Schuldig was holding my broken body up in the air. I stared at him with tear filled eyes. I wouldn't be ruined... I needed to stay there... If I was to be ruined then I would just become their pawn.
"No more avoiding it, pretty Omi... It's time for you to know the secret..." he murmured in my ear.
I could feel the chains causing blood to drip down my wrists. He smiled at this and released my body. I simply fell to the ground like a lifeless doll and waited. I knew that soon he would tell me something that was most likely not true.
'Pretty Omi... Your father was Takatori Shuichi,' he whispered to my mind.
It was possible. Then I had kissed my half cousin; I had killed my cousins, uncle, and my father... But it didn't matter now. I was through searching for my past. I knew I had had a rough childhood, but that didn't matter. The past was something to be buried.
Buried with my body.
'Do you know what else?' Schuldig asked as he signaled for Farfello to enter the room once my wounds had healed on my wrists.
My wounds healed quickly even if I did acquire those of the ones I had healed. My body at least would care for itself a little bit. I sighed. Even if it did heal unbelievably fast there was still the blood to deal with.
'Nagi doesn't care. You're just his wonderful little fuck rag.'
A part of me didn't believe him but the other part was just too exhausted to disagree. I was to follow all of his and Crawford's orders. Everything they said had to be true. Persia was my father then, Nagi didn't care. Nagi...
"Do you not believe me?" Schuldig asked, finally speaking out loud.
I let out a cry of agony when Farfello was finished cutting his body and moved so close to me that my body started to heal him. It hurt so badly... I wasn't able to concentrate. My mind...it was getting buried in the depths of Farfello's once again.
"I believe you," I said after I had become silent. It didn't take me very long stop crying out about the pin. I had become accustomed to the pain. "You wouldn't lie, Schuldig... You'd only stretch the truth... So, what you're saying...there must be some truth to it."
"...It's almost time."
Yes...it was almost time. My training was almost complete. I was following their words like a puppy dog; I had become almost silent during the pain. Just a little more and I would no longer be Tsukiyono Omi... I would be...dead. A thoughtless corpse that had no more desire to follow an order than it did to lie in the ground and wait for death to consume it.
"Don't be depressing, pretty Omi. You can be mournful later..."
I nodded. Nagi didn't care about me... How could I not be at least a bit mournful? Oh well, I would have to wait... I would cry later when no one was around... I would cry when I was buried in the shadows and no one could find me.
The shadows were perfect for someone like me. Someone who had had the light driven out of them belonged in the shadows of the night. The be consumed in darkness...what a dream...
"No more avoiding it, pretty Omi... It's time for you to know the secret..." he murmured in my ear.
I could feel the chains causing blood to drip down my wrists. He smiled at this and released my body. I simply fell to the ground like a lifeless doll and waited. I knew that soon he would tell me something that was most likely not true.
'Pretty Omi... Your father was Takatori Shuichi,' he whispered to my mind.
It was possible. Then I had kissed my half cousin; I had killed my cousins, uncle, and my father... But it didn't matter now. I was through searching for my past. I knew I had had a rough childhood, but that didn't matter. The past was something to be buried.
Buried with my body.
'Do you know what else?' Schuldig asked as he signaled for Farfello to enter the room once my wounds had healed on my wrists.
My wounds healed quickly even if I did acquire those of the ones I had healed. My body at least would care for itself a little bit. I sighed. Even if it did heal unbelievably fast there was still the blood to deal with.
'Nagi doesn't care. You're just his wonderful little fuck rag.'
A part of me didn't believe him but the other part was just too exhausted to disagree. I was to follow all of his and Crawford's orders. Everything they said had to be true. Persia was my father then, Nagi didn't care. Nagi...
"Do you not believe me?" Schuldig asked, finally speaking out loud.
I let out a cry of agony when Farfello was finished cutting his body and moved so close to me that my body started to heal him. It hurt so badly... I wasn't able to concentrate. My mind...it was getting buried in the depths of Farfello's once again.
"I believe you," I said after I had become silent. It didn't take me very long stop crying out about the pin. I had become accustomed to the pain. "You wouldn't lie, Schuldig... You'd only stretch the truth... So, what you're saying...there must be some truth to it."
"...It's almost time."
Yes...it was almost time. My training was almost complete. I was following their words like a puppy dog; I had become almost silent during the pain. Just a little more and I would no longer be Tsukiyono Omi... I would be...dead. A thoughtless corpse that had no more desire to follow an order than it did to lie in the ground and wait for death to consume it.
"Don't be depressing, pretty Omi. You can be mournful later..."
I nodded. Nagi didn't care about me... How could I not be at least a bit mournful? Oh well, I would have to wait... I would cry later when no one was around... I would cry when I was buried in the shadows and no one could find me.
The shadows were perfect for someone like me. Someone who had had the light driven out of them belonged in the shadows of the night. The be consumed in darkness...what a dream...