Blood Spill
by Autumn Win-Dow
Warning: Gore.
Despite how much you struggled, you couldn't break free from the bounds which held your wrists in place.
Your life had spiralled out of control ever since your best friend had died – which was in fact the day before. It had been less than twenty four hours since you witnessed Natsume as he was stabbed to death – the images of him writhing in pain at the penetration of the sharp blade into the flesh of his stomach were driving you insane.
Blood was spilled very generously that day.
Your luck hadn't improved since then. Soon after you wept for his death, you were taken hostage.
You were distressed at the fact that Natsume's life had ended so tragically. As his best friend, you were the only one who knew the real Natsume Hyuuga, and you were the only one who knew his true intentions.
You were glad that you knew about these things – you were his best friend, after all – but sometimes, you couldn't help but feel devastated while watching him.
It was because you were the only one aware of the pain he suffered in order to protect everyone around him.
You hated the bastard who had the ability to control Natsume by his own will. He often wanted to use the abilities of your friends to his advantage, but Natsume was determined not to let it happen.
The only way he was able to save them, was to complete all the harmful missions himself.
Natsume went through the worst pain imaginable, in order to save you and your friends. His friends.
You would always wait for him to return from missions, and every time you saw him, his whole body would be covered in bruises, cuts, and bleeding wounds, still unattended. Natsume would hold the injured part of his body, and the red liquid which leaked through his fingers and stained his clothes made you want to kill the man in control.
And finally, after six years of having to bear watching Natsume do as he was told, you were able to.
As you watched the bastard pierce Natsume's body with the ruthless dagger, you could only see red. You felt like something was controlling you. Natsume was your best friend, and you were the only one who knew about everything which he went through.
You knew for sure that Natsume's life was plain hell, and your wish was to save him from his traumatic life.
But when he died, you were deprived of the chance to do so. Natsume never experienced his happy ending - the one which you wanted to help him achieve. He was never able to smile for not you, not Mikan Sakura, not anyone else, but himself.
You were enraged.
You wanted to kill. You wanted to experience what he experienced, so you would have the ability to understand even a small part of his life.
So you killed his killer.
You remember snatching the dagger off the man responsible, and you carelessly stabbed him right in the heart.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
And of course, you were going crazy. You didn't stop there.
Blood went everywhere - on your face, your hands, the ground. Everywhere.
You felt possessed by the monster which had laid dormant within you for twenty years.
You, Ruka Nogi, had always been a gentle man until that day, when your best friend was murdered. All you wanted to do, after you watched Natsume's body fall limp and lifelessly to the ground, was kill the bastard responsible.
You struggled in the metal bounds around your wrists again, to no avail.
"Ruka Nogi, you are under arrest of the murder of…"
You didn't want to hear his name. It made your blood boil, even when your hands were already stained with his.
All you could do was laugh.
A/N: A very pointless and short piece. I had to write something. Yes, it's OOC. Yes, it's random. ;A;