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Ah, all those, poor, tortured 'evil' guys. They make me weep. , The title of this ficlet is taken from Disturbed's song, called just 'Voices'. (I couldn't help but think it fit Enishi kind of good)
Warning: This is kind of . . . disturbed, and strange.
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Voices - A ficlet in Enishi's POV by Maaya
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Sister is angry.
Sister wants me to kill Him - I'm sure she does, he was the one who killed her after all. But whenever I'm close to Him with a sword, she stops smiling at me. There only thing left in my head is whispers, quiet so I won't hear what they say, but loud enough to seem . . . angry.
Sister is angry.
The only thing I can come up with is that she doesn't think I am good enough, not good enough to kill Him. But I am, I really am, and I want to prove it. But her not-smiling-anymore face stops me.
Sister is angry.
Her beautiful face is tortured, scared, weeping. But then I stop trying to hit him with the sword and she smiles through the crystal tears, wet cheeks drawing upwards just a little in a peaceful but guarded expression.
Sister is angry.
No! She has to understand! I have to kill Him to avenge you, sister! I have to do it to let you rest in peace! Listen to me, sister! Don't cry, listen to me! I'm doing it for you.
For you.
Sister is angry.
I miss you sister.
'I know.'
Do you miss me too?
'I do.'
Why won't you smile for me, Sister?
'I want to.'
Do you hate me?
'Never.'
Do you love me?
'Always.'
She smiles then, just a little, and reaches out as if she wants to touch me.
But sister is still angry.
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The End
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Ah, all those, poor, tortured 'evil' guys. They make me weep. , The title of this ficlet is taken from Disturbed's song, called just 'Voices'. (I couldn't help but think it fit Enishi kind of good)
Warning: This is kind of . . . disturbed, and strange.
***
Voices - A ficlet in Enishi's POV by Maaya
***
Sister is angry.
Sister wants me to kill Him - I'm sure she does, he was the one who killed her after all. But whenever I'm close to Him with a sword, she stops smiling at me. There only thing left in my head is whispers, quiet so I won't hear what they say, but loud enough to seem . . . angry.
Sister is angry.
The only thing I can come up with is that she doesn't think I am good enough, not good enough to kill Him. But I am, I really am, and I want to prove it. But her not-smiling-anymore face stops me.
Sister is angry.
Her beautiful face is tortured, scared, weeping. But then I stop trying to hit him with the sword and she smiles through the crystal tears, wet cheeks drawing upwards just a little in a peaceful but guarded expression.
Sister is angry.
No! She has to understand! I have to kill Him to avenge you, sister! I have to do it to let you rest in peace! Listen to me, sister! Don't cry, listen to me! I'm doing it for you.
For you.
Sister is angry.
I miss you sister.
'I know.'
Do you miss me too?
'I do.'
Why won't you smile for me, Sister?
'I want to.'
Do you hate me?
'Never.'
Do you love me?
'Always.'
She smiles then, just a little, and reaches out as if she wants to touch me.
But sister is still angry.
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The End
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