Crime: Sync/Arietta
(Warning: AUish, might be crappy and OOC. Oh well. Written at 6:30AM on no sleep, 8D)
Doesn't it seem like a crime, to rob something so...young, so lost of a life? No more chances, for either of them. Then again, Sync realized that he had never had much of a life anyway, just a few certain things he held closer to him than the rest of the world, and even those things didn't truly see him. He had little hope in life, there was hardly an opportunity to make an identity for himself, so he hid behind a mask. Plus, if he took it off, the delicate relationship he had possessed with her would have shattered like a fallen mirror.
"Ion."
One name, three letters, drove him insane. The root of all his problems. Every. Single. One.
So at this moment, when his very own life was ending, he thought of several things.
Arietta. Pink, wild, lost, confused...desperate. Such a needy little girl, and with good reason. Alone, with only beasts to hold you, until he came along. As much as it pained him, he couldn't bring himself to be angry with her for being so infatuated with the being that gave her a purpose. After all, was he not guilty of the same, with her?
Ion. His mirror image. He didn't deserve her, he took her for granted, and left her all alone and broken. The most he could do was convince his current guardian to spare her life. Despicable.
12.
12 years that she had been hurting.
12 more seconds until it was all over.
(Tick.)
It wasn't fair, damnit!
(Tock.)
She should have lived. She should have been protected.
(Tick.)
Cared for. Where was Ion when her mother died?
(Tock.)
Where had I been?
(Tick.)
I don't blame her. Not at all.
(Tock.)
I only blame him. For everything.
(Tick.)
I hate this. All of it. I'm glad it's over.
(Tock.)
Trash, that's all I ever was.
(Tick.)
I'm sorry, Arietta. I couldn't be Ion for you.
(Tock.)
"...I-Ion..." I hope he rots in Hell.
(Tick.)
Green eyes shut, and Sync's body slumped to the ground, mask knocked away from his face.
How fitting.
(Tock.)