Word count: 500
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Limbo
The cover of a paperbound diary was flipped open. Its pages and binding were already worn from age, and were beginning to fall apart from constant use. The hiragana on the page were written neatly with a constant style. The writing itself with formal and educated, clearly reflecting the person who wrote it. Even after the first time he read the diary, the message was clear. His sister may as well have written, "Enishi, you were terribly wrong and needlessly cruel. Idiot."
Of course, that wouldn't have been like his sister. She would have understood that it wasn't his fault when he saw Battousai's sword go through her body, all he could think was "murderer". He now understood that Battousai loved her and suffered like he did, just not nearly as much. In a way, Jinchuu was leveling the playing field. But that would be something the old him would have thought. Right?
He flipped to the last entry. All there was a date, the day before his sister's death. The ink was slightly smudged, indicating that she had closed the book in a hurry. What was she thinking then? Was she already planning to die for Battousai? It continued to haunt him; he had no idea what his sister was thinking before she died. Were her thoughts of Akira? Battousai? Himself?
He sighed and put the diary away for the night. It had almost become a bedtime story for him. Almost. An ex-mafia leader, illegal weapons dealer, and slightly crazed man, needing a story for a healthy sleep? Never!
He leaned back on his bedding. A simple futon and blanket never felt so good before. He appreciated the luxuries of life he had experienced as a criminal, and still had the funds to do live the good life, but when reflecting upon one's self and hiding from the government, small out of the way inns were the best.
It was almost a month after he escaped from the police. He had spent many days in the countryside, and had gotten used to Nihon's heavens, so much as to the point that he could tell what time it was by looking up, even on a cloudy day. At that time of the day, clouds hid the moon, and the light of the approaching sun already overcame the stars. It was close to morning, yet it was darker than night. Even the sky was mocking his current state of mind.
Yukishiro Enishi was stuck in mental limbo.
He wasn't crazy though. He probably never was. Probably. Even he didn't know his mind well enough to tell if he was actually in need of his sister's TLC, or if he was just plain grumpy. Maybe they were the same thing. How was he supposed to tell whether he was crazy or not? Sanity, or rather, peace of mind, was a rare thing for him.
His next path was currently off the map. All he knew was that he desperately needed some rest.