A/n: Ya know I'm a little concerned. I didn't get as many reviews for the last chapter as I thought I would. Did I freak anybody out with how I made Daisuke slap Satoshi like a girl and then run away? Has anybody noticed how my writing for this fic has changed because it's been nagging at me lately. I mean at first this was just supposed to be a mysterious and poetic fic but now I'm actually writing it to where it makes more sense. And I'm a little confused because I have NO idea what I want to do with this fic anymore! At first this fic was going to be short and sweet, confusing but painfully interesting, taunting and desirable. But I have come to realize that if I were to keep writing it with every character's POV then this will just turn out to be a weird angst filled soap opera and then the ending totally won't fit at all. I'm slightly disappointed with how it was raining last night and then this morning it stopped raining so I'm actually no longer in the mood to write. But even though I'm not in the mood to write, I have the time so I'm going to. All I have to do is read a little bit of some depressing stories, drink some tea, and listen to some melancholy music then BOOM BITCH I am totally in the zone! Actually, to be able to get me inspired it takes a LOT of things…that I will not bother listing right now. This should be an easy chapter seeing as how this was planned out quite some time ago. This'll work out, I'm sure. I just need more reviews man! And off we go with this chapter.
Chapter 4 With Shattered Pieces Falling
"If only I could catch you as you fall."
If only I could do so many things. If only I could make you feel calm and happy. If only I could erase all the horrid memories that you have to live with. If only I could be the one you love. There is too much for me ever to accomplish in one lifetime with you. I can't seem to get closer to you. You are too far away for me to ever be able to have you, to say that you are mine. In the ever growing mist all I am able to see is a dark silhouette wandering aimlessly about, never to find your way. But I want to help you find your way. I want to be there when all time has come to a halt. Why won't you let me? Why do you insist on pushing me away?
You appear so fragile and vulnerable. I know you think that one day I'll kill your true love and you of course are right. I will kill the person who keeps drawing you away from me. I'll burn their flesh and bathe in their blood as long as you still love them. I find myself walking the path that you were once on. I remember the innocent child that you were swinging with. I even remember your one thought that echoed so loudly that it even reached my ears. You finally felt like you belonged somewhere. And I recall the feeling of internal peace washing over you as the child hummed a tune. You were happy my love. If only you could feel carefree and trusting more often. I felt what you felt. I heard the little girl. I saw the ominous clouds in the sky and felt the pleasant breeze. I connected with you on a level that I never thought I'd get a chance to. And when you walked away from it all I could feel a gentle tug on my heart as you did, arousing my curiosity. I can still feel it. It is a dull ache that continues to get in the way of my breathing. What is this feeling? Why do I wish to go back? Why do I wish to swing with that infant with the caring twinkling eyes? Why? Why, Satoshi? Can you answer me that one question? What did that girl mean to you for such loving memories of your mother to float into your mind?
I know that I will never have the answer and for some odd reason I do not wish to know. This unknown emotion is welcomed. I'm honored to be able to share such a thing with you. You are the only person that I have ever felt this trivial emotion called 'love' before. But you do not wish to believe me. I am nothing more then a curse to you. And it pains me more and more after every time that you shun me. Why can't you see the truth? Why can't you see? I gaze at the leaves as they scrape across the pavement with a distant air.
I can accept your hatred towards me no matter how painful it is. But while I revel in the fear that I see shining in everyone's eyes when they gaze upon me in wonder I disapprove of you being terrified of me almost to a point where it is unbearable. When will your dark feelings and thoughts towards me end? When will you ever feel something akin to companionship for me? I wish for so many things. But they will never come true, another thing that you and I share.
With my acute hearing a sweet melody tickles my ear somewhere close by. I continue to take turns and more turns, winding through this labyrinth of life until I reach my final destination. Until I reach where the music is coming from, the mysterious music. I make one last turn and come to a symphony. I retract my wings, slip inside and take a seat in the far back corner. There is a young woman with shoulder length auburn locks, playing a piano. I quickly find myself mesmerized by her music. Her fingers run skillfully over the keys and her eyes are closed as she herself is lost in the music. The sorrowful song lulls me to a deep sleep and I willingly close my eyes. A memory begins to take form.
