Megumi: Hey it is I Megumi!
Amu: Where's Hana?
Hana: -shouts- I'M HERE INSIDE MY ROOM! WRITING A NEW CHAPTER IN HDTIP!
Megumi: Do the disclaimer now before she find this out.
Ikuto: She doesn't own anything.
12 years ago, Asmodin.
"Look, here comes the freak," said a young boy. he was giggling with his peer at the side of that corridor. Even though itlooks as if he was whispering, it was really intended so that the subject could hear him.
The freak he was talking about, was a boy of about twelve, wears his midnight blue hair. His classmates didn't like him, nor no one was fond of him in general.
Maybe because of that large burnt scar that runs from his temple down to whole of his left face. It's a terrible scar he got when he was just four. Now, he was suffering from it, and people, his classmates, think he's like a freak with that face of his.
"Shut up, man. He can hear you," answered the other boy.
"What's wrong with it? He's a freak. Tell me, without the status of his family, do you think he would still be here? He's lucky he was born from a noble family!" said the boy.
"But still..." the other boy said.
He was the center of their ridicule, the topic of their humour. He was like a creature on a circus show for them. Yes, that was Ikuto before.
He passed that corridor, without looking to anyone. Nor stopping to confront the peer that ridicule him. What was the point? It's the truth. The naked truth.
He was sure to accept his fate then. There's nothing he can do about it. But sometimes, more than anything, truth sometimes really hurt, to the point where it can even severe your very own soul. It was okay that he was being humiliated by the other people. But then, as years passed by, even his own family neglect him...pushed him away. His family, whom he puts his trust, his heart of being the very last people to hurt him.
I am alone...
He was walking beside the lake, one breezy afternoon. As usual, he was sulking again. This morning, young children were throwing stones at him, calling him 'monster'. He cried, shouting at them that he's not a monster. The parents came, but instead of telling the kids that its a bad thing to throw stones to people, they shoved him away and told him not to go near with their children. He run off...I mean, what can a mere twelve year old boy could do?
He kicked a stone from the ground. It flies off towards the water. Then he sigh. He went near the edge of the water and looked towards his reflection. He frowned. All he could see was an ugly face, with that nasty scar. It's a hideous scar...
"I wonder if someone could like me..." he said to himself.
Then out of nowhere, someone pushed him towards the water. Before he knew it, he fell in the lake. Then he heard those mocking laughters...the kids from the town that was about his age.
"Look, it's a lake monster!" shouted the boy.
"Kyaaa, he's looking this way! He's angry!" scream the other girl.
He stood up. His clothes all drenched. He clenched his fist into a ball, so tight that his knuckles turn to white.
"Whaaat? You gonna fight? Huh, you freak! Monster!" shouted the other one.
He was shivering...he dunno from where. Maybe from the cold wind? From angry? From the pent-up frustrations all of these years?
"I'm not-"
"Heeeeyyyy!" a girl shouted from afar as she runs towards them. She was holding a long stick, "what are you doing, you bastards!"
"Look, here comes his knight! The mighty Amu-chan!" shouted the boy as he fled.
"Not only he's a freak and a monster, but he relies on girls to protect him! Weakling monster! wahahahaha!" shouted the other boy.
The three of them run away before Amu even reaches where they stood.
"And don't come back here you cowaaaarrddss!" she shouted while waving her stick.
Her name was Hinamori Amu. She's two years younger than him, and was his childhood friend. They've known each other since they're a bit little.
"You okay?" Amu asked.
He nodded sadly, as he wiped off his tears, "I'm sorry...I couldn't defend myself,"
"Don't cry! Guys don't cry you know!"
"Right," he nodded. Then he managed to smile.
Amu...his reason maybe why he still manages to live. Why he could accept all the humiliations and mockery from the people in that cursed town. Yeah, he hated that town. All of the people in it. Except Amu. She's kind to her and he sees her as the only light in this dim world he's living. Amu was like an angel in this hell. His flickering hope, his saviour. Because of Amu, there was still that him in that town.
She was kind...and beautiful. She was the only girl in town who talks to him, even in school. Much to the disgust of the other students. Still, the mockery and the humiliation was was always like that...other people hated him, despised him. But he can live with that...just as long as Amu was there for him.
A year later, they started to go out...in secluded places, out where nowhere could find them. Just the two of them. They often spent the time, fishing in the lake, strolling in the forest, or picking up wild berries.
For him, it was a moment of bliss...a moment where he finally believe in love. And he thought for once, that he was lucky, he was alive.
But...
...its a fleeting moment. A painted illusion. A make-believe world. A lie.
Three years later..when Ikuto was fifteen, he learned the truth...the truth that ends it all, and begins his dangerous dance of revenge.
