RIVER SIDES
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He swept orange hair out of his eyes. The setting sun made everything blood red. He waited by the river side for the sun to set further, for the darkness of the night to creep up. He always loved the feeling of night.
He decided Yuzu was probably waiting for him. He swung his school bag over his shoulder, taking once last look at the fiery water.
Inside of him, something cracked.
He turned around sharply as he walked through the streets. He'd thought he saw a woman who looked like the one in his dreams. Ha-hatsu-something or other... he always remembered her in short clothes, smiling. His other mother.
He wanted to walk after the woman, but decided it was stupid. He'd given up looking for Hatsu. She didn't exist. Even though it had all seemed so real. No. It was best to leave that business alone.
He heard a crashing sound, screaming. He ran towards it, met with the horrible visage of a monster.
Something inside of him shook. "A...al..." he ran with the little ghost girl, watching in awe as a young woman dispatched the monster.
"ali...Alice! K-kin... al..ice...kin...g..." it grew louder when he was talking to the girl. Even louder when the hollow attacked him "s-sa-ve.. Save...Ali...ce...kin..g" and when power was transferred into his body, he heard it, loud and clear. "ALICE!" but as soon as it came, it was gone, so he put it out of mind.
Who was alice anyway?
And it was locked away. So deep, he could barely hear a tiny but strong voice call. "Th-e the...de..mons...I'll show you them."
He had a nightmare that night. A white and red masked floated around him. And it went around and around until it was nothing but a speeding blur.
"Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies. Asha asha, we all drop dead!" the mask sang, spinning faster and faster. "We all drop dead, drop dead! Dead, drop dead!"
He woke up the next morning, the dream completely wiped from his memory. And passed by the riverside, like he did every morning.
"K-kill...y...you kill..ed h-her h...ere..." but he didn't hear it. He knew that quite well on his own. He kept walking. It was meaningless to linger.
He blocked out those little noises, the feeling of fingers on his neck. Whenever it got too loud, he busied himself with something else. He was angry enough as it is. He didn't need to feel like he was insane.
"P-pay...at-at...atten...tion..." but he ignored it. It was like his demon. But he felt oddly comfortable, and oddly insane. He didn't feel normal at all.
Not really normal at all, because really, there was absolutely nothing normal about him. Never had been, never will be.
Beware the jabberwock my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
OWARI
heh heh. That's right babes. It's through the looking glass this time. I have yet to read it, but I will get strait on it. Review!