You and I are not always hostile towards each other. There wasn't always a deep rift between us. We've actually had a few days where we could stand in the same room in peace and silence.
I lay blinking in slight confusion as I stare at your childlike face while you sleep, completely vulnerable. How is it that I am laying next to you? I decide that it would be better if I get out of bed before you wake up or else I'll feel your rage, which in a way is…charming.
Getting up slowly I realize that I'm not fully dressed, not dressed at all actually. So while rummaging through your drawers I find a nice comfortable outfit of a white long sleeve button up shirt and a pair of loose white pajama pants. I feel a little parched so I walk resolutely to the refrigerator and retrieve a carton of orange juice. I remember trying this drink once before after coming home from a chase of cat and mouse with Dark Mousy. I found this drink to my liking so I think I'll have it now. While pouring myself a glass I glance out the window to find that it is snowing. White luscious snow, it shall forever calm me. Without really realizing it I take a seat at the table and begin sipping my drink, still staring outside. Maybe I'll venture outside after I'm done with my breakfast of juice.
"Mmmnn….what...the?"
Turning my head just a tad I lay my eyes on you leaning against the doorway half asleep, rubbing your eye with a balled fist, and wearing silk sapphire blue pajamas. My, how you do look cute.
"Krad?"
I continue drinking.
"Yes?"
You stare with half lidded eyes. What a lustful look.
"What are you…how are you…you…wait what?"
That was possibly the most pitiful sentence that I have ever heard escape your lips, and it was not even a full sentence, how pitiful, Satoshi-sama.
"How am I currently sitting in front of you drinking orange juice? I'm sorry to say that I myself do not have that answer."
You walk slowly towards me giving me a weary look and take a seat. You are still staring, not very polite.
"So…you're drinking orange juice…"
"Yes."
"Is it good?"
"Yes."
"Any left?"
I smile.
"Yes."
"Ok."
And with that you stand and walk to get yourself some orange juice. My eyes follow your every movement.
"Krad?"
"Yes?"
"Is it snowing?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Ok."
This is not exactly the brightest conversation that we've ever had but it is the most pleasant one yet.
"Krad."
"Yes?"
"Tell me again why you are sitting in front of me."
"I do not know why, Satoshi-sama."
"Oh. Ok."
You seem to be waking up a little more and you sit across the table from me, still staring. Your head drops a bit and you sigh.
"Do you think we'll ever catch Dark?"
I blink a few times in thought. Will we ever catch him? I'll try my best of course for we have not had very much luck so I can not say I know the answer.
"I do not know."
"Hm, that's too bad. I thought you would know. You seem to be the one out of the two of us who wants to get rid of him the most. Why do you want him gone anyway?"
How am I to answer this one?
"This question is difficult to answer, Satoshi."
"I'm listening."
I think I will have to put down my mug. So setting it down I have a quick inhale. Then closing my eyes I exhale. This might take a little while to explain…or perhaps not.
"You see Satoshi-sama; I once knew the answer to that question perfectly. I was created to catch him and prevent him from stealing anymore Hikari art work. But now so many years later and still no success I am unsure as to what I am to do anymore."
You take a long sip of your own juice and lean back in your chair.
"So what you're saying is…you're confused."
I nod. It is true, very true.
"You don't really have a reason anymore. The art work belongs to the government now. It's not mine so therefore your no longer a tool of the Hikari's. I'm a Hiwatari now. You don't belong to me and I'm not so sure that I want to have you around me twenty-four seven. And I don't approve of you trying to kill Daisuke Niwa either just because he's part of the Niwa family and owns Dark. This game needs to come to an end. I'm not even sure if I want to keep listening to my step-father. But if I don't do as he says I won't have a home so I have no choice. But you…well…you don't need to try and kill them. You don't have a reason to kill anymore, Krad. You can be free to do what you want. But then again it is your job. You were made for one purpose and one purpose only. Find a different purpose Krad. Find another reason to live. It is our job as the living to find our purpose in life."
