Through Their Eyes: Chasing Demons by Child of the Faeries
Part 4: Each character deals with mistakes, regrets and thoughts. As peace starts to settle over Japan, will the rebels still attack the Three Kings? Or will all of this have to end in a bloody conflict?
"Where is your father?" Ken said softly, standing beside his friend.
"He's living in our old apartment," Jyou said, shaking. "The one in Odaiba." Mimi wanted to ask what the matter was, but felt like she shouldn't intrude. Silently she slipped out of the room, lightly touching Jyou on the arm for reassurance.
He looked haunted.
Stepping out, she almost ran into Yamato. His eyes flashed blue ice. "Get out of the way," he snarled.
"Why do you hate me, Yamato? What did I do to you? You're hurting so much..... what can I do for you?"
He narrowed his eyes and regained his cool arrogance. "I don't need any of your help, traitor." Gracefully dropping his head, he walked away.
"Why Yamato? Why am I a traitor?" Mimi called after him, but he did not answer.
Iori got up early that morning and went for a walk by himself. The sun was just rising, and Iori was very lonely.
"Why did you abandon me?" he said softly, gazing at his reflection in a puddle of water. A handsome young man stared back. "Why did you leave me behind?"
I know I'm not as old as the rest of you..... but age shouldn't matter in a time like this. You shouldn't leave friends behind.
Or was it that we were never friends? Perhaps it was Takeru that kept you and I together, one group of friends. But now Takeru is gone. So is our friendship.
How could you do this to me? Now I'm here...... with Taichi.... foolish Taichi, and equally foolish Sora.... Miyako is so distant from me..... and Hikari.... all she tries to do is keep the group together. I do not wish to be here with them. But you left me with no choice.
Daisuke and Mimi.... why?? Was it something I did? Or something...... that I didn't do?
Sadly he turned and walked back to where everyone else was just starting to wake up.
He did not understand.
Tears of joy sprang into Daisuke's eyes as he hugged his sister, relieved to find out that she was okay. Yamato had saved her. For that, he was eternally grateful.
"Jun.... I thought......"
"I've been here, Dai," she said softly. "A bit cold and wet.....but safe." Daisuke looked at his sister. There was gentle anger in her eyes.
"Jun? What's wrong?" She turned away.
"It's nothing, Daisuke. Nothing at all."
"Are you sure?" Confused, he stumbled up the stairs, Jun following.
Yamato was hidden in the darkness of his room. In his hands he held a picture of Takeru. "Where are you, little bro?"
His door swung open, and Yamato jumped. His picture fell to the floor with a shattering of the glass.
"Yama?" Daisuke said, peering inside.
Yamato looked at the mess of broken glass and metal frame.
"Can I come in?" Ignoring Daisuke, Yamato picked up the picture again and stared at Takeru.
"I guess..... you don't want to talk. I just wanted to say..... Thank you, Yamato."
Yamato smirked. "Why?"
"For proving to me that you still are the person you once were. You hide behind all of your hurt and pain, hidden behind a mask of cold anger. But inside....... you're still the boy I once knew. You're still the good friend you used to be."
Sora watched Taichi sleep. A young boy with a dream. She knew he was hurting. She could feel the sting of betrayal eating away at him. The others..... abandoned him. He felt alone. Isolated.
Even with this hurt, he was still the leader. Sora knew he was still sweet, still had his heart full of bravery and courage. He would lead the remaining few to victory.
She knew in his heart he thought he was doing the right thing. He was avenging their lost friends, and the loss of their friendships.
No matter how unbalanced the odds were, they would come out victorious.
And yet..... sometimes thoughts flitted into her head. Thoughts of revolt and death.....betrayal....
But no. She would follow Taichi, like a blind fool if she must. She was wholly devoted to him.
"I love you, Taichi," she whispered softly, words she never told him before. She couldn't find the courage to tell him. She just didn't have it in her. "And I'm so sorry."
He shifted in his sleep, and she smiled.
"Where are the others?" Mimi asked softly. The breakfast table was empty, except for Ken.
"Yama's in his room, probably still sleeping," Ken said awkwardly.
"You're lying. Why?"
"Mimi, why would I lie to you?" Ken said, trying too hard to prove his point. "Jyou's also in his room...... He has a lot on his mind right now."
Silence fell across the table, and Ken cleared his throat.
