Somebody help me through this nightmare; I can't control myself.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become.
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become.
His hair was quite frazzled and his eyes were half-open. His hand rested on the metal of the machine in the form of a fist. The same hand that was a bit red from pounding on the broken coffee machine. Ichigo was falling asleep at the counter, head drooping slightly and newspaper slipping from his other hand's grasp. His head full of spiky orange hair dropped low enough to the point where he was sure he was falling. The newpaper slipped, but he didn't pay any mind to it. Head jerked up and eyes wide open with surprise, he slipped on the fallen newpaper and tumbled to the floor. He groaned and was now fully awake. Ichigo rubbed his head and felt a small bump beginning to form. He sighed and grabbed the kitchen counter for support, only to find that he had pulled out the wire of the coffee machine a minute too late. Three quartes of it was already off the counter, and the force of gravity did the rest. It fell on his stomach, causing him to struggle breathing.
Yes, he had just knocked the wind out of himself. Luck wasn't on his side this dreary winter morning.
He shoved the useless machine to the side and breathed slowly to regain some air. While laying on the floor, his hazel brown eyes and shifted their gaze to the clock mounted on the wall above the front door. It was already eight thirty, and he needed to be at work by nine so that they could do their recording session for their new song that they had been working on lately, and then fill out paperwork. He grabbed the counter, using his hand to check if there were any other wires lying about, and hauled his one-hundred thirty four pound body upright. He decided that he didn't have time to try and make coffee at home, so he simply grabbed his bag, keys, wallet, and proceeded to walk out the door, forgetting any of the horrible luck that he had had that morning.
Hyorinmaru had his ears stuffed with his headphones, and the music pretty much at full blast. Loud noises had ceased to bother him ever since his fifth concert. He shuddered as he remembered all the fangirls. They had ripped his favorite shirt in half! Well, it didn't matter now, since that very same shirt was in the trash. Despite it being winter, he really wasn't dressed that well. He loved the cold brisk air of Seiretei and made it a point to enjoy it as much as he possibly could. Then again, he was what he was. His boots crunched in the snow, and his navy-coloured hoodie was zipped, leaving the white straps to be whipped about with the fierce winds. His ripped stonewashed jeans didn't provide much warmth as they did with comfort. His hair was what bothered him highly. On any other occasion than being in the band, he would've left his hair to it's normal spiky self, but his job required him to keep an identity, so instead he forced it down with gel.
Being in the band was cumbersome.
He had school, clubs, and tutoring lessons to keep up with. No, he didn't need to be tutored, he tutored other kids. Yes, being as smart as he was, the principle, Mr. Yamato, had forced him to tutor other kids who were behind on their grades. The 'newbies' as he so dubbed them, which were new people joining the lessons, found it hard to believe that a person as young as he was, was tutoring them. Despite his height, he was their own age. Okay, maybe a bit younger since he skipped a few grades, but what does age matter? He had lived longer than his whole homeroom class combined. The only person who knew that he was in the band and knew his real identity was Kusaka Sojiro. Whom had been violently murdered. Daiguren felt a bit of pain, everytime he thought of it.
He was there when his best friend was murdered. By that creep. That psycho.
Flashback
It was a late summer night, and the band had played until they were absolutely running ragged. Hyorinmaru had looked a bit worse for wear, due to all of his activities that he had been keeping up with. Kusaka, despite playing the drums for so long, was still wearing a smile on his face. It seemed that the drummer never found himself tired. They lived quite close to each other, therefore had to walk home...together.
"I can't believe that you aren't tired after all of that." The singer's shirt had plenty of holes ripped in various parts, and his feet were bare. The fangirls had yanked off his shoes when he was break dancing. He still had no idea how they had gotten that close to rip his shoes off. It still bothered him quite a bit.
"I told you, that I never get tired. At all. I'm like an insomniac except I actually sleep." Kusaka had come out of that concert without a scratch. This also bothered Daiguren.
"Then that isn't an insomniac, idiot." He said, holding back a smirk. Being busy talking and their senses worn down from all the partying, they didn't notice a figure...lurking behind them. Daiguren caught it first and dodged a clawed hand that would've taken his head off. His teal eyes scanned the area, and Kusaka was on the balls of his feet. His friend seemed much calmer than he. The shadow reached out, and before Hyorinmaru could react, grabbed him by the throat and held him above the ground. He saw the murderous red gleaming eyes and tried to pry off the hand of the demon. Nothing seemed to work.
Kusaka jumped forward and managed to land a hit on the demon's face, resulting diasterously.
The creature let go of the teal-eyed boy and focused on the other. It growled, baring its fangs before clawing at its prey, tearing his shirt to shreads. Kusaka let out a bloody scream and was pushed against the wall of the creature's hand. Slowly, one by one, Hyorinmaru watched his friend's limbs get torn off, spraying blood onto his pure white hair and onto the remnants of his clothes. Tears stung his eyes as he heard Kusaka call out to him, and reach with his remaining arm.
"T-Toshiro...help m-me...!" Hyorinmaru could do nothing. He was powerless against the mighty beast. And with one last tug, the creature ripped out the heart of its prey.
It was then that he let out a scream. "Kusa-!" But was cut off. The thing resumed its torture with him, and yanked him up by his hair this time, causing Toshiro to let out an undignified whimper.
"Let's see what will happen next." The human-like demon hissed in his ear. He didn't even recall the next forty-five minutes of beating. Just pain. Unbearable pain. And a bite on his neck, then no more.
The end is only just beginning...and the world has gone mad along with it.
And I can prove it.
If the world wasn't mad, then why does a dog wag its tail when it's happy and growls when it's mad, yet a cat does the exact opposite?
And you're mad too. Otherwise, why would you be here in the first place?
