Amu pov

I'm not supposed to think like that.

I'm not supposed to think like that.

I'm not supposed to fucking think like that!

I wasn't supposed to, but when did I say I followed rules, even when set by myself?

And thus, I got very imaginative with their deaths. Gory things, most of them.

Take that professional looking woman in the back. No, no, further. Yeah, near the door. She, will be sent through the window of her big important office building, by a rolling tech cart, where she will ultimately reach death on the sidewalk at the tragic age of 29 on October 12th, 2016 at 3:48 pm.

The dangerously calm man in the corner I will allow live a bit longer-if he bothers me he'll die now-maybe… 53? Yes, I like 53. He'll freeze to death, I haven't gotten too inventive with his decease because he really hasn't said much to piss me off.

The woman in front of me, however, was the nosiest, conniving, professional bitch I'd ever met. She would die tomorrow if I got my way, but that will not be the case because for my idea to work, it needs time.

She will be fired from her job because her computer was hacked and files needed were deleted. The woman then, needing money to continue with her secret addiction to alcohol, steals and kills for money.

Thus, the mafia takes her in as a hit man. While on a very important mission, she will be shot in the side. Limping in terrible agony, the woman drags herself to an odd abandoned building that I think I'll make a church.

Yes, anyway, just as she crumples to the floor, she feels incredibly hot. Unnaturally hot. A scorching pain rushes through her, but not enemy is to be found and fought. Toxic gas crushes her lungs in its weight. Then, in her final suffering, she sees the blurred out shape of flames licking up the church walls. The pitiful woman's entire life flashes before her eyes, and gets stuck on one itsy, bitsy little detail.

Me. Tsukiyomi, Amu. The girl that was sent to burn in hell alive. The miserable figure slumped in her interrogation chair at a top secret police station for capital crimes and offenses.

Yes. This is me. This is me after facing the monsters in the closet of every child. The dead, the cold, the heartless. The broken, the old, the hated.

Wait.

Stop.

I am loved. I am beautiful. I have the most beautiful blush in the world. Consequently, I am the most fun to tease. Consequently, I love it. Consequently, I love him. These people can't kill the fire in us. We will live forever in our love.

I am an Abomination. I am his Abomination.

Disgrace. His Disgrace.

Outrage. His Outrage.

All of them are different words with the same meaning. They are labels, harmless tags that he clipped for me. I embrace it. Laugh with the haters who could never understand love and turmoil. Scream with the misfits waiting to burst free.

You cannot do anything to me. Look down on me. Hurt me. Make me cry.

You cannot touch me, because you are the people that slap reality into innocent children before their time. You are the people who take babies from their parents because they lost their job. You are the people who accuse a six month pregnant sixteen year old of murder and throw her lover in jail for rape.

And you, can't stand it.

I did not do it. After Ikuto, I refuse to destroy unless for my growing family. I refuse to hate unless hated.

Can anybody else say that earnestly?

No. People lie, cheat, steal; it's human nature. It's how we live; who we are even. But have any of you, stopped to live? Not anybody I've met before Ikuto. We get in our high speed cars and flit through those roses we were supposed to smell.

I could kill people like that. Notice the 'could'. I don't need to repeat myself.

NEWS HEADLINE

Multi-million dollar corporation 'Origin' taken down

Shocking news came in today that Origin Conglomerate's infamous leader known only as 'Boss' was found brutally murdered at his summer home in Phoenix, Arizona. The murderer, even more shockingly, was reported a young girl around the age of thirteen. Witnesses report seeing a dark haired cat eared preteen jumping from the building. The girl has not been located, so be sure to lock your doors and…

Yes, this is just what it sounds like. A dark-haired girl. Not me. Arizona, where would I get money for a plane ticket? Cat ears. Chara change.

I thought for long hours if I knew of anyone who had a motive for this. Something caught my eye at this point. A glass violin crafted by the gods just peeping from a box in Ikuto's apartment.

Oni-chan. There was a time when my mind was a dark and treacherous place. All of the wires were screwed up and I saw things. Bloodcurdling things that I shall never speak of, and… a girl. Alice. Oni-chan. Evil. I will never know if she was real or not.

I voiced this to everyone. Ikuto thought it was worth investigating. The rest agreed, but Dia seemed hesitant.

Dia is gone. The rest of my charas say she's still around, they can feel her, but I'm not sure.

What really bothers me is what she said.

"The valley of stars makes everything possible. Even time travel." She vanished immediately.

Now that I'm pregnant, I know. How do you explain this to police? You don't.

You persevere.

You live on.

Because I am the girl who has been to hell and lived.

I am the one whom you hide your children from.

This is me. Tsukiyomi Amu.

Remember me.

I owe everyone an apology.

I've been very busy, and lazy when I'm not.

I hope you enjoyed the new chaper!