Author's Note: OMG… with the exception of writing parody Christmas carols… I have not updated at all during the last month or so! –slaps self- I must stop being so lazy! Argh! Gomen nasai! Now, time to feed my…erm… artistic desires… -sweatdrops-
On the fic: This fic is going to be unlike all other fics I have written before… I warn you… stay away from this of you are easily offended whatsoever…The angst rate is high as well, in a dark way.
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Aku
Prologue
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It seemed that they were never made for each other. They were like poles of two magnets; no matter how much you tried to bring the two together, both would push each other array with equal force and contempt.
And so it was this way with Sagara Sanosuke and Takani Megumi. Each regarded the other party with utmost contempt; their one wish was for the other to be erased from the face of the earth, leaving no evidence that he or she ever existed.
He despised her because of the wounds she inflicted on him. She resented him for the old wounds he opened in her.
Sanosuke's were too fresh and still painful for him to ignore. Never once did he stop thinking o revenge. Never once did he stop hurling vicious insults at her to tend to his own wounds. The hatred he felt was harder to ignore than the blood that spilled from his cuts.
Megumi thought the ordeal of hers was over. She thought that the scars would fade with time, but apparently the shadow of the past is too cruel to let her go, hence rubbing salt in the wound; it keeps reminding her of how much she had to suffer before she could escape his clutches.
Perhaps if you were to look at them now, you would never believe that they ever felt this way once. Then again, one did not really anticipate any change between the two; it spelt chaos from the start.
They kept away from each other…
Just like the like poles of two magnets, you would never expect them to meet.
And just like old, deeply-carved scars, they never fade away. They are a fresh reminder of ordeals that keep you away from what carved them in your skin in the first place, and what resembles that ordeal the most.
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