He had always hated the stars.
Endlessly they would spiral in the sky; unfurling and twisting about wildly as they embraced their freedom. It was as if they were mocking him in their splendor, taunting him as they illuminated the sky.
Only they could break through his darkness; his shell of protection.
Because of them, he longed to possess their light.
Because of them, he longed for freedom.
Because of them, he longed to live.
It was an intoxicating infatuation of the senses.
Ever so desperately he wanted to cling on to them, inhale the light into his very being. Always, always did it elude him.
He wanted to feel complete.
"One day" Akio whispered "This world will be mine"
And so the stars would belong to him.