Kiba's POV. Dark.
white·wash n
a coordinated attempt to hide unpleasant facts, especially in a political context (informal)
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WHITEWASH
I know.
I know that I was madly in love, and I know that I was willing to do anything for her to be with me. Anything. Even if it were to come this far…
I know.
I was supposed to be able to stay concentrated and not get over my head. But somewhere along that road, something went wrong. Maybe I was too depressed? I don't know. But I know I was trying to stay away. From all the talk, from me touching her. I was suppose to stay away from all that and clear my mind and straighten up my life back together. I was supposed to pick up my broken pieces and move on. But I didn't. I did something else. Something I'll regret, but been grateful of having done.
I just didn't want to forget her. Well, I wasn't going to forget her anyways. I mean, how could you just forget someone from your mind? You can't, right? Yeah. But, not only forget her, but to stay away from her. I didn't want to do that either. Even if it was the best choice for me. The more I try to be absent from your life, all the more I want to stay by your side.
And so, I quietly, gently kill you with my hands.
I didn't want to be separated from something I couldn't forget.
It's all your fault. Yeah, you do talk to me and accompany me with Akamaru's daily walks. But you give him your laughter, your tears, your happiness, your life.
Why? I was always here thinking of you constantly.
Why? Why won't you let me have you?
Why……
…I was going to play with you all day, think of you all day, and be by your side all day. Would you be mine then?
I enter in an empty room with her.
"Hey, from today on, this will be your room"
I knew she wouldn't reply, but I still look at my loved one. With no effort at all, I lay her down on the bed. Her pink tresses spread on the white sheets, almost like an angel… Almost.
Mine? From now, you're a beautiful doll who nobody but me can ever touch. Like sleeping beauty, you sleep for eternity, waiting for that someone. And still then, I will love you.
I love you.
No. That's wrong… I… I didn't want a dead cold one; I wanted something livelier, a one who would cheer me up everyday. I wanted you to be alive.
I knew I wanted that somewhere in my heart, but I push that thought away and pretend that I didn't know anything.
But… I know that someday, you will be all damaged. Someday in the future, you won't be as beautiful as you are today, because you're only a lifeless doll.
That's why when that day comes, I will be prepared. This over growing love will soon be joined together with your up there.
Yeah… In this room where this doll will always be looking upon me.
"I love you…… Sakura"
This isn't a bad way to end life.
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A/N: Veeeerrryyyy verrrrryyyy dark. I don't know why or where I got this idea from. Basically, this is a 'Kiba was too much in love with Sakura that he killed her and made her his own' kind of story. I tried to make it into a Kiba POV, but actually, it can be looked upon from any character's point of view.