Monster
Rating: K+
Character Study: Kiriha Aonuma
Summary: Creatures lie here, looking through the window. Drabble on Kiriha in episode 42.
Author's Note: Just a small drabble on Kiriha's feelings during Episode 42. Such a sad and tragic childhood he had. T_T
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon Xros Wars.
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"You... lost."
The words - words he thought he had discarded from his memory long ago, or else allowed himself to block - vibrated painfully through his ears, in the cold voice of his father.
His father...
He squeezed his eyes shut and suddenly he was standing before him, small, insignificant, degraded and unwanted. He was younger than he was now, and with a shiver of fear realized he was trapped inside his own flashback. His small body trembled with unshed grief, unwarranted pain. He did not raise his eyes to meet his father's gaze, and he could feel the hatred emanating from the man as he stood in front of him. Why... why was his father so angry with him?
"You lost."
The boy choked as the tears rolled down his cheeks, and he hated himself for not being able to prevent them. "Outosan..." He whispered.
Suddenly, the man was walking away from him, repeating that same phrase over and over and over again; "You lost, you lost, you lost.."
It echoed thunderously through his head...
His small hand reached out. "Outosan!" But it was too late; his father was gone from his reach.
The devil was whispering in his ear. Goading him, taunting him. Gravimon's face was his fathers, and he broke.
"You lost, you lost, you lost..."
He would not give in...
"No," He cried, "I have not... lost yet..."
He had promised himself he would not give in. And he wouldn't. No matter what. No matter what he had to do, who he had to destroy, who he had to become.
He snatched the pendant bearing his family picture from Gravimon's grip and heeded to the devil's whispers, to find and defeat Taiki.
He did not crumble under his friend's betrayed and shocked expression, and only allowed himself to grow colder.
He had left his heart behind in that dark, vacant room where he had once again faced the man who broke it in the first place.
He would not reclaim it.