Day 1: Hair
Gray stared into the mirror, fixing his appearance for another day in Avatar. Another day of finding his unltimate goal, the book of END. As he adjusted his dark trench coat, his now blood red eyes skimmed over his reflection. He brought a hand up to come through his hair, slicking it back the way he liked.
A kind, smiling, flushed face popped into his mind, blinding him in what would be all her glory were she here.
"Gray-sama~ Your hair looks so dreamy~" her love-struck voice rang through his mind.
Guilt sprang through Gray, his eyes flashed back to their original blue for a moment.
Damn it. Any spare moment that wasn't spent thinking about preventing END from entering the world, was spent on thinking about her the person he had left behind. Why did that woman haunt him? Why would she invade his thoughts?
Because you care, his inner voice called, the inner voice that he gave up 6 long months ago.
I don't care about that damn woman, or anything from my old life, he called back.
But, looking to his hair again, and moving his hand to fix the stray piece that fell loose proved otherwise. His eyes flashed blue again. Maybe he did give a damn about her, but he wouldn't admit it.
Yeah, I know pretty short, but I'm gonna try to make the others longer. I've been in a bit of a writer's block, so updates on other stories may have to wait a little longer. Please favorite, follow, and review, and I'll see you guys tomorrow!
Cop, signing out.