You give a gentle smile. If only you could make that smile more often.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes. I do."
You give a chuckle, very pleasing to hear really.
"But it is pretty fun not to mention great exercise. I mean I like the game we play don't you?"
"Yes Satoshi, I do."
"So do I. I mean let's keep the chase up so that not only my father is pleased but we are too. I'm just telling you that there's no need to kill them. Do you get what I'm saying?"
I feel as though I am a child being scolded or something close to that.
"Yes."
"So are you going to try and kill them still?"
"I don't know. I understand what you are saying. But Dark annoys me to a point where I just feel the need to kill him."
You give another chuckle.
"Yes. I know what you mean. But he does have a fun personality doesn't he?"
An unexpected thought occurs to me. What exactly are you saying Satoshi? What is this that you are saying about Dark? You like his personality. You like chasing him. What else do you like about him? I am unwilling to ask to say the least. I really do not wish to answer your question either. But your smile…is alluring.
"Yes, he does."
"Hmm, Krad?"
"Yes?"
"You should wear normal clothes more often. They suit you."
That definitely caught me off guard. I think it shows on my face for you are laughing quite loudly.
"What do you think of my opinion Krad? Is it welcomed?"
"It…is. Thank you."
I think it is time I stop staring at you. The snow greets my vision again. What a pleasurable winter present.
"What are you thinking about?"
Suddenly I feel almost detached, out of my body. I don't feel like I am even in the same room with you. I feel almost as if I am watching us from a distance, from far away. How will I answer your questions Satoshi?
"Nothing Satoshi."
Silence engulfs the room.
"Can you…promise me something?"
"Yes. What is it?"
You start scraping your finger nails against the table. What is troubling you?
"Can you promise…never to kill Dark?"
A startling question. Do I dare to answer?
"I…Satoshi…"
I look into your pleading azure pools. Why are you asking me this? What does Dark really mean to you?
"Please, Krad. Promise me you will never kill him. If you really care about me then you'll promise me that."
How can I tell him no when he tells me that?
"I promise."
"Thank you. Thank you, Krad."
I nod. How could I promise you that? Can I keep my promise? I do not know if I can. What would you do if I broke my promise? Satoshi…
"Do you want to go outside?"
Why must you always startle me?
"Why do you ask?"
You a give a shrug.
"I've been watching you stare out the window for some time now. If you want to go outside you need to get dressed. I'll go with you."
"Yes Satoshi."
You stand up and take both our mugs to the sink filling them with water.
"Let me go find some coats and gloves for us. Just sit on the couch for now."
I watch you leave the room before I take a seat on the couch and relax. I wonder what you meant when you were speaking of Dark. I do not dare to assume that you may care for him. That is one revolting thought that I can not bring myself to acknowledge even if it were to be true. I pray that this highly possible and ludicrous notion is untrue.
"Krad? Krad?"
Coming back to my body I see that you are a few feet in front of me with two coats, two snow caps, two scarves, and a pair of socks. You give me a pair of each and the pair of socks.
"I thought that you might want to put on a pair of socks before you go out so your feet wont get frost bite. Not that I care or anything."
I look at your smirking face and let out a small chuckle.
"Of course you do not Satoshi."
You start to wrap your sky blue scarf around you, your blue jacket already on. I notice you're still in your pajamas. I put on my white coat and white scarf. Everything feels so soft.
"What are these clothes made out of?"
You turn to me with a perplexed look on your face. I wonder what it was that you were thinking for me to have startled you that much.
"Wool I think."
I nod and put on the socks and black boots feeling quite warm.
"Alright, are you ready?"
