Title: Too Late Now
This involves my favorite assassin, you know… the one clad in black, smoking cigarettes and kills people for the sake of a tree?
Why do I see your blood dripping on my hands?
Why can I hear your shrieks and desperate cries ringing in my ears though the crime was committed so long ago?
Why do I still see the fear that I have instilled upon your beautiful eyes?
Why does rain look more like a shower of familiar red liquid with a bit of metallic hint?
Why can't I live my life the same way I used to live before you joined the dust?
Are you haunting me?
Do you hate me?
Is your hatred so strong that it surpassed the boundaries of death and evolved into an unseen entity forever to hunt me down?
You know I killed you for a reason and you know it as much as the next person.
But maybe you don't know… And it's too late to say now.
A/N: I know it doesn't make much sense, but I never read Tokyo Babylon before… LOL. Sue me, just as long as you review me.