Darkness In Her Heart
It started after her dear Corn left. The one that had shown her what love actually was. Something pure, warm and sweet. That's when she started to see it. What she had felt for Sho was something on an entirely different level yet, it was never returned. She waited... and waited... and waited. She watched and quietly observed him. Perhaps one day he would feel the same way if she continued. Every little attention paid to other girls, every little touch she envied, every little kiss stolen was stored away in her memory. She had a hunch that he would never love her, but a girl can dream... right?
Then first time it happened was when they were just starting school. He walked away from her as the other girls shunned and picked at her. A little pinprick of darkness was injected into her innocent heart and a tiny newborn grudge demon had been born. For the longest time Kyoko had been alone, but this new little being became her constant companion and was more than happy to help educate her in the ways of her newly found demonic abilities.
Many subsequent times after the first, she had witnessed the many slights of Sho's indifference to her. She saw him as a lofty prince that would one day carry her off into the sunset on his white horse; although, those instances were becoming fewer and more far between. With each little touch and each little kiss a new demon would be spawned. The objects of his lust affections would suffer for his attentions unknowingly by her hand and her ever darkening heart.
The day that he requested her accompaniment to Tokyo, a very tiny clean spot had bloomed on her blackened heart and gave her a tiny ray of hope. It made her believe, if only for a moment, that it was possible for someone to love her. So her knowledge of her own personal empty darkness, she took the chance. Maybe he really would be the one to save her from the thick blackness that was quickly engulfing her. Maybe if she went with him... she could find redemption. Perhaps he could truly be the one to chase away the demons.
In Tokyo she slaved for each little nonexistent morsel of affection that would never come. She believed that if she focused on him entirely he would see in her what he needed and wash her clean. The days were long and the nights were longer and in those long lonely nights the demons slipped in and kept her company. Taught her things that no human should know. In the day she was pure and clean to all of those around her, innocent. At night her innocence slept. What damage Sho and her lack of family and friends had done to her was welcomed by the denizens of the night in large city of Tokyo.
The periods of his absence grew more and more as he gained his fame and the time away from their lonely apartment she spent on her quick "one time" jobs became more frequent. She liked these jobs. She met outcasts like her. Gradually her innocence was being stripped away and as it fell away, her demons gave her more of their power. With each little application of make up and each little curl of her hair, they infused her with more. In the day she was pure, plain and innocent. At night she was jaded, stunning, cold and radiant.
In a last ditch effort to save her own soul, that she knew she was losing, she went to him in the day to cheer him. She heard his confession. His personal truths of her and in that moment she became the jaded, cold beauty completely. She laughed in his face as her demons held him and his new lover firmly in place. With a terrifying black miasma surrounding her, that flowed throughout the entire building, she swore her vengeance. At that very moment she had revealed her true self, the young woman that had never in her entire existence known love, save for one brief moment that was shared by a Fairy Prince that may or, may not have been real. The darkness in her heart was complete, save for an infinitesimal, microscopic pinprick. Love had betrayed her, made her weak and cast her aside.
His mind went blank as her eyes burned red with the fires of perdition. Her beautiful white wings that he saw when they were children, were now taloned and black. Her perfect ivory skin glowed with demonic runes and her silken, inky black hair billowed behind her as she was escorted from the building.
The truth of what they had seen had been so terrifying that it would only be remembered in nightmares.
When a human practices witchcraft and is skilled, we call them witches. They perform hexes, curses and spells, but what do you call it when a fallen angel does the same? Divine retribution? The wrath of Hell? Could she really be considered that when she was never conceived or, born in love? Never raised with care or, affection? Had it not been for a ten year old boy named Kuon, she would not even have that tiny ray of light in her black, now demonic soul.
First on her agenda was to kill her innocence completely and rise from the ashes as a phoenix. She cut and bleached her hair. She protected herself and she finally killed the innocent little girl Kyoko. She didn't need her any longer. She would never find one that would love her so, she rid herself of the innocent child and became a woman.
With that cumbersome shackle out of the way, she moved on to her next item on the list. She gathered everything that he owned and sold it. She quit all but one of her jobs and finally she left the barren apartment for something more to her budget. She deposited most of the money she had made into an account an spent a good chunk of it on herself. She was entitled to it and she was a new person. She scrubbed away the last vestiges of the little girl. The plain, boring, uninteresting, common girl.
She was drawn to LME. Something pulled her there, like a beacon. A lighthouse in a storm. She felt the warmth and her soul saw the tiny candle burning in the window of the soul of Kuon. Years of repressed pain had numbed him and self reprisal had blinded him. Where she had exploded and embraced the darkness within her, he had locked it away and ran from it. Where his demons were begging for attention, she had embraced and nurtured hers.
She knew he would be her downfall when she first met him and felt that pull. The same pull that a moth feels when near a flame. She knew it would burn her, yet she was still drawn to him. His smiles incinerated her grudge demons and the ones that weren't killed were transformed. Each time his light touched her soul, she could feel the pain of cleansing. For him it was the same. Just as she saw his light, he saw hers.
In the stillness of the night, two ethereal creatures would shed their mortal coil and join together. In the early light of dawn the two would separate and return to their humanity. The human part of them would call it a dream and forget within minutes of waking, but the beings that slept within would treasure the stolen moments.
Gradually, over time, blackened wings and charred souls would cleanse. They would become pure once again and the treasure that they shared, under cover of darkness, would spill into the light and bless all of those around them.
JAPAN'S No. 1 BACHELOR SOON TO BE MARRIED TO No. 1 SWEETHEART
Only weeks after revealing his given name, Hizuri Kuon has announced his engagement to Kyouko. The wedding is set to take place in two weeks and will be hosted by employer and long time family friend Takarada Lory at the Takarada Estate. The ceremony will be privately held for only close friends and immediate family. The Honeymoon will be spent on a private island owned by the Hizuri family. Congratulations to the happy couple. We wish you luck.
TROUBLE FOR FALLEN IDOL
Singer and songwriter Fuwa Sho in trouble once again. After being arrested in America for the stalking, kidnapping and physical abuse of Japan's No. 1 Sweetheart, he was deported and banned. News of other instances of the same destructive behavior have been gradually seeping into the media with photos and videos over the past month along with accusations of sexual assault, misconduct and underage intoxication, along with several paternity suits from fourteen female fans and one gravure idol whose name will be withheld. Is this what our youth looks up too?