Kyoko: OMG Its been FOREVER since I last posted something! This wasn't what I was planning on posting. I had every attention to post something for Time Lap or Two Demons but nooooo this thing had to come along and be like 'WRITE ME' and so i did. I'm not pleased with the ending i think it sucks but oh well.
This little story takes place shortly after my Strawhat men die. It's kinda a perspective in the eyes of one of the kids I won't say who's b/c it tells at the end.
P.S. i wrote this, this morning around 1am so sorry for any spelling errors
I hate him.
I hate everything about him.
I hate him, for leaving.
I hate him for hurting her.
I hate him for leaving us.
She hasn't been herself since he left.
She doesn't smile as often.
When she does it's more of a forced smile.
The usually glint in her eye is missing.
So I hate him.
She's been drinking more than normal.
She always had a drink with him.
Sometimes they would hold a drinking contest.
I would never know whom to root for.
But now she drinks to wash away the pain.
So I hate him.
I hear her crying.
She usually cries to herself.
After she puts us to bed.
I hear her crying from her room, down the hall.
I don't know how everyone can't hear it.
It hurts hearing her cry.
She's usually so strong.
I hate him, for hurting her.
Akira asked her, where he is.
I saw the pain in her eyes.
She had to tell Akira that he wasn't here.
When Akira asked her why.
I saw even more pain in her eyes.
I'm not very old, but Akira is half my age.
How do you tell a three year old?
That he's gone?
I hate him for leaving.
Before he left, I didn't know what death was.
Nor what killing was.
My Uncles and Aunts never killed.
They didn't see the need to.
She smiled a true smile today.
It's been weeks since I last saw it.
And it's all because of me.
I wish I knew about this, weeks ago.
I would've done it sooner.
It's like the storm clouds have lifted off her.
She in return told me something.
I know what death is.
Now.
It's when someone doesn't come back.
It's when the very breath you take is your last.
It's when the heart stops beating in your chest.
It's when someone else takes the people you care most about and rips them from you.
I got to thinking.
I still love him.
I really don't hate him.
I guess I hate the fact that he left.
When we really needed him the most.
But I do know that I hate the man that took him away.
Akira will never truly remember him.
I will always remember him.
And the legend he left.
I'll always remember him.
Because he is my father.
So I stand here in front of his weapons.
And use them as my catalyst so my words can reach him.
"I Roronoa Roxas promise to become a better swordsman than you every were!"
