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"Talking"

'Thinking'


My eyes are gone, and all I can see is ironically nothing. What I used to be able to do is now gone, taken from me by a devil named the light. Taken from me, the god named the darkness. This special sight I once had, once treasured, once used to protect the ones I loved was now gone. I no longer could see, but I could hear, touch, smell and taste; these other senses almost seemed useless before the day I lost my eyes to her. Never again would I gaze upon the man I love, though I can at least still admit that I love him.

I can feel it; the pounding of heart against my chest as I heard his voice. It was a shame that I couldn't see him, nor could I answer him. I no longer belonged to myself, but to a man whom I hated down to the very core of my existence. Maybe that is why I hate myself; because the man is controlling me and took away my everything, making me an empty shell for him to use. Maybe I hated myself because I let him take it away without much a fight; I was weak, too weak to protect myself and incapable of protecting everyone else. A shame of a senpai, I was.

"Have you met Kami?" that bastard man asked the group of people in front of us. I didn't know any of them, yet at the same time I did. They were my past, yet they were here in my present. "I'm sure you know her as someone else. Go and introduce yourself, Kami-chan~" he said in that disgusting sing song voice that he knew I hated. He was teasing me, lowering my self-esteem and possibly even agitating me, though it was all futile. My empty shell was incapable of emotions, and I showed none to the group as I simply bowed and said nothing, having no choice but to obey.

I am the empty shell of a girl named Kami, the toy of Byakuran, the slave of Millefiore, and the senpai of the three boys who may die by my hands today. But her consciousness is trapped at the back of my mind; the real Kami is somewhere there, waiting for the time when she awakens and breaks free. Maybe then will I be able to escape from the man's grasp and become myself again; maybe then I will stop hating myself. But for now, I am merely a tool for him to use until I break and until I'm useless and must be thrown away like a broken toy.

I am Kami Shadows.

I am Yami.

I am nobody.