Ikuto's P.O.V
I saw her sit up, her eyes glowing red. She looked at me with those crimson eyes, and her face started to get closer to mine. She kissed me lightly, neither of our eyes closing as our lips were locked. The fire seemed to consume me.
"Im…so…sorry..Ikuto," she said, softly.
"Go, Amu," I command, my voice firm, yet behind my voice I was just trying to put up a strong front.
The pinkette walked out of the room, slowly, but with her steps firm and her posture was deadly.
She was ready to kill.
I sit on my bed for a while, watching where she had walked just minutes ago, not wanting to even think of where she is going to go or who she is going to kill.
And I was the one who ordered her to do that.
I waited for the guilt to crash down, for the darkness to cover me like people before me have said.
I waited.
I waited some more.
But it never came.
Why? Why?
The answer was simple:
Amu was more important then any social standard. I would break laws. Fracture faces and bones. Hell, I would probably kill for her.
Is this love? Is this the love that my mother and father taught me about as a Kid? Is this pure and real?
Well it sure as hell is real, but is it pure. Is that want pure? Is it that true love?
No. It wont work out. You will break her. Ruin her. And she will always be hurt. No. You cant have her, Ikuto. She will never be your to hand or to hold for the rest of your life.
I sighed and fell back. I basked in the silence. I wondered if she would come if I called. I wondered where she was. I wondered.
Deep breath in, deep breath out.
Be safe, Amu.
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Amu's P.O.V
"Go Amu," Ikuto said to me.
Now, I wouldn't want to disobey my master now, would I?
I walk out of the room, slowly, wondering where my prey would be.
'Off the grounds. You need to go to the world outside.' the voice in my head said. I named her Ami, my alternate side.
I sneak off the grounds, a challenging task indeed, and silently scower the streets for some lowlife that wont be to greatly missed.
wouldn't want to bring to much attention to myself.
Im so horrifically 'shy.'
I see a pimp pushing two girls around. One is blonde and is crying, while the other is black haired, and she is yelling at the man. I silently make my way over to them, and I take my knives out of a holder on the top of my thigh.
Before they knew what was happening, I had stabbed the pimp through the stomach, my whole hand protruding from the other side. His eyes go wide as he chokes on air, before the life slips away from him. He is dead.
The darker haired girl falls to her knees, in to much of a state of shock to do anything. The blonde tries to scream, but I quickly kill her, making sure not to bring any attention to the alley.
wouldn't want to have to kill more then necessary, would we?
Or would we…..
The black haired girl looks up at me with empty, blood shot eyes.
"Please, can you end it? I haven't been clean in 5 years. Im a high school drop out. I cant anywhere in life. I just want it to end quickly. No pain. That's all I ask. Please," she begged.
She isn't in a good state, I mean I can practically smell the drugs radiating off her skin. She isn't even a whole person anymore. Just an empty shell.
I stab her through the heart, making her Death quick.
My eyes go back to there original honey gold, Ami is now gone. Im okay for now.
Slowly I make my way home, staying in the alleys so the blood on my clothing doesn't draw attention. I sneak back into the academy, and back home. I walk through the door, making sure no one can hear me.
The footsteps above are obviously Ikuto's, and he is pacing. He stops for a second, hearing me, smelling me, and then running downstairs.
His eyes widen at the sight of me. He takes my hand and pulls me into the bathroom. He turns a shower on lukewarm, and sticks me in it, clothes and all.
He washes my hair, and rubs the dry blood off of me, making sure that the evidence of my sins are all washed away.
Like nothing ever happened at all.
Those people wont be missed. Their lives will be forgotten. They were the scum in an elite society. There deaths will just be written off.
Like nothing ever happened.
Ikuto wraps me in a towel and brings me one of his button up shirts and some underwear and pajama shorts, my favorite outfit to wear to bed. He sits against the door as I change, and he takes my hand again, dragging me to the couch. He turns on a movie, not even caring, and just pulls me into his arms.
He holds me close.
I wonder if he realizes that he is my universe. That he centers me to the earth. That he is mine, and I am his, whether he realizes it or not. I wonder if he realizes that the warmth that he radiates is enough to warm my cheeks slightly.
That he makes me feel like fairies are dancing in my stomach.
Monster or not. Human or not. It doesn't matter what he is. And it doesn't matter what I am. I still have hope, that maybe it will all work out in the end. Maybe I can be fixed. Maybe I will get the happily ever after.
Maybe he can love the monster out of me.
I hope he can…because im scared…..of myself
