Thoughts
By Lalita
Disclaimer- We all know I own nothing.
A/N- Hiead/Ikhny. I actually took one of my other stories and kinda messed with it. Sorry if my spelling or grammar is wrong.
Tell me if you like it! Tell me if you don't! Tell me if I should continue!
* Ikhny's Thoughts *
~ Hiead's Thoughts ~
Chapter One- The Never Ever Of Reality
* Cold... *
* Distant... *
* Uncaring... *
* Hatefull... *
* Sinfull... *
* Harsh... *
* Cruel... *
* Hard... *
* Alone... *
* Strong... *
Ikhny's POV
All these words describe him, yet they alone will never be enought to tell who he really is. He is all of these
things, yet not, and he is something altogether entirely different and rare. He is my partner, if you could call our
horrible relationship he has put between us a partnership. He is my pilot. He is, as much as I wish I could call him mine,
Hiead.
* Hiead... *
~ Warm... ~
~ Close... ~
~ Loving... ~
~ Innocent... ~
~ Gentle... ~
~ Kind... ~
~ Soft... ~
~ Loved... ~
~ Weak... ~
Hiead's POV
All these words describe her, yet the alone will not, cannot be enough to ever tell who she really is. She is all of
these things, yet not, and she is something wholly unique and special. She is my partner, if you could call this miserable
relationship I have put between us a partnership. She is my repairer. She is, as much as I truly desire to call her mine,
she is Ikhny.
~ Ikhny... ~
* Hiead... *
Ikhny's POV
Oh, how I fatasize of calling him my Hiead, my love, my hope, my life...
But I am deluding myself, thinking he could ever care for me the way I do for him. Every time his evil glare filled
with hatred lands upon me, I plummet into despair. I keep on leading myself into so much heartbreak, all to escape the truth.
The hideous, rotten, terrible truth.
* Truth... *
~ Ikhny... ~
Hiead's POV
Restless, I can only dream of calling her my Ikhny, my love, my hope, my life...
I know I am desperately clinging to my foolish fantasy, that she would one day love me in return. Yet every single
time I look into your frightened, wide eyes I know I am a dolt and I am overwhelmed by sorrow that things had to be this way.
I push you away, frantically trying to flee from the truth.
The twisted, evil, horrifying truth.
~ Truth... ~
Ikhny's POV
The truth, the reality of it all is simple. Simple, yet so painfull it seems to slice a blade right through my heart.
The truth, the reality is...
Hiead can never love me.
He is my pain.
My destruction.
My death.
And that is all he will ever be.
Nothing, not anything in this cruel existance called life can change that.
Ever...
Hiead's POV
The truth, the reality of it all so simple, not complex at all. It does hurt though, worse than even the most
grievous of my battle wounds.
The truth, the reality is...
Ikhny can never love me.
She is only my distraction.
My obstacle.
My death.
And that is all I will ever allow her to be.
Nothing and nobody in this damned existance of mine called life can change that.
Ever...
*~ Never... ~*
*~ Ever... ~*
End Of Chapter One
By Lalita
Disclaimer- We all know I own nothing.
A/N- Hiead/Ikhny. I actually took one of my other stories and kinda messed with it. Sorry if my spelling or grammar is wrong.
Tell me if you like it! Tell me if you don't! Tell me if I should continue!
* Ikhny's Thoughts *
~ Hiead's Thoughts ~
Chapter One- The Never Ever Of Reality
* Cold... *
* Distant... *
* Uncaring... *
* Hatefull... *
* Sinfull... *
* Harsh... *
* Cruel... *
* Hard... *
* Alone... *
* Strong... *
Ikhny's POV
All these words describe him, yet they alone will never be enought to tell who he really is. He is all of these
things, yet not, and he is something altogether entirely different and rare. He is my partner, if you could call our
horrible relationship he has put between us a partnership. He is my pilot. He is, as much as I wish I could call him mine,
Hiead.
* Hiead... *
~ Warm... ~
~ Close... ~
~ Loving... ~
~ Innocent... ~
~ Gentle... ~
~ Kind... ~
~ Soft... ~
~ Loved... ~
~ Weak... ~
Hiead's POV
All these words describe her, yet the alone will not, cannot be enough to ever tell who she really is. She is all of
these things, yet not, and she is something wholly unique and special. She is my partner, if you could call this miserable
relationship I have put between us a partnership. She is my repairer. She is, as much as I truly desire to call her mine,
she is Ikhny.
~ Ikhny... ~
* Hiead... *
Ikhny's POV
Oh, how I fatasize of calling him my Hiead, my love, my hope, my life...
But I am deluding myself, thinking he could ever care for me the way I do for him. Every time his evil glare filled
with hatred lands upon me, I plummet into despair. I keep on leading myself into so much heartbreak, all to escape the truth.
The hideous, rotten, terrible truth.
* Truth... *
~ Ikhny... ~
Hiead's POV
Restless, I can only dream of calling her my Ikhny, my love, my hope, my life...
I know I am desperately clinging to my foolish fantasy, that she would one day love me in return. Yet every single
time I look into your frightened, wide eyes I know I am a dolt and I am overwhelmed by sorrow that things had to be this way.
I push you away, frantically trying to flee from the truth.
The twisted, evil, horrifying truth.
~ Truth... ~
Ikhny's POV
The truth, the reality of it all is simple. Simple, yet so painfull it seems to slice a blade right through my heart.
The truth, the reality is...
Hiead can never love me.
He is my pain.
My destruction.
My death.
And that is all he will ever be.
Nothing, not anything in this cruel existance called life can change that.
Ever...
Hiead's POV
The truth, the reality of it all so simple, not complex at all. It does hurt though, worse than even the most
grievous of my battle wounds.
The truth, the reality is...
Ikhny can never love me.
She is only my distraction.
My obstacle.
My death.
And that is all I will ever allow her to be.
Nothing and nobody in this damned existance of mine called life can change that.
Ever...
*~ Never... ~*
*~ Ever... ~*
End Of Chapter One