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A stupidly quick update, and I really need to restrain myself. I should be watching Naruto, but it's taking forever to load.
Dedicated to AKITO. At The Disco who still remains as awesome as ever.
Chapter 2: Akito, 4-5. Kureno, 16-17. Shigure: 15-16. (I think – are those ages right?)
Warnings: KurenoxAkito, (?) child abuse (?)
Helping Her
Once you realise you love her, the rest comes easily.
She is inside your very soul, playing with the strands of your existence. You weep when you are with her, you weep when she has gone. She looks at you with eyes you cannot forget, you will not forget – she looks at you and wonders as the tears spill over again.
You cry for the loss she has sustained.
You cry that she will never know a normal life. You cry that she is all you have, and vice versa; though whether this is from self pity or sympathy you will never really know. Most of all you cry because you can tell that she is you, and you are her.
Yet most of all you cry because your existence is a lie.
You do feel a bond with her, something that is unbreakable, something which cannot ever be severed. Yet deep inside you think this is more than just this terrible, crushing curse; deep inside you believe that it is love. You know that this is something far more precious than the others have with her.
You know because you have seen her cry.
You have received the honour of receiving her tears, of holding her close while she sobbed into your frame. You only hold back the tears which threaten to spill because you know that they would hurt her more than she dares to say.
Your little angel, your little goddess… you know she will never fully understand. You watch the loving side which she shows you crumble and fall about her, breaking across the cold tiles in gentle waves. You watch her retract into herself as her hate swells up inside of her. You try to drag her out but you know it is too late.
Her face haunts you.
His face haunts you too, watching with deadened eyes as you see her falling for him, in a love which can only be doomed to despair. You watch with a bitter hate as she softly touches him, as she smiles for him as she only used to smile for you.
You try to feel some happiness, but all you feel is regret.
You know, somewhere deep down inside of you that this love is doomed for nothing. You know with inevitable hate that she is doomed to hate, she is doomed to suffer, and she will never know true love.
And then you break her heart as you are ripped from her.
You cannot explain it, and neither can she; just one morning you wake and the sky is just a wide expanse of blue, and not the playground you have enjoyed for so long. You reach up to touch it, but it eludes you still, a hidden whisper of a memory.
It is as crushing as if someone had stepped on your wings.
Her face is worse than anything you could possibly imagine, or any emotion you have felt. She pities you, she touches you, but she cannot love you any more. That bond is broken, and it cannot be remade.
You have lost her.
And yet it is still only you she cries for, though she will gladly shed a tear for her Dog if he asks it of her. It is still only you she will cling to, despite the terrible loss you know you both feel as her skin gently brushes yours.
And you know you will do anything to stop that girl from crying.
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More fluff. And not enough Akkigure, I can only apologise. I will work it in there somewhere.
