I was write thins and thinking to myself OMG I'm a fan girl. I've fallen in and I can't seem to get out, it'll be down hill from here. LOL Or maybe it's the excessive heat of this summer. It's been getting to me in weird ways. I think the heat broke something in my brain. o.0 My friend read it was said it was really good so I'm letting you all read the product of my broken mind. Enjoy and please don't hate me ;;;
He should feel at home here, wrapped in these shadows, His shadows, with blood dripping from fresh wounds, but even after all these years, he never could. His only small relief was the feel of warmth sliding silkily down his bare arms allowing him to expel his pent up emotion that clawed at his soul trying to be released. Everyone thought he was so in control but he feared losing it all the time. It seemed the harder he tried to control the shadows inside the harder they fought for release. He was never really at ease except when he felt the crystalline clarity of pain and the pent up emotions draining directly from his veins.
They had cast him in this roll long ago, calm, cool, collected, unfeeling. That was his role in this play of eternity. He couldn't remember when he had started cutting, he just remembered the relief the physical lethargy that followed. The lethargy that let him sleep without fear of losing control when the nightmares started. They would come, they always did. Nightly he dement of losing control and hurting them. The people who had broken through his carefully constructed barriers to find toe and finger holds on his heart. That's why he couldn't let himself feel something, anything, he'd lose control. With great power comes greater responsibility. He had to protect everyone, from him, even if it meant locking himself, his true self, deep inside and never letting anyone close. He was the reason Tsuzuki couldn't be his partner. Tsuzuki needed support and warmth but he couldn't risk it. These thoughts warred in his mind but were slowly silenced as the blood flowed. His sliced arms, they at least, would be healed by morning.
I feel there's more coming but I'm not promising anything. I can't decided if I want to continue this has a few plots skipping merrily through her head or if I want to write one for each character, or if I just want to let sleeping dogs lay.
Read and review please Bows
