Sound of Snow Falling
How it hurt to see my best friend kiss that money mongering bastard. It drove a stake deeply into my heart, making me bleed my own blood for her. I didn't quite know what to think when I witnessed that act. I know it wasn't my best friend that had kissed him, for I saw him bring her mouth to his, greedily plundering her sweet cavern. I can only now lean against the door, stunned. I feel betrayed, but not by her. It's strange, I never had any leanings towards her Seishi but still, I felt like it had been a traitorous act that was committed. Perhaps she didn't know how to react. My Miaka is so innocent. She's never been kissed before this. Maybe she's just thrilled by the feel of another's lips on hers. The feel of a tongue in her mouth that moved around memorising every detail, while engaging in an endless waltz with its counterpart.
Gazing at the healed wound, now a notable scar on my wrist, I feel even more depressed. I had been waiting three months for her to return. I felt pain and agony as I waited for her to save me, as I yelled out plaintive cries of desperation. But they all went unheard. So, I was left at the mercy of my assailants, trying to fend them off. Oh, how violated I felt afterward. I know that not much else happened after I lost all grips on my consciousness as I got a glimpse of sun kissed golden blonde hair billowing in the wind; the shining armour immaculate beneath the light of the sun. The only thing I remembered was waking up, wondering where my dear friend was. I found myself in a strange place; realising that what had happened wasn't a dream. I felt too dirty. I felt so impure. I felt unworthy of facing my best friend any more, the one of pure innocence.
I slit my wrist as my final way out, the one thought going through my mind: her. It wasn't the feelings of violation and impurity from the assault, that drove me to it, but it wasn't the thought that consumed my entire conscious.
I didn't die; I lived. Everyday that I was awake, I saw the chilling cold blue eyes of the blonde man that helped me. Nakago. He was there for me, telling me about how my best friend had left me. If she hadn't, she would have come for me.
He lied! She did come for me. But...
I can't help to cry. Her mouth, her lips, they are being tasted by the mouth of a man. Her body is being held, her form caressed lovingly by hands of a leech. It's not me holding her. I want to, but I can't, for someone else is. That I can't stand.
I feel more pain from it.
Breaking up the sap feast I barge in, explaining how I have the scroll. That's true, but leaving is a lie. I can't. I'll be tormented if I return with her. I'll have to compete with the man handling her for her affections. That, I cannot do. What if she is happy with him? I can't hold it against her.
Sighing, I led them down the long halls, listening to her guardian comment on how easy it was to be leaving. I too marvel at the irony of it, but for a brief moment for my heart is too burden with pain for any comic relief now. I can only think about how betrayed I feel now.
Taking my friend's hand, I tell her to come with me. I lead her into Seiryuu no Mausoleum. Thunder crashed, revealing the metal statue of the god. I calmly listen to her shriek as the door clangs shut, bolting the lock. I do not move while it happens, I just stand, facing the statue, contemplating.
I watch Miaka for a minute; she is naïve. Very sweet and innocent... I hate myself for what I'm about to do, but I feel betrayed and this is the only way I can stop myself from loving her as I do. Maybe I'll spare her the pain of being my friend. I don't want to, but it's come to this…
"Does it hurt?"