~ Ryou ~
During the day, no one spoke to Zoku-ou. Everyone was either scared or thought he was a fag. Either way, I wasn't scared or thought of him being homosexual or nothing, it's just that...I'm shy, savvy? I'm not one to start up a conversation with a complete stranger.
No, my mind doesn't work like that.
I suppose, since these are my most inner and private thought, I shall describe him. He's handsome, with his icy brown eyes and darkly tanned skin. His every movement is graceful, yet not angelic, no, he's not 'pure', but that's what makes him stand out. He has an aura of danger, with those eyes, who wouldn't be intimidated?
His hair is styled like my own, yet a bit shorter and it stood more on end, making him look even tougher than he already is. And what tops it all off, h scar, crossed over three times on his right cheek.
It's hard to say if I'm afraid or attracted. I'm not sure which-is- which.
But, on a sad note, school has ended. I won't be able to see him again, but I suppose I will always have my images while I'm asleep. That's the only time where I can find sanctuary, that's the only time I am granted Christ.
Funny, is it not?
How I still believe in God?
As I walk along the streets of Domino, I feel a bit happy, for my 'father' is going to be away at one of his archeological digs, and my mother and sister always go with him, so I'll be by myself. But, is that nessarily a good thing? Sure, my 'family' may be cruel, but I need them.
I need their human aura.
I hate being alone.
Alone is much worse than being abused.
And so I walk some more, with pedestrians giving my odd stares along the way. As if I were some side-show attraction. Being pale skinned and having equally pale hair doesn't really help, when you're trying to fit in, ne?
That it does not.
There were sirens coming from all direction. All were heading to my house! I ran as quick as I could, but when I reached my destination, I felt full regret for hurrying.
There laid the bodies of my mother and sister. Mother's eyes were wide open, as well as her mouth. Her pupils didn't show in the slightest. Amane was in the same condition and I felt myself sink to the ground.
...
...
Why were they dead?
Who smothered their blood, as if it was nothing? No hanius crime for man- slaughter? Why did Amane-chan and mother have to die? Why...? How...? Who...?
All I knew, what that (yet again), everyone betrayed me.
Despite how much I hated them, oh how I loved them also.
Why?
Why did you take my mother and sister from me, God, All-Mighty-Ruler-of-the- Universe?
Why...?
I silently sunk to my knees and I remember nothing more of that day.
Nothing more.
During the day, no one spoke to Zoku-ou. Everyone was either scared or thought he was a fag. Either way, I wasn't scared or thought of him being homosexual or nothing, it's just that...I'm shy, savvy? I'm not one to start up a conversation with a complete stranger.
No, my mind doesn't work like that.
I suppose, since these are my most inner and private thought, I shall describe him. He's handsome, with his icy brown eyes and darkly tanned skin. His every movement is graceful, yet not angelic, no, he's not 'pure', but that's what makes him stand out. He has an aura of danger, with those eyes, who wouldn't be intimidated?
His hair is styled like my own, yet a bit shorter and it stood more on end, making him look even tougher than he already is. And what tops it all off, h scar, crossed over three times on his right cheek.
It's hard to say if I'm afraid or attracted. I'm not sure which-is- which.
But, on a sad note, school has ended. I won't be able to see him again, but I suppose I will always have my images while I'm asleep. That's the only time where I can find sanctuary, that's the only time I am granted Christ.
Funny, is it not?
How I still believe in God?
As I walk along the streets of Domino, I feel a bit happy, for my 'father' is going to be away at one of his archeological digs, and my mother and sister always go with him, so I'll be by myself. But, is that nessarily a good thing? Sure, my 'family' may be cruel, but I need them.
I need their human aura.
I hate being alone.
Alone is much worse than being abused.
And so I walk some more, with pedestrians giving my odd stares along the way. As if I were some side-show attraction. Being pale skinned and having equally pale hair doesn't really help, when you're trying to fit in, ne?
That it does not.
There were sirens coming from all direction. All were heading to my house! I ran as quick as I could, but when I reached my destination, I felt full regret for hurrying.
There laid the bodies of my mother and sister. Mother's eyes were wide open, as well as her mouth. Her pupils didn't show in the slightest. Amane was in the same condition and I felt myself sink to the ground.
...
...
Why were they dead?
Who smothered their blood, as if it was nothing? No hanius crime for man- slaughter? Why did Amane-chan and mother have to die? Why...? How...? Who...?
All I knew, what that (yet again), everyone betrayed me.
Despite how much I hated them, oh how I loved them also.
Why?
Why did you take my mother and sister from me, God, All-Mighty-Ruler-of-the- Universe?
Why...?
I silently sunk to my knees and I remember nothing more of that day.
Nothing more.