Author's notes: Yes, another Rukawa fic. This is really stupid. If you really make no head or tail of this, feel free to ask me at ac2_11@yahoo.com . Yeah, please tell me want you think of this minna-san. ^^



Why won't you... go away?


Eyes. Dull soulless eyes. So cold and hard. Just like shards of ice.

Skin. Pale, pure and almost flawless. Almost. Like that of porcelain.

He is. Distant, cold and aloof. How pathetically lifeless... I stared at the other boy and drew back a breath of disgust. Perfection that was what he was described as. Perfection? But excuse me, is he even close? No... Of course not. I studied him closely, scrutinizing every single detail... But was it just me, or did he look... revolting?

Yes, revolting. That indifferent mask that he wears... yet girls are attracted to him as if he were a magnet. A girl-magnet. And he didn't even have to acknowledge their presence. No, he didn't need to. It makes one wonder how can a person so disgusting be so popular? No, he didn't deserve their attention. He didn't deserve their love, time and commitment. But still, they gave him everything. Everything. But despite all that, he was still apathetic towards them.

What more can a person want? He has everything, everyone soughts his attention. Loves him. But why is he like this? What right does it give him? Yes, what right. The world owes him... nothing. So he ought to stop behaving in that arrogant selfish manner of a damned scumbag.

I hated him. Yes, I really hated him. The realization hit me hard... I didn't want to look at that repulsive face again... Yes, I slammed my clenched fist right into his face and he shatters into millions of fragments.

I grinned, undoubtedly pleased at my own doing. Then, I began to laugh. Laugh ludicrously. Yes, that poor weakling was defenseless against me. He was gone. Gone forever... right?

I caught a glimpse of the remaining pieces that once formed a mirror. And he was there, staring back at me, emotionlessly. He would not leave me alone. He was always there haunting me. He would not even stop. He could not. Why wouldn't he go away? He couldn't because... he is me.











A/N: I know it's pretty short, but I can't seem to add anything more in. And btw, this isn't Rukawa bashing. Honest. It is from Rukawa POV. Really. I mean why would a self-proclaimed #1 fan of Rukawa write Rukawa-bashing fic... right?

Rukawa: because the author's a do'ahou
ac (author): Why you?!
Rukawa: do'ahou
ac: The next time remind me to kill Rukawa in my next fic. *smiles*
Rukawa: *snickers* And... she claims she is my number 1 fan.
ac: *beams* I am, that's why I'll write a Rukawa suicide or being murdered fic.
Rukawa: ...
ac: I mean how many fans have Rukawa dying in their fic ^^
Rukawa: hn. Do'ahou.
ac: And... your last word shall be do'ahou. I'm such a *nice* fan, aren't I? I even let your favourite word be your last word.
Rukawa: /takes out a reversed-edge sword/
ac: nani?! Ah...... /runs away/ ... I didn't invite you to be Battousai ...

/Rukawa takes out a pencil and scribbles/ - And the author dies a terrible death under the wrath of the infamous sword master, Rukawa Kaede.

Who ever said Rukawa was emotionless?