knew – '1' really isn't such a small number…"