Spiteful
A/N: Annnnd, I'm back! It's winter break so we'll see how well I can update for the next three weeks! Enjoy!
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I hate him. Everything he does makes me want to kill him. I want to take his neck between my hands and snap it. Or poke his eyes out. Or drain his body of every ounce of blood. I want to make him suffer. I want to see his eyes roll back and I want to see his lifeless body fall to the floor.
I hate him.
He makes fun of me and never allows me to have my fun. Everything I do is a nuisance. I am quite positive if I were to die at the hands of the Dark Kingdom (not that he knows who they are) he would only come to my funeral to laugh. He hates me too.
And I am okay with that.
At least that is what I tell everybody. Well, everybody who cares which just so happens to be a dwindling number. I have a theory that I can only rely on my senshi at this point. And even they do not like me at some points, I can tell.
In the world I am alone.
I like to blame him for everything. he makes fun of my hair. He makes fun of how I act. He makes fun of me. And then he goes around and makes me fall for him.
Which is terribly stupid.
Everything he does makes me want to kill him. But at the same time I just want to go up to him and give him a hug. I want to throw away everything he has done to me; I want to throw away every tear he had me cry and just kiss him.
And I hate him for it.
I want to see him suffer because of it.
. . .
A/N: A little bit of the dark side of Usagi. That was fun to write considering my attachment to these type of feelings. *pouts*
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