Misanthropy
Chpt.2 : Restricted Senses and an Alluring Newcomer
Roppi
Black. It was everywhere, disabling his vision. Taking blind steps, Roppi ventured his way into the never-ending darkness. Every step he's taking, he's risking it all. Not knowing what lays ahead, not knowing what may come up, and not knowing what to do are terrifying things. Even when walking for what seemed to be hours, he didn't experience anything. Its as if he was walking in place the whole time. Was he dead? No, he was confused, disoriented, unable to know where he was. He was lost.
"Nii-san."
Huh?
"Nii-san, over here!"
P-psyche?
"How come you're not talking to me, Nii-san?"
Psyche where are you? I can't see anything!
"Do you not love me anymore?"
No, Psyche, please don't think that…
"Why didn't you save me, Roppi?"
…W-what?
"They murdered our mom. They murdered our dad. They murdered ME! Why didn't you save us, Nii-san?"
"WE'RE ALL DEAD! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"I'M SORRY!"
Roppi sat up in a panic, checked his surroundings, realization dawning on him. He was in his bed and the event that just occurred was just a vision. A dream. No, scratch that, it was a nightmare. Sweat was running down his face, along with a teardrop that somehow escaped from his crimson eye. If he could have saved them, he would have. But he couldn't, they were…. It wasn't his fault. Why would they do that to his family? Why not to some other people who actually deserved it? His family did nothing wrong! WHY? THOSE MONSTERS! THOSE HUMANS! THOS-
Frantic panting was heard throughout the room. Once Roppi managed to calm down, he let out a sigh.
…Dammit…
He slowly made his way out of bed, yawning with bitterness. Roppi started grudgingly walking towards the bathroom adjacent from his room. Entering the bathroom, he took off his black sleeping attire and stepped into the shower. The handle was automatically turned to the left, hot water pelting his skin. But he didn't notice. He didn't care. He could only concentrate on the old scars decorating his porcelain skin.
…
How revolting…
Shinra
Knock knock
"Hmm?" The psychiatrist peeked curiously over the book the was reading to look at the door. Was it a patient? No, he wouldn't have forgotten. Oh! It must be his beloved wife, Celty! Excitement coursed through him, though as quick as it came, it vanished completely. It was Friday and Celty was somewhere in Shinjuku delivering packages. It's probably just some random visitor… Shinra let out a sigh and beckoned the stranger to enter. The door creaked open, revealing a tall man with bright blonde hair. Though the most interesting qualities about the man was the white scarf hanging loosely around his neck and the black glasses that framed red eyes. (Which reminded him of a certain misanthrope…). The newcomer revealed a heart-warming smile.
"Good evening, Kishitani-Sensei. I'm Tsukishima and I'm here to become one of your assistants."
Thank god for synonyms… Anyways! Sorry for the long wait. When I checked back on this story, the reviews really inspired me to write this chapter so thank you to those who reviewed! You got me motivated to write this chapter : ) So thanks for reading this chapter and I'll make sure to update more weekly. I'll also work on trying to make the chapters longer haha I hope. OH and if anyone can PM me how to make those lines between the story for a transition in the story, that would be very much appreciated. For now, I'm just going to put the name of the character's pov. Haha anyways thanks again! Constructive criticism is welcomed!
