Just Some Random Saiyuki
Splat, went the rain.
Disclaimer: I still haven't bought Saiyuki.
Hakkai peered through the window; watching the rain drops splatter against the window sill. No, the rain did not remind him of tears, the played out metaphor. The splattering of the rain reminded him, oh so much, of the splattering of the blood of his victims. Not just the victims of his past that had to face his sanity going out of control for his love, but also the blood of everyone who was slaughtered by his tainted hands. The hands she loved no more.
Splat, splat, splat. Went the rain.
Hakkai felt saddened a bit as he reminisced. Not only was the rain the reminding him of the day she died. Not only did it remind him the day he murdered. Not only did it remind him the day he changed. It reminded him the day he began to loath. It reminded him the day he violated God. It reminded him the day he will start living through a sin.
Splat, splat, splat. Went the rain of his victims.
Splat, splat, splat. Went the rain of his tears. Stupid metaphor.
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This has to be the darkest fic I have ever written and I don't really like it. Review please!