Disclaimer: Don't own, never will. Now I'll shut up.

"You can't do this to me."

That was the only thing he managed to say, past his lips dry with fear. Wide blue eyes stared into my golden ones, making the following silence ubearable. Finally, I spoke.

"Yes, I can."

My cold voice dripped out from the depths of the only ice he could not manipulate with his own will; my icy heart. I stepped forward, he stepped back.

My hands clutched my weapon of choice, my kwan dao. A gracefully curving blade which would be soon stained with fresh blood.

He thought he loved me.

He thought wrong.

The fool. Now he will realize the tricks his mind had been playing on himself. He'll finally realize that he didn't, couldn't, and never would love me. Love does not bless monsters tainted with the hideous stench of death, and his emotion certainly had not reached me.

Almost.

I thought I had loved him. But I, too, had been terribly mistaken. Monsters aren't capable of loving. The emotion I had felt before must have been an illusion.

It was all so confusing to me. I was convinced that I was no normal human. There had to be something wrong with me. People always kept their distances from me, and I was denied of my humanly rights: the right to be respected, the right to be loved, and the right to be wanted in the world.

So I concluded that I had to be a monster.

A monster uncapable of loving or being loved.

I thought for so long, about all the good times we shared. I thought that was love. But deep in the chilled depths of my heart, I must have alawys known that it was a lie. Death is cruel, but life is crueler. It makes us suffer, it makes us feel pain, it tricks us into thinking we can actually have a chance. At least Death relieves us of these awful misconceptions.

And I had to end my confusion.

I decided the only way was to put an end to the boy who must have been sent by a devil to torment me. To make me think I was loved, to make me think I was wanted, to make me think I could be safe, and that maybe people weren't that bad. I would kill him. I had to.

Now was my perfect chance.

He was entirely unguarded, entirely unprepared. The idiot didn't realize my intentions filled with hatred until I was practically upon him, holding my weapon.

I took a deep breath, inaudibly begging for his forgiveness. My selfishness took over, and then I made my move.

Quicker than lightning, I swept my blade downward. It sliced through the air like a streak of lightning that he could never escape.

I hit my target in the intended spot. He made no move to counter or escape, merely toppling to the floor, crimson blood pouring from his body. Much like my feelings, it flowed freely like a river which had broken through a dam.

He looked at me a final time, his eyes still rigid with shock and pain. Before those wretched eyes closed forever, a whisper of speech managed to escape from his cold, dead lips.

"I always loved you, Ren."

You filthy liar.

Horohoro.