Want
Its human nature. You want what you can't have. To feel attraction to things that are strange and new, curious to see what they will bring, whether it may be good or bad. A flaw perhaps? Or is it what makes us perfect?
This effects everyone. Human, past or present. A behavior we will not be able to escape. This can be an a trait that can change your life forever. A behavior that can turn us into fools.
Want. Thats what its called. Want. Greed makes want spring forth, a sickly green trail of chaotic emotions follow it every step of the way. Envy lights the way turning others once treasured into nothing better then trash.
We all follow the cycle of want. Does this make us all trash? Fools?
Want. Want. Want. Want. It controls the heart. It commands us to make something ours or we fall into a pit of despair. Especially if what we want...is the love of another
What if what you want is the love of your enemy? Can you have that? Do you take it by force? What do you do?
I want the love of my mortal enemy. I want the love of a shinigami. I want the love of Rukia Kuchiki.
I want her to look at me. I want her to speak to me, laugh with me. There is so much I want. I want to hold her against me. I want to satisfy my burning lips using her cold ones. Want. Want. Want.
I am greedy for all her attention. I want her to only look at me. Only talk to me. Only let her body be held against my own. No one else.
I envy those around her. They get to see her every day. They get to talk with her. They get to see her smile. They get to see every side of her. They have everything. I have nothing. No, I don't have nothing. I have despair and emptiness. Thats it.
It is odd. All I think about is my want. Even now during battle. I see her, sword drawn. She stands with her allies. Envy and despair is the only thing I feel. Then I go numb. We charge at each other.
Of all the people, her sword is against mine. Want starts to control my heart. Shes so close. I block a swing of hers. Everyone is heading off in different directions, trying to get better space to attack their foe, others leaving to make sure they are not in my way. They think I'm going to brutally murder her, like I should.
We are now alone, fighting. Her swordsmanship is beautiful. Is she fighting or is she dancing? Her movements are graceful. No matter how graceful she is or how beautiful her swordsmanship may be, I am stronger. I can easily killer her. Like I should.
Want. Want. Want.
I am losing to it? Or is it winning for me?
I disarm her. Her sword is now flying through the air. It lands behind me. Her violet eyes judge the distance then dart to me. She thinks she can get it back?
I surprise her. I throw my sword down. Her eyes are questioning. She thinks that this is all a trick. I can tell. Trick or not, it doesn't matter. This won't be the last time she is surprised by me.
I sonído toward her. My hands are on her shoulders, immobilizing her. It doesn't matter anyways, shes too shocked to move. My eyes bore into hers for a few minutes that feels like an eternity.
Then I do the most shocking thing. I kiss her. I fulfill my want. The emptiness which I always felt seems to change into something..sweeter? She doesn't resist, she can't process what is happening.
I break contact and move away from her. Her sword is tossed back to her, landing in the sand next to her. I have mine in hand. I speak, these might be the last words she hears from me ever again, "Are you going to die or are you going to fight."
You can guess how the fight ends...