"Why are you doing this, Ken?"
"Doing what?" he asked, looking a bit startled.
"Waging this war. Against your friends, your family. Why?" Her clear eyes met his, and his voice wavered.
"It's my destiny, Mimi. No one can change it. It's too strong, too powerful to control, too powerful to destroy. That's how it is with all three of us.
"It's not so much that we want to rule over this land, or that we want to be cruel. But you should never be ashamed of what you are. You should never hide who are you, the person inside your heart. You of all people should understand that.
"You can't change what you are. We know that. We accept it. Perhaps we have some regrets, wistful thinking, but we will stay true to ourselves for as long as we live. And together, we are strong."
"But Ken," she objected," think of all the people you have hurt. All of the people who's lives have been shattered, the very foundations that they build their lives upon stripped away. What about them?" Her mind flitted back to Koushiro.
"Survival of the fittest, Mimi-chan," Ken said, his voice sickly sweet. "Everyone must fight for themselves."
"Ken, what has happened to you? What happened to the sweet Ken that I once met. Ken, filled with Kindness. You glowed with a radiance that shone as bright as Hikari's Light and Takeru's Hope."
"He's gone, Mimi. Perhaps you should stop looking for things and people that aren't there anymore."
Mimi looked at Ken, fragility in her eyes. "Will that Ken ever return?" she asked timidly. Ken let his fist fall on the table with a thud and stood up.
"Yes. Someday."
Miyako stared at the computer screen. "Everything is calming down," she said softly, scrolling down. "The three kings seem to have everything under control now."
What would this mean? The others weren't listening. Taichi was reading a book about war. Sora was leaning over his shoulder, playing with his shirt sleeve. Iori was practicing kendo, and Hikari sat in a corner, wrapped in a world of her own.
Would they still fight? Miyako didn't know. Taichi wanted desperately to fight. He was a gun ready to go off, and the three kings were the aim of his angry.
Miyako hung her head down. She felt so low and dirty. She knew in the bottom of her heart that she didn't want this battle to happen. She wanted to stop it at any cost.
No one would listen to her, though. She was pale and scrawny. Not one of the Original Digi-Destined. She was just a carbon-copy, a makeshift mixture of Sora and Mimi. Except both of them had boys who they adored. Miyako felt abandoned and alone.
Why were we chosen anyway? Daisuke, Iori and I will never be the same as the originals. We'll never be good enough.
Perhaps this is all a mistake.
Peace was coming. Everything would be okay again. The three kings would build Japan up again, and no one else would have to get hurt.
Why are we still fighting? What do we hope to accomplish?
Hope. Takeru.
Hikari sighed. That was why they were fighting. But why must more people die? The bloodshed is over. Why reopen the wound that is now slowly healing?
Our friends died. Friendships have been torn apart, which will never be repaired. I understand that. But how will destroying the three kings bring them back?
Taichi, can't you see? Can't you see what Mimi was saying? Daisuke and Koushiro understood her. I didn't understand, didn't want to comprehend. But now I do.
Nothing can bring them back. Nothing. No matter what we do or say, Takeru isn't going to walk through that door and smile. Koushiro's parents aren't going to be back in their home. Mimi, Daisuke and the others won't return. Taichi will never forgive Yamato and Jyou for not joining us.
We can't change the past. All we can do is live in the future.
I can see through their eyes, Taichi. I understand what they meant, all of them. Mimi understood that fighting would get us nowhere. Daisuke knew that friendship and loyalty are prized above all else. Koushiro knew that anger would only make things worse. Even the others.....they made a statement by not appearing. Not losing their heads with bitterness.
Through their eyes, Taichi. Let go of your hurt, and view the world as others do.
Please. Before you destroy us all.
Jun's eyes gleamed maniacally in the morning light. She wouldn't fail. He had imprisoned her. He had left her in the dark, alone, with the rats.
While in her dungeon, she had a lot of time to think.
She had once loved him. She had loved him more that humanly possible, to the point of obsession. He paid her no heed, caring not for her affection.
Now she had a new obsession.
He would pay. Daisuke would be sad, of course. But her brother..... she could deal with him when the time came.
She would not let him get away with this.
Yamato Ishida. I will kill you.
Jyou stirred from his sleep. His eyes were bleary as he sat up and looked around his room. So many hours he had spent in this room recently... tear-filled hours.