You hold out your hand to help me up and I can't help but stare at it as if it is a foreign object. You've never shown me this much kindness before. But why let the kindness go when it is so freely offered? I take your hand and entwine my fingers with yours while you help me up. We step towards the door and you place your hand on the knob looking me in the eye.
"You ready?"
"Yes."
You open the door and I'm taken aback by the site that greets me. The icicles on the trees twinkle like stars. The swings on the playground by the apartments are covered in ice and shine like glass. I take a step hearing the ice crunch underneath me. Miniature orbs of ice continue to float down upon us. I am still holding your hand. You do not seem to mind. So I give a tender squeeze. I let go of your hand and walk towards a bundle of flowers to run my fingers over the crystal petals. I glance at you out of the corner of my eye to see you staring at me, arms crossed.
"You know, you fit perfectly with this scene. I bet somebody could draw a painting of you surrounded by snow covered trees and people would pay good money for it."
I take in the astonishing compliment. What are you trying to tell me?
"Do you mind if I take a picture?"
I shake my head, "I do not mind at all."
"Ok then."
You take out a camera from your pocket.
"I thought it would be appropriate to take pictures of the snow. Ok now just turn around and look at me."
I turn towards you but then something comes to me, "Satoshi, do you wish for me to smile?"
"Only if you want to. I think it would look good either way."
All of these compliments that you have been showering me with are starting to become overwhelming and I can feel myself smiling. Before I know it you have already taken the picture. I stand up and walk over to a tree and begin to trace every curve and line on the bark. You take another picture.
"Hey Krad, can you do me a favor?"
"Yes."
You open your mouth struggling with the question, "Can you…take out your wings?"
My wings? What for? A picture?
"I would be more then happy to oblige."
I close my eyes and concentrate feeling the wings sprout from my back slowly growing. I flex my wings and turn my head to see a snowy white bird sitting on the branch next to me. You take a picture. Am I really that photogenic? I reach out my index finger for the bird to stand on. You take a picture. The bird flies and perches on my offered finger. You take a picture. I stroke the bird almost adoringly. You take another picture.
"Satoshi?"
"Yeah?"
"May I take a picture of you?"
A blink.
"Um, sure. Where do you want me to stand?"
"By the swings."
You raise an eyebrow and smile. I watch you walking over to the swings and rub the ice off, taking a seat. You slowly start to swing and I find myself bewitched by the site of your serene face, the quiet wind blowing your bangs past your eyes, and your pale skin in contrast to your dark midnight blue outfit adding to the scene. You appear to be younger then you really are, fragile and breakable, pure and precious, lonesome and infantile. I lift the camera carefully getting the perfect view of you and take the picture.
"Satoshi."
"…yes?"
"Why did you wish to take a picture of me?"
You tilt your head thoughtfully and look up to me.
"Because…when I saw you standing there, with your usual cold façade, surrounded by the winter snow, I thought of you as almost phantom like, ethereal, angelic even. The site of an ephemeral angel surrounded by the winter snow is to me an evanescent beauty. It's poetic in a way. I wanted to keep the image in more then just my memory. Is it a problem?"
"No Satoshi. It is not."
I would be lying if I said I am not flattered. Lying…to the most extreme.
"No Satoshi, it is not a problem at all. I am honored to be looked at in such a way by you."
I take a bow and stand back up to the glorious smile of Satoshi.
"Krad, tell me something."
"Yes?"
A gust of wind blows your hair around your face making it difficult to see your expression.
You tilt your head up to the sky and ask in a mournful tone, "Have you ever felt like you were falling into an unknown darkness?"
Yes.
"…like you were falling all alone with no one to catch you as you fall?"
I feel it everyday.
"Tell me Krad, have you?"
…I feel it when I'm around you
"Yes Satoshi. I have."
I feel it too Satoshi.
"But Satoshi, if ever you were to fall, I would be there to catch you. I'll always be here for you Satoshi."
Because you are the reason I live.
You bow your head again. I still am unable to see your expression.
