Kaise owns nothing but this idea... She's not sure where it came from, but it's part of a new thing she's trying. One-shots... Aaaaaaaaangsty one-shots..
Blood
Sora can't get it off.
It's all over him. Coating his hands, his face, his clothing..
"Come off.." He whispers desperatly," Just please wash off!" It doesn't occur to him that he's been in the shower for hours. It doesn't matter that he had scrubbed his skin raw and the wash cloth has turned scarlet.
The bathroom is flooded with steam. Tears are coursing down his cheeks, both from the pain and the lack of sleep.
He's haunted by them.
By who?
The heartless.
There's none there, but they stay there. They won't fade. They tell him things. They tell him to kill.. To kill all those he hold dear.
And the lack of sleep is clouding his judgement..
It's not real! He tries to convince himself that it's not there... But it is! It's pitch black, blacker than the creatures' bodies. It's sticky like the scarlet liquid that comes out of people when you cut them... It's covering him..
He feels sick. He's got a feeling it has to do with the blood.
But heartless don't have blood! They don't have hearts! They don't have minds, they don't have lungs! Why, why, why!
Now, black-red blood has joined the obsidian. This new color from the Nobodies. The ones who wanted to be complete but were refused..
He killed them...
They were almost human.. HELL! They were human!
He's humming now. The voices are back. They echo around the room and taunt him.. Tell him to step out and embrace the darkness...
And then he does the only thing he can..
He covers their blood up with his own.