One fine afternoon, he was going to the library, which was located off from the building down south from where his classroom was located. He was going to return his borrowed books, and was taking the trail towards it when he heard murmurs, just along the garden pagoda. He recognize Amu's voice among the murmurs. He saw two girls, and the three regular guys who bullied him always. He was about to call Amu, when he heard his name being mentioned in their conversation. He halted...
"...you sure Amu?" one of the girls asked her.
"Wow, you're wicked aren't you, Amu? How can you keep up with him all this years?" the other girl asked her.
"Well, not that I like it, but I have to," Amu frowned.
"It all comes down to family status and money huh?" one of the guys said.
"Yeah, as if my Amu will stick to that guy because she liked him? Right sweet?" the other guy, who seemed to be the leader of the group, said as he puts his arm to Amu, then much to Ikuto's surprised, he kissed her.
"So, who won the bet?" the stout guy asked.
"We do! That freak thinks Gumina actually liked him," the girl said.
"Well I-" Amu stopped midway. For she saw him behind the bushes. There was shocked on her eyes...but on his eyes, he looked like he was stabbed to death.
The others noticed him too. They started to panicked, but the guy who kissed Amu calms them, and faces Ikuto.
"What are you looking at?' he shouted.
Ikuto didn't pay attention to him. He was staring to Amu, who can't seem to look straight back at him.
"A-Amu...uhm, tell me...what-"
"-oh c'mon, let's not pretend you didn't hear all of it okay?' she shouted.
His mouth gone open, trying to utter words. But no words came out. Instead, he felt like he was being stabbed. He tried to laugh as cold sweat started to envelop him
"I-It's a joke right? I mean-"
"Wanna hear the whole story? We put bets on you okay? And I won that bet. End of story." she said.
Ikuto was shivering, he was sweating cold.
"B-But you were kind to me, t-that wasn't a lie was it?"
The people around Amu seemed blurry to him now. Tears started to swell up on his eyes. He was holding out to hear that truth from her. The people around her was saying something, he couldn't understand. They were tagging Amu...
...wait, I want to hear the truth! Tell me!
Amu looked at him straight in the eye.
"I'm gonna say this once so hear me. My parents, told me to get along with you and your family. You get what I mean right? For business, that's all there is. Nothing more. And since you found out, might as well ended it here,"
That was her last words. She made a fool out of him.
Enraged, hurt, deprived...it was like he was killed, by the last person he trusted the most. He went home, locked the door of his room, and smashed everything he could see and reached. No one could stop him, no one...the Tyrian castle was in chaos, just like the weather outside.
He began to lock himself in the castle's basement. He drowned himself in alcohol. Tried to kill himself a few times. He was on the edge of insanity. He was already in deepest part of hell. He cursed everything, he cursed everyone. And he cursed God for putting him in such a fate.
God? Was there a God at all? He laughed. He laughed like an insane man...like a mad scientist who finally discovered the greatest invention of all.
I must be insane.
Then, just as he was about to give up...a book suddenly fell from the shelves. He picked it up. Its an old black book with an unknown runes encircling the whole bind. Just as he was about to throw it, it suddenly lighted up, and went mid-air. Then it opened by itself.
For a moment, there was a blinding light. A dark purple heavy light, like it was a black fire. Then it was gone. He was startled, and curiosity creeps up on him.
Slowly, he approached the opened book, now lying in the cold stone of the basement. The light was gone. He picked up the book and read the opened part of it. And he was astonished on what was written.
It's a summoning ritual. It tells how to summon a demon.
His amethyst eyes lighted up. This might be the answer he was seeking. This might be the help he needed.
From then on, night and day, he studied the book among other references in that library in the basement. He even went on a journey to searchthe other kingdom's library. Then, finally...the fated day came.
He had completed the summoning circle. An alchemy rune...and the right summoning spell. He summoned him.
And he made a deal with that demon.
There was nothing that demon could not grant. He seeks revenge, he seeks the life that supposed to be his, he seeks the attention he was supposed to have, the love that supposed to brings joy and laughter to him...with his love.
But...
...that was before.
His heart was already poisoned with hate. His soul was already drowned in the pool of darkness. His mind was already dead.
He left Asmodin.
And he will be back to take his revenge on this filthy town...a town painted with his sad and painful memories. A town he hated the most.
He wants power...he was granted with it. A poisonous one. And a new face...a new self.
...in exchange for his soul.
Present time.
Today, he had another woman on his arm...on his grasp. It was the beautiful tailor down the street. She came the other day, delivering the coat he ordered in her master's shop. He invited her to a cup of tea, and she falls for him gradually...the spell of enchantment once again.
She came running on his warm embrace. He lead her to his bedroom.
"Come to me my love...we shall embrace the night...together...forever..."
Hey Megumi here! Well she's not allowed to use the computer so... That means new HDTIP new chapter but in will be update in a delay time. Plus her right knee has its own problems. I'm talking about Hana. She can't walk straight. Well, let us think the positive thing that will happen to her.
R&R