A/N: hey guys I want to say thank you for the wonderful reviews you gave me they were very much appreciated. Now I must admit that this is a very fast update. :) oh and it looks like there will be another chapter XD
Warning: this chapter is told in 2nd person on what's going on with Kai, while chapter one's happening. Hopefully you get that. This chapter is set while Tyson's feeling weird and so on so on… oh and i decided to keep thier eye colour from season one since i like that better. :)
Disclaimer: look at your bit on chapter 1
Deep Reflection – Chapter two
He looked at all the destruction he had caused in just a matter of minutes, countless seconds.
Through anger; through rage.
His breathing raged, body aching, once white scarf now dyed a bloody red.
He still had that insane look in his eyes, and a smile to match. Even though he could be considered a complete lunatic now, he couldn't help but feel good. He couldn't help but quietly laugh like a manic. Because right now he couldn't hold anything back – there was no reason to.
No longer would he have to worry about when he would be sunk into the darkness of his past.
He felt exhausted, but he didn't give a damn. He was free, and there was no way his freedom would be stolen away from him. He slumped down onto the floor, tiredness finally getting to him, behind the bathtub and next to the shower, he was, crouched and out of the way.
Freedom…what was it? That was the question that ran though his brain. Was this how freedom felt? And if so, it wasn't that great at all.
Once again uncontrollable anger boiled though his veins. He punched the floor, his hand meeting a piece of stray broken glass instead of the ground. More blood seeped out from previous cuts (that had been made from wreaking the bathroom). But he didn't feel the pain; just saw the scarlet liquid flowing out of it. His eyes glinted wickedly at the sight.
In some sort of phase, he picked up the smashed piece of mirror, and surveyed it as it twinkled in the light shining from the window.
He tossed it up and caught it in the palm of his hand, squeezing it, so its sharp edges dug into the pale skin, once again not feeling the pain but seeing the blood.
Letting go of the mirror piece, he closed his now drooping eyes and hugged his knees, feeling cold and weak.
He saw hazy visions behind his closed eyes, but couldn't make out what they were of, and then a shiver went down his spine.
He leaned against the cool tiled wall behind him, and felt his mind go blank for a second that seemed more like eternity. His head dropping forward before, dropping back onto the wall.
Moments passed….
He felt so weak; he opened his now heavily lidded eyes, to look at his surroundings. Fully realising just what rage made him do to the bathroom.
He lifted up his bloody hand and stared at it. It hurt. It hurt a lot, along with the rest of his body.
He sighed miserably, wishing he couldn't feel the pain he felt, physically and mentally.
He shivered; why was it so cold, he could have sworn it had been reasonably warm a minute ago, what was wrong with him?
He knocked back some of his grey bangs that had drifted onto his face, it was then he felt the gash down the side of his head, most likely caused by one of the mirror pieces.
He rubbed the tips of his fingers over it softly wincing slightly in pain, he removed his fingers from the gash, it was bleeding.
He had the strangest need to just relax then and there, but just as he was about to take that need into consideration he heard what seemed like someone stepping on one of the broken mirror pieces and gasp.
He became aware that there was someone else besides himself in the room, and was suddenly more alert. Pulling his knees closer to himself, he waited.
Hopefully whoever entered would turn back around and walk out. But that obviously didn't happen when he heard the footsteps padding closer to his direction.
Who was this person, and why couldn't they leave him alone in peace.
But deep down inside, he knew exactly who it was and that discovery scared him.
If his instincts were right, then it was Tyson walking towards him.
And Tyson couldn't see him like this.
He was suddenly panicked.
He could feel his heart hammering against his rib-cage, he felt uneasy and sick.
He squeezed his hands tightly in their place around his legs, and waited feeling sweat run down his face.
Rocking back and fourth.
Back and fourth...
Back and fourth…..
Until…
"Kai?"
Upon hearing his name being called, he lifted his head up, suddenly feeling shameful, as if he had sinned greatly in the face of god.
If possible he felt his heart pound harder, and his muscles tensed.
Staring into the deep blue depths, he answered an inaudible "yes?".
-TBC-
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