Hi! This is my first Kenken piece. For who I think of as easily the
brightest, happiest member of Weiss, this is surprisingly dark. See how you
like it, and let me know.
Takehito Koyasu owns Weiss, not me. Don't sue, Takehito-san. Please?
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I Am Not Like That
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I can't stand this.
I am, by nature, a creature of the light. Not some predator, prowling the darkness, looking for something weaker that I. Not some night hunter, blood dripping from my mouth and claws, killing for the sheer thrill of it. I am not like that.
I should be out during the day. I should be married. I should have children. I should be following my dreams. I should be famous.
I should be alive. On paper, I mean.
I shouldn't be existing in shadows. But society didn't want me any more. They couldn't have, to shun me like they did. Neither, apparently, did my best friend want me any more.
Kase.
I should be angry when I think about him. I should be stark, raving mad, like that crazy albino Irishman. Ir I should be full of pity for myself, that my best friend should try to kill me - and succeed, in a sense; everyone in Kritiker has "died" - merely because I was in the spotlight. Or ptiy for him, that he should feel the need to kill me just so he could have more fame.
Oh sure, we were both in the J-league. We were both good enough soccer players to make a professional sprots team in Japan. But even though I didn't gloat, and he didn't pout, and we were - or I was - ecstatic to be on the same team, we both know that, playing fair, I was better than he was.
I still can't believe he cheated.
He broke the rules, not me. He attempted murder, not me. He broke my trust, and his honor. Not me.
Why do I pay the price for it?
I keep telling myself that he did it because he was crazy. Or he did it because he honestly thought he had to.
But when I think of the whole charade... of how he drugged me on the field to make them hate me... and of how the last thing I heard, tied up in that warehouse, was Kase's laugh...
I can't believe it.
I know he killed me, or tried to, because he wanted to be the best on the team. But there was more to it than that.
He tried to kill me because he wanted to.
He tried to kill me because he enjoyed it.
What I feel when I think of Kase is fear. Fear that I will be like that, or that I am like that. Fear that I kill for that undeniable, savage pleasure of a freshly blooded kill, of the smell of fresh blood that I have spilled in the air, instead of for my principle and because the people I am dealing death to are sick sadistic bastards who traffic in human lives as will as other illegal things. I am afraid that I am like Kase.
NO!
I am not like that! I do not kill for blood.
I am not like that...
~~~OWARI~~~
Well, peeps, this is what I think is the essence of Kenken. Let me know if you agree or disagree, hmm?
Takehito Koyasu owns Weiss, not me. Don't sue, Takehito-san. Please?
~~~~~~
I Am Not Like That
~~~~~~
I can't stand this.
I am, by nature, a creature of the light. Not some predator, prowling the darkness, looking for something weaker that I. Not some night hunter, blood dripping from my mouth and claws, killing for the sheer thrill of it. I am not like that.
I should be out during the day. I should be married. I should have children. I should be following my dreams. I should be famous.
I should be alive. On paper, I mean.
I shouldn't be existing in shadows. But society didn't want me any more. They couldn't have, to shun me like they did. Neither, apparently, did my best friend want me any more.
Kase.
I should be angry when I think about him. I should be stark, raving mad, like that crazy albino Irishman. Ir I should be full of pity for myself, that my best friend should try to kill me - and succeed, in a sense; everyone in Kritiker has "died" - merely because I was in the spotlight. Or ptiy for him, that he should feel the need to kill me just so he could have more fame.
Oh sure, we were both in the J-league. We were both good enough soccer players to make a professional sprots team in Japan. But even though I didn't gloat, and he didn't pout, and we were - or I was - ecstatic to be on the same team, we both know that, playing fair, I was better than he was.
I still can't believe he cheated.
He broke the rules, not me. He attempted murder, not me. He broke my trust, and his honor. Not me.
Why do I pay the price for it?
I keep telling myself that he did it because he was crazy. Or he did it because he honestly thought he had to.
But when I think of the whole charade... of how he drugged me on the field to make them hate me... and of how the last thing I heard, tied up in that warehouse, was Kase's laugh...
I can't believe it.
I know he killed me, or tried to, because he wanted to be the best on the team. But there was more to it than that.
He tried to kill me because he wanted to.
He tried to kill me because he enjoyed it.
What I feel when I think of Kase is fear. Fear that I will be like that, or that I am like that. Fear that I kill for that undeniable, savage pleasure of a freshly blooded kill, of the smell of fresh blood that I have spilled in the air, instead of for my principle and because the people I am dealing death to are sick sadistic bastards who traffic in human lives as will as other illegal things. I am afraid that I am like Kase.
NO!
I am not like that! I do not kill for blood.
I am not like that...
~~~OWARI~~~
Well, peeps, this is what I think is the essence of Kenken. Let me know if you agree or disagree, hmm?