"You know what Krad? I never thought that I would ever get to see what was beyond your cold and malicious smirks. And it's surprising to find that underneath it all you're just a kind and quiet person who likes the snow, orange juice, and…"
You
"…and the color white. But even if you look like a heartless cold blooded murderer…or a kind and silent otherworldly creature…you still…."
I what, Satoshi?
Mist is starting to surround us, swallowing you.
"You still…"
I still what?
The mist is covering you completely. It is obscuring you from my vision. I can't see you. I can't find you.
"…look like…"
Look like what?
I'm surrounded in the snow, alone, I'm alone. Forever alone. I call to you. I call out your name. I can't find you! Please, come back to me! Don't leave me. Don't go…
"…a fallen angel."
…Satoshi.
And I fall into my dark abyss…to my death.
"Krad!"
"S-Satoshi?"
I blink a few times trying to wake up. It was a dream. It was all a dream. I think…
"Krad. Hey, wake up."
I remember now. The symphony. The girl playing the piano. I fell asleep. But who-
"Yo! Krad. Get up. Come on, let's go."
"What?"
"I said let's go."
I look up. Oh god. What is this idiot doing here?
"Dark, why are you here?"
Dark gives one of his moronic grins and scratches the back of his head.
"Well, Daisuke was feeling a little down so I thought taking him here would cheer him up. He's been dying to see this for a while now but with school and our job and all he hasn't been able to."
Oh yes, that's right. Niwa slapped my poor Satoshi-sama. He must pay for that.
"So Niwa is depressed?"
"Uh…yeah."
I'm trying to decide between a mocking smirk and a malevolent chuckle. Maybe I should do both.
"Oh I wonder why. Adolescent teenagers and their petty growth stages. That's partly the reason why I do not often sleep with people so young."
You frown. Oh yes, get angry with me.
"Shut. Up."
"I mean I can not deny the wonderful feeling of tainting a pure soul and impressionable mind. Yes, it is quite…fun."
"I said, shut the fuck up."
Heh. You're so easy to anger Dark. I love that weakness in you.
"And it is really such a pity how you will never have Niwa. It is so invigorating to feel him writhing underneath me and crying out my name with such passion. I simply feel the need to taint him even more."
"I said to shut the fuck up you asshole!"
You throw a punch and I easily block it to duck and knee you in the stomach making you gasp out in pain. Oh how I love it when you're angry. Your guard is terrible when you're in a rage. You clutch your stomach and glare at me. Let me just smirk once more to turn up the heat. As I predicted you come charging at me, you jump to land a drop kick but I side step it, grab your leg and throw you into a wall. A loud thump and a groan is all I need to know that you're done for today. I turn around to take my leave.
"Wait!"
I stop walking. I'll listen. Go on.
"Why? Why Krad?"
"Why what?"
I stare at you as I watch you get up taking in the damage. I see your harsh breathing, disheveled appearance, staggering as you walk your way to lean on a chair.
"Why did you…use Daisuke like that? You know he cares for you! You know how much he likes you! He even loves you. I just don't get it. Why Krad?"
I dig in my jacket, or should I say, Satoshi's jacket and find a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Lighting one up I take a long drag. I hate these things. But sometimes what you hate can also be what you need.
"Why you ask."
Your breathing a little bit more normally now. Didn't take long for you to calm down. Never does, aren't you just a disgrace.
"For revenge that's why."
You narrow your eyes. You are so very predictable Dark Mousy.
"Revenge for what?"
"You like to ask many questions Dark."
"Maybe because you have all the answers that I'm looking for."
"Oh but don't I? You would like to know why I did this and for what reason I did that. The next thing you know you might ask why I am even alive."
You grin. Yes I know, say your idiotic reply.
"But I have been wondering that. Why exactly are you alive?"
"Hn, why don't you try to find out the reason for your purpose of living before you think about mine."
"But I already know my purpose. Everyone does. I'm am the famous phantom thief Dark Mousy. I'm here to steal not kill. That's your department."
"So you are a thief."
A nod.