He was not a murderer at heart. He was rational. Clear-headed. Reliable.
Shin. He would not let Shin's death go unpaid. His father....
"I don't want to kill him," he whispered sadly. " But there isn't any other way."
His brother had always been his protector. Always there when Jyou needed him, always helpful.
You died because of your kindness, Jyou thought bitterly. I couldn't stop him. Shin, you need to understand that. I would have helped you if I could.
Father made me feel foolish. Helpless and infantile. I wish you could see me now.
I'm brave, Shin. Yamato and Ken taught me how to stand up for myself and be strong. I know how to trick and to beat.
Is that a good thing?
I do not think so. It had only made me angry and cold. I once gained the respect of others........ now I only strike fear in them.
I will kill him, Shin. Only for you. A life for a life. I'm sure you would have done the same if you were in my situation.
Soon, Shin. Soon your soul will be at peace.
I swear it.
The daytime hours past quickly in the palace. Mimi watched the sunset with a sinking heart.
She wasn't getting any where. Time was running out, and everything seemed hopeless. She had tried her best, but Ken was too cold. She didn't know him enough to pry into his heart. Jyou she was closer too, but he had something that he was hiding from her. And Yamato..... darkness cloaked him.
She wished that Koushiro was here. Daisuke had proved himself a true friend, and was able to break Yamato's hard emotional shell, but she missed Koushiro.
"I wish you were here," she whispered silently. "I worry about you. You were so angry.... I'm afraid that you might do something stupid, like suicide. I couldn't bear to lose you, too....... After I lost Takeru......"
Immediately she chastised herself. Takeru had been her beloved. She loved him with her whole heart. No one could every replace Takeru in her heart.
She shouldn't think such things about Koushiro. They were grieving. Both of them. It was too soon for her to love again.
I don't want to love again. Love is a wretched thing. I already learned that once, her heart cried out bitterly. Why most Love plague me again?
Staring at the darkening sky, she said a prayer for Koushiro.
Ken shivered in the cold air. He was alone on his balcony, looking outside at the peace that surround him. The trees murmured to themselves, telling secrets that Ken would never understand. Above him, the stars shined their holy light unto the earth.
Ken laughed. Yamato often wished upon the stars. Foolish dreamer. Wishing didn't help.
Ken had learned that a long time ago. He had lost many people precious to him, and no amount of wishing would ever bring them back.
People like his brother.
Mimi's words came back to him. Where was the sweet, kind Ken? Nowhere to be found. Ken had promised that he would return..... but in his heart, he wasn't so sure.
His Kindness made him feel weak. He always felt bad when he crushed the weaker force. Like it was unfair, somehow.
I shouldn't allow her to mess with my mind so much. She might try something foolish someday, and I wouldn't want to be responsible for her death.
"I don't want any of my friends to die."
Deep down, he knew that he meant it.
Koushiro was dreaming, he knew, and yet he couldn't stop himself. He was in a dark place..... and suddenly the three kings appeared before him, each one wearing a mask that hid their identity.
He looked at his hand which clutched a knife tightly. Why did he......... He watched in horrific fascination as his own hand crept closer to one of the kings. Blood pounded in his ears. Angry, he thrust into one of them again and again. The other two moved away, blood gushing to the floor.
The smell sickened him as he thrust the knife into the king's flesh again. The blood mixed with his tears, obscuring his vision.
Finally the king fell, without a sound. Just a sick thud and it was over. Koushiro collapsed, horrified by what he had just done. He sat in a pool of blood, his eyes closed.
Then he crawled over and pulled the mask off of the king's face. Koushiro's eyes widened and he let out a horrified cry that resounded throughout the room. Desperation.
He stared into the dead man's eyes......his own.
He awoke with a start, frightened. Running his hands through his stubble of red hair, he turned on a his bedside lamp. When would these dreams end? Every night they haunted him, making his see the monster he truly was.
His anger was consuming him, driving out any thought of happiness. Only revenge mattered to him... only revenge for the family he had lost.
He had never been an angry child. Most people had a dark side when they were younger, a dark side that appeared during the teen-age years. Koushiro had never had that problem. He had always been so meek and mild, willing to do whatever it took to ensure the happiness of others.
But now his anger, this anger that he didn't even know existed, was tearing him apart. Little by little, he could feel his soul being taken away.
