Three beings who shared one soul.
That was all that he was. Just a mixture of three souls. Who would have thought that that a young boy would have turned into a mysterious knight-like figure, and the leader of an alien race? Or maybe it was the other way. Maybe the knight-like figure and the leader of an alien race somehow turned into a young boy? Either way, he wasn't just one person. Maybe 'he' was just an illusion. Just an empty body that contained two other souls in a mind.
Maybe he wasn't whole at all. Maybe he was just dreaming. Dreaming… that would be nice.
Aoyama Masaya slowly looked up from the cup of coffee that he griped tightly in his hands. His brown eyes focused on the girl who was sitting across from him, telling him about her week. Her chocolate brown eyes were focused on something that Masaya couldn't see, and didn't wish to see. All that he wanted to see was the girl in front of him. His maroon-haired beauty.
He stared directly into Ichigo's eyes, although she didn't look back. His grip on the cup tightened so much, he would have been afraid that it might shatter at any moment if he hadn't been so focused on Ichigo. "…kun…?" Masaya immediately snapped out of his chance and sat up, then looked at Ichigo again. "Aoyama-kun?" A look of worry was spread across the pink mew's face. Masaya quickly plastered a fake grin onto his face and set his cup of coffee down.
"I'm fine, Ichigo-san." He replied, causing Ichigo to smile. "So…" He leaned in closer. "How are your co-workers?" He then left the smile on his face as he listened to Ichigo talk about how her friends were doing, and the adventures they had experienced that week. Weak. Masaya grew pale and his grin vanished. "P-please excuse me." He quickly shoved his chair back and rushed to the restroom, leaving Ichigo with a bewildered expression on her face.
You are weak, Aoyama Masaya.
'And why is that?'
You wouldn't exist if I didn't.
'Maybe it would be best if I didn't.'
Masaya slammed the door to the restroom open and banged his head into the sink. He quickly turned on the cold water and let it stream down his aching head.
Perhaps. It would also help erase your existence if I dealt with the pink mew.
His eyes widened.
'Leave Ichigo out of this.'
Why?
Masaya shut off the cold water and slammed his fist into the mirror. It immediately cracked, and Masaya's blood began to run along the cracks between the broken pieces.
'I'll kill myself.'
A cackle sounded within his mind.
You seriously think that if you died, I would die too?
'I know you would.'
I'm not a weakling, Masaya.
'How do you know?'
He looked up and stared at the broken mirror. For a moment, Deep Blue's wickedly cruel face flickered on his own, and Masaya leaped back in horror. That was when he slipped on his own blood, and slammed his head hard on the edge of the counter. Scorching pain shot through him and he curled up in a ball on the floor. All he remembered after that was a scream, and the sounds of sirens approaching.
Soon, Masaya… Soon…