Luka Megurine.
She was such a gorgeous person, so very lovely. Rin always gazed at her with fondness, always spoke to her with cordiality. Each and every word dripping with unmasked affection.
And you know what she gave, in return?
Short, biting words. Like an autumn wind, slapping each cheek red. She never met Rin's eyes, never bent to converse with her like an equal. Because Rin was "little" and she was "older". Therefore, why should she give the silly, naive girl the light of day?
"Good afternoon, Kagamine."
Everything she did, she wore that heart out. She held it out and put a bow on it, and her beloved simply walked away.
"Is there something wrong?"
Everything she did... Everything she said...
"What's that?"
Everything
"Kagamine, is there something wrong? What are you..."
It just rebound and was flung right back to her. Like some kind of stupid boomerang. She was sick and tired of getting hit with the same crap, over and over again. Wasn't that the definition of madness? Doing the same thing, over and over, and expecting something different?
"Dear god, Kagamine, get that knife away from me!"
Madness. Heh. Hehehehe.
The air was ripe with screams, raw with the metallic stench of blood.
Hehehehehehehehe...