But he didn't know how to stop it.
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Part 4: Each character deals with mistakes, regrets and thoughts. As peace starts to settle over Japan, will the rebels still attack the Three Kings? Or will all of this have to end in a bloody conflict?
"Where is your father?" Ken said softly, standing beside his friend.
"He's living in our old apartment," Jyou said, shaking. "The one in Odaiba." Mimi wanted to ask what the matter was, but felt like she shouldn't intrude. Silently she slipped out of the room, lightly touching Jyou on the arm for reassurance.
He looked haunted.
Stepping out, she almost ran into Yamato. His eyes flashed blue ice. "Get out of the way," he snarled.
"Why do you hate me, Yamato? What did I do to you? You're hurting so much..... what can I do for you?"
He narrowed his eyes and regained his cool arrogance. "I don't need any of your help, traitor." Gracefully dropping his head, he walked away.
"Why Yamato? Why am I a traitor?" Mimi called after him, but he did not answer.
Iori got up early that morning and went for a walk by himself. The sun was just rising, and Iori was very lonely.
"Why did you abandon me?" he said softly, gazing at his reflection in a puddle of water. A handsome young man stared back. "Why did you leave me behind?"
I know I'm not as old as the rest of you..... but age shouldn't matter in a time like this. You shouldn't leave friends behind.
Or was it that we were never friends? Perhaps it was Takeru that kept you and I together, one group of friends. But now Takeru is gone. So is our friendship.
How could you do this to me? Now I'm here...... with Taichi.... foolish Taichi, and equally foolish Sora.... Miyako is so distant from me..... and Hikari.... all she tries to do is keep the group together. I do not wish to be here with them. But you left me with no choice.
Daisuke and Mimi.... why?? Was it something I did? Or something...... that I didn't do?
Sadly he turned and walked back to where everyone else was just starting to wake up.
He did not understand.
Tears of joy sprang into Daisuke's eyes as he hugged his sister, relieved to find out that she was okay. Yamato had saved her. For that, he was eternally grateful.
"Jun.... I thought......"
"I've been here, Dai," she said softly. "A bit cold and wet.....but safe." Daisuke looked at his sister. There was gentle anger in her eyes.
"Jun? What's wrong?" She turned away.
"It's nothing, Daisuke. Nothing at all."
"Are you sure?" Confused, he stumbled up the stairs, Jun following.
Yamato was hidden in the darkness of his room. In his hands he held a picture of Takeru. "Where are you, little bro?"
His door swung open, and Yamato jumped. His picture fell to the floor with a shattering of the glass.
"Yama?" Daisuke said, peering inside.
Yamato looked at the mess of broken glass and metal frame.
"Can I come in?" Ignoring Daisuke, Yamato picked up the picture again and stared at Takeru.
"I guess..... you don't want to talk. I just wanted to say..... Thank you, Yamato."
Yamato smirked. "Why?"
"For proving to me that you still are the person you once were. You hide behind all of your hurt and pain, hidden behind a mask of cold anger. But inside....... you're still the boy I once knew. You're still the good friend you used to be."
Sora watched Taichi sleep. A young boy with a dream. She knew he was hurting. She could feel the sting of betrayal eating away at him. The others..... abandoned him. He felt alone. Isolated.
Even with this hurt, he was still the leader. Sora knew he was still sweet, still had his heart full of bravery and courage. He would lead the remaining few to victory.
She knew in his heart he thought he was doing the right thing. He was avenging their lost friends, and the loss of their friendships.
No matter how unbalanced the odds were, they would come out victorious.
And yet..... sometimes thoughts flitted into her head. Thoughts of revolt and death.....betrayal....
But no. She would follow Taichi, like a blind fool if she must. She was wholly devoted to him.
"I love you, Taichi," she whispered softly, words she never told him before. She couldn't find the courage to tell him. She just didn't have it in her. "And I'm so sorry."
He shifted in his sleep, and she smiled.
"Where are the others?" Mimi asked softly. The breakfast table was empty, except for Ken.
"Yama's in his room, probably still sleeping," Ken said awkwardly.
"You're lying. Why?"
"Mimi, why would I lie to you?" Ken said, trying too hard to prove his point. "Jyou's also in his room...... He has a lot on his mind right now."
Silence fell across the table, and Ken cleared his throat.
"Why are you doing this, Ken?"
