Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away
"Starlight shines through a night where it's unwanted….and a heart breaks in a moment of need" A soft, seductive voice whispers through the dark, full of sorrow and shame. Fingertips brush smooth glass, and deep violet eyes stare into themselves? The kaitou feels defeated, but despite his mind's efforts, he can't figure out why. He hungers for something more, something real…but nothing is in reach. When he touches the glass of the mirror, it doesn't feel like his touch. This body isn't his…the features are, but only for the moment.
Strike, shatter
Blood runs down his fist, like red streams cutting across a dry, cracked desert. He feels cracked, and dry – as if devoid of life, and deprived of love. Broken glass reflects his image, but it never shows who he truly is. Tenderly, his hand closes around a fragment of glass, and even more tenderly he places it to the pale skin of his wrist and draws the sharp thing across quickly, the skin parting as if it were the Red Sea.
A red, red river
"I'm sorry, Daisuke" He whispers, wrapping up his wrists and staring into the shattered glass with a twisted smile. "Emiko is going to be livid"
Condemned to live, wishing for death
Three people in his life that he has loved, and none of these loves could truly last….some never loved him back. Rika had loved him, but he had to leave her. Riku…she hated. him. The moments that take his breath away are limited, and stealing cannot fill the hole love has gouged in his heart. Death is what he welcomes, but life is what he receives. So he settles, even when settling doesn't feel adequate.
If you turn your face to the sun, you'll never see the shadows
But that doesn't hold true, does it? He is the shadow. In fact, he isn't even sure where the sun is anymore. He thinks maybe it had been Rika, but even when he held her he was still acutely aware of his own evil, his own darkness. And then…then, there was Riku – as much as he loves her, she can't be the sun. Because every time he tries to draw close to him, she reminds him of the monster he is and he must turn his face to the shadows in shame
He thinks maybe the sun doesn't exist
If he's lived this long without the sunlight, he thinks, maybe there isn't a sun – maybe the sun's a lie, just like everything else in this dark world. He is a lie in himself, he knows, because the way he acts is not the way he is and he was never supposed to exsist, anyway. Just like the sun, so he thinks maybe him and the sun can run away together and hide from the lies. Even though he's just lying to himself, or maybe he's dizzy with the bloodloss.
Dark?
Daisuke. He sighs in annoyance and aswers to the boy that it's okay, just go back to sleep. He thinks maybe he should fallow his own advice, but after that there's not any time to think of anything anymore.
Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away.
Dark Mousy's moments were few and far bewteen, ridden with nightmarish horrors before there was one fleeting moment that would take his breath away. Finally, after so many trecherous years, he finds those moments – but they aren't fleeting. The kaitou would never breathe again – and that's what made him happy.
I know, I know, anoher angsty fic courtesy of me. I think Dark-kun's got quite a bit of character depth, which my angst muse feeds off of...-sweat drop - So, the next character might be Daisuke; this would be immediately following the previous scene. Mwah. Hah.