Tsubasa sat quietly in the dark room, knees curled into his chest and hands tightly curled over his ears.
It was getting harder and harder to ignore.
That nagging want, that need for the darkness.
It had quickly become an obsession. That thrill of destruction and pain that he had denied so long ago. Or had it been long? He shook his head, scared that if it had only been a short time... and he already wanted it back this badly...
He had been able to convince himself that he didn't want it when he had it. But it was a self-righteous lie. And now he could feel himself starved for it.
Tsubasa let his head sag onto his knees. Soft laughter suddenly finds its way to his lips.
How hopeless. How absurdly sad.
And here he was, laughing at nothing as he longed for the same darkness that made his friends give him suspicious worried glances for weeks.
His friends.
Ah yes... He called those scenes his dark side had painted to his mind. Those twisted scenes... those inhuman screams...
Sick pleasure welled up inside him. Why did he enjoy envisioning the people he cared about being tortured by his hands?
Cold fear suddenly struck him, along with a new thought. What if... what if the darkness was still there? Feeding him it's own wants and desires, slowly edging back into his mind... making him want it?
Shivers ran down his spine a mad giggle left his mouth.
It was too late to think about that now. If that was it's goal, then it had succeeded. He wanted it more than anything, more than he cared about morels or friends. That wonderful pleasure that came with those dark feelings, he needed it.
Tsubasa was totally and utterly addicted to the dark power, and he loved it.
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