"Doing what?" he asked, looking a bit startled.
"Waging this war. Against your friends, your family. Why?" Her clear eyes met his, and his voice wavered.
"It's my destiny, Mimi. No one can change it. It's too strong, too powerful to control, too powerful to destroy. That's how it is with all three of us.
"It's not so much that we want to rule over this land, or that we want to be cruel. But you should never be ashamed of what you are. You should never hide who are you, the person inside your heart. You of all people should understand that.
"You can't change what you are. We know that. We accept it. Perhaps we have some regrets, wistful thinking, but we will stay true to ourselves for as long as we live. And together, we are strong."
"But Ken," she objected," think of all the people you have hurt. All of the people who's lives have been shattered, the very foundations that they build their lives upon stripped away. What about them?" Her mind flitted back to Koushiro.
"Survival of the fittest, Mimi-chan," Ken said, his voice sickly sweet. "Everyone must fight for themselves."
"Ken, what has happened to you? What happened to the sweet Ken that I once met. Ken, filled with Kindness. You glowed with a radiance that shone as bright as Hikari's Light and Takeru's Hope."
"He's gone, Mimi. Perhaps you should stop looking for things and people that aren't there anymore."
Mimi looked at Ken, fragility in her eyes. "Will that Ken ever return?" she asked timidly. Ken let his fist fall on the table with a thud and stood up.
"Yes. Someday."
Miyako stared at the computer screen. "Everything is calming down," she said softly, scrolling down. "The three kings seem to have everything under control now."
What would this mean? The others weren't listening. Taichi was reading a book about war. Sora was leaning over his shoulder, playing with his shirt sleeve. Iori was practicing kendo, and Hikari sat in a corner, wrapped in a world of her own.
Would they still fight? Miyako didn't know. Taichi wanted desperately to fight. He was a gun ready to go off, and the three kings were the aim of his angry.
Miyako hung her head down. She felt so low and dirty. She knew in the bottom of her heart that she didn't want this battle to happen. She wanted to stop it at any cost.
No one would listen to her, though. She was pale and scrawny. Not one of the Original Digi-Destined. She was just a carbon-copy, a makeshift mixture of Sora and Mimi. Except both of them had boys who they adored. Miyako felt abandoned and alone.
Why were we chosen anyway? Daisuke, Iori and I will never be the same as the originals. We'll never be good enough.
Perhaps this is all a mistake.
Peace was coming. Everything would be okay again. The three kings would build Japan up again, and no one else would have to get hurt.
Why are we still fighting? What do we hope to accomplish?
Hope. Takeru.
Hikari sighed. That was why they were fighting. But why must more people die? The bloodshed is over. Why reopen the wound that is now slowly healing?
Our friends died. Friendships have been torn apart, which will never be repaired. I understand that. But how will destroying the three kings bring them back?
Taichi, can't you see? Can't you see what Mimi was saying? Daisuke and Koushiro understood her. I didn't understand, didn't want to comprehend. But now I do.
Nothing can bring them back. Nothing. No matter what we do or say, Takeru isn't going to walk through that door and smile. Koushiro's parents aren't going to be back in their home. Mimi, Daisuke and the others won't return. Taichi will never forgive Yamato and Jyou for not joining us.
We can't change the past. All we can do is live in the future.
I can see through their eyes, Taichi. I understand what they meant, all of them. Mimi understood that fighting would get us nowhere. Daisuke knew that friendship and loyalty are prized above all else. Koushiro knew that anger would only make things worse. Even the others.....they made a statement by not appearing. Not losing their heads with bitterness.
Through their eyes, Taichi. Let go of your hurt, and view the world as others do.
Please. Before you destroy us all.
Jun's eyes gleamed maniacally in the morning light. She wouldn't fail. He had imprisoned her. He had left her in the dark, alone, with the rats.
While in her dungeon, she had a lot of time to think.
She had once loved him. She had loved him more that humanly possible, to the point of obsession. He paid her no heed, caring not for her affection.
Now she had a new obsession.
He would pay. Daisuke would be sad, of course. But her brother..... she could deal with him when the time came.
She would not let him get away with this.
Yamato Ishida. I will kill you.
Jyou stirred from his sleep. His eyes were bleary as he sat up and looked around his room. So many hours he had spent in this room recently... tear-filled hours.
