Disclaimer : I don't own Ouran.
Warnings : Also contains horror and gore. Read at your own pace.
Chapter 1 : A New Resolve
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I walked through the halls, empty and silent. Another was dead. Another loved one lost. I am forever cursed. Never to love. Never to cherish. Never to feel. Never to be surrounded with loved ones. But forever to be alone. What purpose do I have in this world? why am I alive? only death follows wherever I go. Why must I wander this earth alone? It's cold. This loneliness is cold. I want to love. I want to cherish. I want to have feelings. I want to be surrounded with loved ones. But if I do, their fates will only lead upon death.
Outside the halls of the abandoned building, I was met with blood. The blood of the new friends I had made. I had been careless. I stared at them in horror. "Asami... Hoshiko... Suzu..." I murmured. My knees trembled. They were all wonderful friends. I had been lonely at the school I was at. I scared everyone. But those three... were the only ones who tried to become my friends. I was rude. I was cold to them. But no sooner had I expected, we had become friends. I can never love. But, no sooner had I expected, I had grew to love those three. I had been careless, and had lost control of my heart. Asami's head was cut off, her eyes still open, staring straight into mine.
Blood poured out of her body, her limbs chopped off, blood gushing all over. Her still open eyes from her detached head still stared right back at mine. My hands trembled. Breaking my gaze from her eyes, I moved them over to Hoshiko. Her body had been slit open, organs spilling. I trembled even more, and my legs were beginning to lose control. I moved my eyes over to Suzu. Her leg had been torn apart from her body, and head detached. I covered my mouth with my hand. The tears were rolling down. I fell to my knees. And cried for them. I sobbed, mourning for those wonderful three. I'll never forget them. My first friends. I had yearned for love, and look at what happens. Death.
"A-Asami... H-H-Hoshiko... S-Suzu... I... I... I'm so sorry... I n-never meant for this to happen... I... I'm sorry... I... I p-promise... I'll... never forget y-you... and I p-promise... I... I WON'T LOVE AGAIN!" I screamed. I moved my hand, and clutched the area where my heart was suppose to be. Tears were rolling down like a waterfall on my cheeks. I clutched the area more, and screamed in pain. I hate my heart... I... I hate it... I hate it... so... so much. Why... why can't I die?! Why... why do I have to suffer?! why... why can't I die?
"Because, it's my own entertainment..."
I turned around, and clutched myself, breathing heavily. My body trembled more to the voice. I knew I was supposed to run. But after hearing that voice, I was too afraid to run.
"Please..." I murmured, "please... let me die. Let me die... please... please, I beg you... please..."
"No." the voice growled, "It's your fate. And you don't run, you brat. Accept it, and suffer."
The voice chuckled. But that chuckle formed into hysterical laughter. I moved my hands to my ears, sobbing. Insane laughter was heard all over. I can't take it... I have to run... now. Asami... Hoshiko... Suzu... I... I'm sorry... I promise... I'll never love again. I promise you. I slowly stood up, and ran away from the building. I ran and ran. When I looked back, the black building was on fire. Fire had shadowed the black building, and within the fire was the figure of that voice.
My eyes widened, adrenaline surging through my veins. I ran faster, blinking away the tears. "Asami... Hoshiko... Suzu... I'm sorry... goodbye..." I whispered, and ran away, I ran as fast as I could, and finally reached my hotel room in the Vladimier, a fancy hotel I resided in. I can't love. I can't. I'm forbidden to.
I packed all my things in two suitcases, and ran out the door. I stopped at the hotel lobby, and paid for my stay. I ran out the door. I am in New York City. It's a beautiful extravagant city, if only my smell didn't stench the place, would it truly be a magnificent city. I waved my hand out, beckoning a shiny yellow cab to come to me. I flung open the door, and put my suitcases in and got in the yellow cab as quickly as I can.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
"The airport. Get me there in an hour, and I'll give you a hundred."
At this, the driver's face brightened, and he started the engine. I immediately put on my seat belt, and clung to the handle on the top of my seat. The driver zoomed to the streets, cars honking, pedestrians yelling. I want to leave this city. I've already killed people. I've been living here for a few months. I could have lived here, if only I didn't yearn for love. Because... because of my stupid heart. I need to leave. I can't remember those memories with those three... I can't. Because of me... because of me... those three wonderful girls are dead. Dead. I shouldn't have been careless, this... is all my fault. No one wants me, no one loves me. Death is all that follows me.