"Well then, what would happen if your job of being a thief were to stop? What then? What would your purpose be then? If I stopped chasing you what would you do? You would have no reason to live. Niwa certainly is not in love with you for he is obsessing over me. So why would you need to be alive?"
Complete silence. You have no answer for that now do you. Too bad.
"What about you…"
"What about me Dark?"
You take a seat.
"What's your glorious purpose in life? Other then to catch me of course. I mean let's say that I was to stop stealing, what would you do then? You'd have no job. And let's even say that you were to kill me. I'm out of the way so there's no reason left for you to live either. We're just art work Krad. We're not allowed to have lives. And you still haven't answered my question. Revenge for what?"
Not that it is any of your business but I think I'll tell you anyway.
"A few months ago, I had somehow found a way to separate my body from Satoshi's. It was a memory that I will never forget. I'll cherish it always. It was one of the few times that Satoshi and I were ever able to be in the same room and not fight."
You laugh, "Major achievement there. Never would've been able to do that if I were him."
"Would you like the answer or not?"
"Ok fine, go on."
"It was a cold winter day, it was…snowing. At some point of time during this day he had asked me to promise him that I would not kill you. I didn't know if I could really keep that type of promise."
You lean closer obviously listening.
"So let me guess, you said no to the promise."
"Wrong."
I take another drag of my cigarette. You raise an eyebrow. God, I knew you would do that at some point of time.
"Oh? Really?"
"I actually said yes. I promised him that I would never kill you thinking that by doing that I was showing him how much I really cared about him. But also by letting you live I was just letting him get closer and closer to you."
You stare intensely at me. Realization finally making its way into your thick skull.
"So you're saying that Satoshi…he…he likes me?"
"That is correct, Dark."
"So you want revenge on me because you think I stole Satoshi's heart away from you? Is that it?"
"Obviously. He never hated me until he fell in love with you of all people. I have no idea about what he sees in you. But Dark, that promise that I made…I am not so sure if I can keep it…I do not wish to keep it. Realize this Dark Mousy; your life is still mine to take."
I see your eyes sparkling with mischief. Why must you always know a way out of things you rodent?
"But Krad, if you were to kill me then Satoshi wouldn't be very happy now would he? He would never love you even if I were out of the way and gone giving you a lifetime to try and win his heart. But do you really think that he'd give you a chance after taking his beloved's life?"
You are so very predictable Dark.
"So, you will use Satoshi's feelings against me?"
You do not answer, so very predictable.
"My, aren't you just the hypocrite."
"What do you mean Krad?"
How stupid can you get Dark?
"You get angry with me because I use Daisuke's feelings against you. And now you are going to use Satoshi's feelings against me. That is very hypocritical of you Dark. Not a wise move I am sure."
You cross your arms making you look even more immature.
"Well, for your part, planning on taking my life to get to Satoshi isn't very smart either."
You are quite the simpleton.
"Oh but Dark, I already know that I will never have Satoshi. I know that whether you are alive or not I can never have his heart."
"Then what's the point in killing me if it makes no difference one way or another?"
"Dark, I can always find some peace of mind by knowing that you are dead."
Standing up you walk towards me and shake your head.
"So this is one of those if I can't him then nobody can kind of deals huh."
I shake my head. That's not it at all.
"You are not the only one that I want revenge from Dark."
"What, Daisuke? What do you mean? You can't possibly mean that you want revenge on Satoshi too. That makes no sense!"
"You said it yourself Dark. We are nothing but pieces of art. We are not allowed to have our own lives. We can't afford to fall in love. Our job is our job. You were made to steal the Hikari's art and I was made to get rid of you. So I am merely doing my job."
"Why can't we forget our job though Krad? You promised Satoshi. Why can't you keep the promise to the one you love? Why can't you just forget?"
We stand two feet away from each other. A sudden feeling of almost, but not quite anguish fills me. I feel my gut clenching, tightening and I can't seem to swallow down the cold lump in my throat. What is this? What is this feeling?
