I've never been one to complain when he wanted something – It's always been that way, for as long as I could remember. Then again, he always did tend to twist my memories about and rip them from my cranium. My lonely sighs still echo as I sit on that rickety window ledge, pleading from inside my heart that he, my true love, would come home quicker than he promised.
He never did really; it only kept my mind at ease until he did return from whatever mindless mission he'd been up to. People always did say I was a bad girl – They loved throwing rocks at me and calling me names, because I was different. They didn't do that long, when I met him – They'd always find such lovely bodies scattered and bloody in dark alleys behind quaint groceries.
Mukuro Rokudo was a fair man in my eyes. He didn't like the mafia, and that was fine with me. He had little lackeys that creeped about the hideout, still, it did not bother me in the slightest. He even made me do things; I probably wouldn't do if anyone else asked… Still those times spent were treasured deeply.
It occurred to me, that I was simply enthralled by this man's dominative wants and desires. I decided to follow him, to anywhere, even the bottomless pits of Hell, should he wish it. I spent this day like any other, wanting at a window, the rain pattering about outside and the numbness of my skin tingling as I watched.
His voice echoed from behind me and I turned casually to greet him.
But that's right….
He was stolen away from me by those nasty men in white.
Please, come home soon, my snowy little owl.
I'm starting to go insane.