Tears escaped my eyes, and the driver zoomed off, and horrendously drove, almost knocking over a car or two. I need to leave, to go somewhere else. Where I won't hurt anyone. It would have taken approximately five hours to get to the airport, but the way the driver drove, we would get there in an hour. I would have lived in solitude... but I must keep up my studies. My cruel uncle says so. I've never been loved. My uncle was the one who gave me this fate, all for the purpose of regaining wealth for his shrewd company. Money is all that matters to him. My parents died because of me... I'm never to love. My uncle still intends to let me go to school, not caring who would die because of me. Unless it was related to business.
"We're here." the driver announced. I nodded, and wiped away my tears. I took out my suitcases, and gave him a hundred. His face was filled with joy and greed, his hands reaching for that filthy money. "Thank you! have a nice day!" the driver yelled out, clutching the hundred dollars, and drove away. I clenched my teeth. And ran to the gate of the airport.
"One ticket to Tokyo, Japan, business class." I quickly said. The lady looked through her computer. "Would you like to board the plane going in twenty minutes, or the other going in two hours?" she asked. "The one boarding in twenty minutes. "Passport please." she said. I handed her my passport. She looked at me and the picture of my passport, and scanned it. "Are you albino?" she asked, gesturing to my silver hair and red eyes. "Sure." I said, and took my ticket, and ran off. I looked at my ticket. Gate 23B. I ran, and soon found it. We were boarding in ten minutes. I sat in a chair, waiting for someone to come, and board us on the plane.
It's a cold day in New York today. A bitterly cold one. A tear ran down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away. I slowly took out the mirror from my suitcase. I had long silver hair, reaching my mid-back, and crimson red eyes. Who am I? a nuisance to people, or am I a monster? I don't know. I don't know what deal my uncle made with them. I don't even know who they are. I wore a black headband, and red heart earrings. I was wearing a black furry jacket, a long sleeved red shirt, a white skirt reaching my knees, and knee-high black boots reaching my knees, and mittens.
Can I just ran away? to somewhere with solitude? no people? could I disobey my uncle? no... I can't. He's a fearsome man. He'd find me in a matter of days. I have never really found a home. I was constantly moving, uncle said if I made someone die, I'd go to another place. It wouldn't be good for the reporters to know his neice was a mysterious killer. But I don't want to be a killer... although... I am indirectly one. When I just got to New York, he said if someone died, I was to go to Tokyo, Japan.
"Plane 23B boarding now, to Tokyo, Japan." the intercom said.
I stood up, and the stewardesses boarded us onto the plane. I quickly found my seat, and sat in it. I had a window seat. The plane slowly flew up, and before I knew it, we were up in the air. I leaned back on my chair. Will Japan be different? or will it be the same. I sat in business class, and the sttewardess came up to me.
"Champagne or water?" she asked.
"Water." I said, giving her a glare. She nervously smiled, and poured water into my glass. "Please let me know if you need anything, alright?" she said. I silently glared at her, my eyes telling her to go. She nervously smiled, and walked away. The reason I can't ever love, is that I'm cursed. I don't know who cursed me. Or why I was cursed. I just know uncle made a deal. That involved money, and me. Would I ever escape this curse? would I? no, I wouldn't, I'm forever to be like this. But if it is a curse... maybe... just maybe... I can lift it. And then... death won't follow me wherever I go. I can be free. Freedom... what a sweet taste. Maybe... maybe I should lift my curse. I won't just live on this Earth as a waste of human life. I'll lift this curse. No matter what, I will lift this curse. That is my new purpose, now. I will lift this curse. And I won't kill anyone, again, ever.
A small smile curved on my lips. Even if it won't work... I'll do my best, and... I'll be free. I looked in a brochure uncle gave me. Ouran Academy. Will it be the same like before? no, I won't allow it. I swear, I won't kill anyone. I'll lift this curse, once and for all. I won't live in the dark again, but I'll be able to reside in the glorious light. That is my new resolve.
