Ok I cranked this out during finals today lol... Hah it's late but who cares :P it's also kinda lame... Well I hope you enjoy!
Ever since that day, that battle when I sent him and Alma to be at peace in Madrid, I've seen him everywhere. Not physically him, but shadows. Little flickers of memories in the form of dark patches in the light.
Even now as I walk down these dirty streets of London, donning that clown attire I adopted from Mana I see your shadows. A lock of long dark hair, a swift slender image of a sharp blade. A resounding "tch" in the air echoes like madness in my head. As much as it pairs me to admit it, I miss you.
All of my things are packed neatly into my suit case a dark hood pulled far over my head and sleeves long as not to be recognized. Its come to this point where I hate these shadows because every time they hit my eyes, an uncontrollable glimmer of hope catches in my throat.
But I must surpass it for even if it was you, I couldn't face you. I don't know why but it scares me.
I glace at the wall and see your silhouette. I turn away to an ally and changed into my costume.
Perform. I am a perriot. I exist for that reason and that reason alone. It's not much different than my role as exorcist. All I do is smile and act just like I did then. Its even easier without you trying to chip it away with your fist. I find it much easier surrounding myself with the real smiles of children and their pure laughter. But even they have shadows. So I'll smile through it, painting on all this make up. No one can see through it.
I begin my act gaining a small crowd as I juggle in the middle of the lively park. Letting all three balls bounce atop my head the small faces laugh. In a swift motion I jump to a handstand and bounce the shiny red balls on my large clown shoes. Back on my feet I earn a round of applause. Out of nowhere I pull out a large, colorful balancing ball and a few juggling sticks. Perform, entertain over and over.
A shadow.
I turned away, unable to face yet another image. Numbing myself with the sound of laughter and cheers I ignore it.
"For some reason that clown really pisses me off." I hear in a cold, angry but familiar voice.
Perform. Entertain. Nothing more. These shadows are lies. Lies fogging my mind.
"Tch."
Just a shadow! Nothing more. No! my eye twitches. An akuma. Quick fluid motions, the girl is safe but my identity is revealed.
"Moyashi?" just a shadow. I squeeze my eyes shut. I won't let myself believe. But it feels real. Sounds real. I open my eyes.
You are no longer just a shadow.