Kid

Sometimes I wake at night to the sound of your screams as they dragged you down to that pitiful place, the same room they held your mother in long ago. I remember once when we were younger, after we brought you back for the second time, I took you to that place. Your eyes grew sad and distant and I knew you could still feel her presence. Dou you still feel it now, I wonder?

I pick my jacket up from the floor and reach into my pocket. I pull out the lock of your hair and stroke it, wishing to run my fingers through your candy colored tresses. I miss everything about you, even the way you still have a problem with handling things. How are you handling yourself? Do you miss me?

Outside my window I see the Moon looking dull, blood running out his mouth that is turned in a scowl. Maybe he sees the injustice that has happened. Maybe he and the Sun could point me to where Maka and Soul are so that I can come home and free you from your cage in Shibusen.