He was not a murderer at heart. He was rational. Clear-headed. Reliable.
Shin. He would not let Shin's death go unpaid. His father....
"I don't want to kill him," he whispered sadly. " But there isn't any other way."
His brother had always been his protector. Always there when Jyou needed him, always helpful.
You died because of your kindness, Jyou thought bitterly. I couldn't stop him. Shin, you need to understand that. I would have helped you if I could.
Father made me feel foolish. Helpless and infantile. I wish you could see me now.
I'm brave, Shin. Yamato and Ken taught me how to stand up for myself and be strong. I know how to trick and to beat.
Is that a good thing?
I do not think so. It had only made me angry and cold. I once gained the respect of others........ now I only strike fear in them.
I will kill him, Shin. Only for you. A life for a life. I'm sure you would have done the same if you were in my situation.
Soon, Shin. Soon your soul will be at peace.
I swear it.
The daytime hours past quickly in the palace. Mimi watched the sunset with a sinking heart.
She wasn't getting any where. Time was running out, and everything seemed hopeless. She had tried her best, but Ken was too cold. She didn't know him enough to pry into his heart. Jyou she was closer too, but he had something that he was hiding from her. And Yamato..... darkness cloaked him.
She wished that Koushiro was here. Daisuke had proved himself a true friend, and was able to break Yamato's hard emotional shell, but she missed Koushiro.
"I wish you were here," she whispered silently. "I worry about you. You were so angry.... I'm afraid that you might do something stupid, like suicide. I couldn't bear to lose you, too....... After I lost Takeru......"
Immediately she chastised herself. Takeru had been her beloved. She loved him with her whole heart. No one could every replace Takeru in her heart.
She shouldn't think such things about Koushiro. They were grieving. Both of them. It was too soon for her to love again.
I don't want to love again. Love is a wretched thing. I already learned that once, her heart cried out bitterly. Why most Love plague me again?
Staring at the darkening sky, she said a prayer for Koushiro.
Ken shivered in the cold air. He was alone on his balcony, looking outside at the peace that surround him. The trees murmured to themselves, telling secrets that Ken would never understand. Above him, the stars shined their holy light unto the earth.
Ken laughed. Yamato often wished upon the stars. Foolish dreamer. Wishing didn't help.
Ken had learned that a long time ago. He had lost many people precious to him, and no amount of wishing would ever bring them back.
People like his brother.
Mimi's words came back to him. Where was the sweet, kind Ken? Nowhere to be found. Ken had promised that he would return..... but in his heart, he wasn't so sure.
His Kindness made him feel weak. He always felt bad when he crushed the weaker force. Like it was unfair, somehow.
I shouldn't allow her to mess with my mind so much. She might try something foolish someday, and I wouldn't want to be responsible for her death.
"I don't want any of my friends to die."
Deep down, he knew that he meant it.
Koushiro was dreaming, he knew, and yet he couldn't stop himself. He was in a dark place..... and suddenly the three kings appeared before him, each one wearing a mask that hid their identity.
He looked at his hand which clutched a knife tightly. Why did he......... He watched in horrific fascination as his own hand crept closer to one of the kings. Blood pounded in his ears. Angry, he thrust into one of them again and again. The other two moved away, blood gushing to the floor.
The smell sickened him as he thrust the knife into the king's flesh again. The blood mixed with his tears, obscuring his vision.
Finally the king fell, without a sound. Just a sick thud and it was over. Koushiro collapsed, horrified by what he had just done. He sat in a pool of blood, his eyes closed.
Then he crawled over and pulled the mask off of the king's face. Koushiro's eyes widened and he let out a horrified cry that resounded throughout the room. Desperation.
He stared into the dead man's eyes......his own.
He awoke with a start, frightened. Running his hands through his stubble of red hair, he turned on a his bedside lamp. When would these dreams end? Every night they haunted him, making his see the monster he truly was.
His anger was consuming him, driving out any thought of happiness. Only revenge mattered to him... only revenge for the family he had lost.
He had never been an angry child. Most people had a dark side when they were younger, a dark side that appeared during the teen-age years. Koushiro had never had that problem. He had always been so meek and mild, willing to do whatever it took to ensure the happiness of others.
But now his anger, this anger that he didn't even know existed, was tearing him apart. Little by little, he could feel his soul being taken away.
But he didn't know how to stop it.
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