Perfect Enemy
...Tenth Part: Krad...
I didn't care what I destroyed, as long as something was obliterated. I wanted everything to hurt as much as I did. I wanted the whole world to suffer with me, so I wouldn't have to be the only one. I wouldn't have to be alone. I didn't want to be alone.
Now, what have you learned from all this, Krad? the Hikari said eventually. His voice was much calmer than I thought it should be. Too satisfied with what had happened. I wanted to get away from that voice – that whole presence.
After a long while, I forced myself to say, I never should have trusted Dark.
Exactly.
But he said that he loved me! I objected, punching my fist through a brick wall. My hand withdrew bloody and battered, and probably broken here and there, but I couldn't have cared less. That's more than you've ever done, I accused.
But I haven't deceived you, either, he pointed out.
"I don't care!" I snarled aloud. I don't care what you have and have not done. I want you gone! I want you and the Niwa both gone, and for you to leave Dark and I be!
He doesn't want you anymore, the Hikari reminded me.
"SHUT UP!"
Just accept it and move on.
"NO!"
Krad, be reasonable.
"LEAVE! ME! ALONE!!" I was beyond shouting and screaming at this point. My voice was low, and almost calm, but it had even more ferocity in it than volume could achieve. It was a voice that belonged to some kind of predator.
Hikari finally stopped taunting me.
The tears were going to start up all over again, I could feel it coming. I clutched at my stomach and my chest in some ludicrous attempt to physically pull the hurt away, and just stood still where I was, letting my vision blur. "Why?" I asked myself, over and over again. "Why...!?" I began to shudder, and gripped my forearms tightly in another vain effort to steady myself. It was all too much for me to handle. I fell to my knees, and bent over until my forehead rested on the ground. I felt positively sick. "Dark..." I whined, rather pitifully. Despite what had just happened, he was the only thing I could think about – just him, wrapping his arms around me and telling me we would figure it all out. We would be together always, because he belonged to me, and I to him. We were one and the same, and we were in love. Two halves of a whole that deserved to be together.
At least... that was what I was led to believe...
"DARK, YOU BASTARD!!" I screamed, as loud as my dry throat and exhausted lungs could manage.
And then, of course, it began to rain.
I decided it, then.
Maybe I hate you...