Was it worth it? Stupid words, really, but still they echo through my mind... Was it worth it to kill so many to merely wrap my arms around that slim body? Was it worth it all just for the chance and the actual seduction of what once I believed was the embodiment of innocence? He really was beautiful when he was looking completely horrified as he moaned and blushed while telling me to stop.

He didn't remember me. There wasn't a single lie that I couldn't place into his mind. It'd be nice...confusing him, manipulating him until he saw only me. Only me...heh, what typical words of a lunatic. I'm not insane, not quite yet. I still have the sense to function, but I know it's coming. It won't take long before I am unreachable by mankind and will be put where Farfello belonged long ago.

"W-Who are you...?" he begged quietly as I held his nude, shivering body in my arms, refusing to let him be.

"Don't be afraid of me, Omi, I didn't hurt you, did I?" I whispered softly into his ear, fingering along his slim throat.

"No...but...I need a name..." he murmured, leaning back against me.

"Shoukou. If you must call me something, let it be that. Don't use it frequently."

"Yes..."

I kissed him lightly without lust, passion, or whatever the word is that one prefers to use when referring to such a thing. It was...oddly innocent for someone such as myself. No, it wasn't without lust. I wanted him, more of him, all of him. If I could consume Omi I would... If I could possess Omi, I would. Such things...are they truly so impossible? No bondage in this world will truly make him mine.

Obsession...is that a sign of insanity? Obsession...a passion...lust...they're all the same. So many words exist for the same feeling. Love, hate, they're the same too. Love is an obsession just as hate is. So, the truth is that those that are considered innocent feel neither.

I'll remove Omi's innocence and return him to a place of complete sin. Wasn't it that innocence I desired...? Or perhaps it was simply the desire to ruin it. Yes, I want to ruin that which is purer than I and learn to possess it.

"I love you, Omi..."

I'm not lying. It's just the same as being obsessed with you but aren't you more fond of the gentleness of the word love? I love you, only you, always you, eternally. ...Forever.

Notes: The entire time I was writing this I was listening to "Are You Breathing?" by Disturbed on repeat...which as one may imagine is not so easy to do with the amount of noise in that song ^^;;;; I eventually just...sort of spaced off while listening to it and started writing this ^.^ Sorry I took so long to post again ÂÂ;;;; Christmas made me very busy and today, for the most part, I was trying to help my mom clean stuff up...and we're still not done! O.o Disturbing, isn't it? Now! Onto something which actually matters! ((what...me...write something important? O.O;;;; ))

Sammy-chan! Yes! Nagi is scary o.O;;; He also has bad substitute names ÂÂ;;; Weird, child...

Koneko Bombay! Yes, you're right too...it is weird @.@ Wait...you used the word original? ^^;;; Aww, yes, well, I usually write Fui's plots...so...this is just where any creative energy I have slips out...excluding doodling... I love Fui's plots XD They're so much better...and er...developed ^^;;; heh heh...

Bombay-chan! It's because of you and To-chan I'm actually writing a fic o.O;;; so yes, sorry it's so weird @.@

Oh dear...this part's getting longer than the fic ÂÂ;;;;