"Dark, have you ever felt like you were falling all alone?"
Your eyes widen. I know you have. The lump is getting bigger.
"Yes. With no one to catch me while I fall…"
"When do you feel like this?"
You bow your head hiding your eyes. My heart is racing, why?
"When I'm…with Daisuke. Always, always when I'm with him. I'll always feel like I'm falling."
The same answer as mine. I knew it would be. I swallow it down. It leaves for now.
"If you were given a choice, over never having met Niwa and never feeling like this or spending a whole life time with him having to feel this way which would you chose?"
"I…I don't know. I guess, I would choose to forget."
It is time that I left.
"But wait Krad! What would you choose?"
I stop walking and say over my shoulder, "I choose to spend a whole life time. I will spend a life time by his side, forever feeling the pain because he is falling right now as well. He's falling deeper then I am and it is your fault for that. I would spend a life time falling with him because that is the depth of my love. That is how much I care for him. So you wish to know why I can not keep my promise…now you know."
I turn and leave you standing alone, a far away look in your eyes. Maybe now you understand how I feel. Maybe now you know.
I take out my wings and fly back to the apartments. I think it is time to let you have control now Satoshi. And I let myself fall to the back of your mind watching. You walk to the bathroom and stare at yourself in the mirror.
"Krad?"
"Yes, Satoshi?"
"I hate you. You know that right?"
Yes. I know, Satoshi.
"You claim that it is Dark's fault that I feel like this. You're wrong Krad. It's your fault. You use Daisuke to get revenge against Dark for not knowing how I love him. You hurt Dark. And he's right ya know. By killing him you're not going to get far with me. But then, you're also right Krad."
Dark is not the only one that I am getting revenge against.
"You're right. This is partly my fault too. I deserve to fall. I deserve it. I've never given you a chance. It's my fault for why Dark gets hurt. It's my fault for why Daisuke gets hurt. It's all my fault."
No Satoshi. It's our entire fault.
Your breathing is getting faster and faster.
"It's all my fault."
No Satoshi it's not. If only you knew. If only I could help you. But you just keep pushing me away, farther and farther away. This is partly my fault. And I'm ready to admit my blatant jealousy. I can admit it.
"I'm sorry Krad. You're right, it is my fault. I'm to blame."
"No Satoshi. We are all to blame."
You shake your head gripping the edge of your sink harder and harder.
"No, it's only my fault. It has to be. Why would I have such bad luck if I wasn't doing something wrong? Why do I continue to get punished if I'm not doing anything wrong!? Why!?"
"Satoshi, it's all of our fault. Listen to me Satoshi! Stop pushing me away!"
You're yelling now and I don't know what to do. If only I could make you calm and happy like that little girl did.
"I deserve this!"
If only I could make you forget all those awful memories that you have to live with.
"I should be punished!"
If only it were me you loved my dear Satoshi-sama.
"It's my entire fault!"
SLAM!
Your fist collides with the mirror shattering the glass. You go silent and stare at yourself absorbing the image before you.
An almost perfect circle where your heart is, on the mirror is missing. From the circle there are jagged lines going across the mirror separating your body into equal slices. One line is going straight down the middle and on the right half of the mirror there is my reflection while on the left there is yours. I lift one hand at the same time you lift one hand and we both place our hand on the half our own face is on. The rest of the mirror shatters.
The sound of glass falling to the flour and breaking into smaller and sharper pieces echoes through all the rooms. You fall to your knees on the floor staring at the hundreds of pieces of glass with my face on them.
"If only I could catch you as you fall."
A/n: Well I found out that this chapter wasn't easy AT ALL to write. And better yet, even with everybody's POV I can STILL make it confusing! I AM TALENTED! I mean MAN to me I made the ending confusing as hell didn't I!? Damn I'm good! This was 26 pages long for all you ppl who for some reason want to know. It was the longest chapter that I have EVER written. The shortest would be 2 pages. So isn't that a major improvement? I went from 2 to 26 pages! Lovely. R&R!
