My Hikari. My white haired landlord. The one who holds the Sennen Ring and my soul.
Or did.
Ever since the Sennen items were vanished and the Pharaoh went back to his own time, Ryou is no longer connected to me. We no longer have a link. I am not longer connected to the boy. Which means he is free of me and never has to deal with me again.
Yet I am still living in his house. I'm still using his stuff. He is still doing things for me.
Those doe brown eyes I catch looking at me but quickly fall to the floor when my own gaze meets his. He shy's away from everything, but to me as well. His pale cheeks flush more and he's still so jumpy…
Did I really hurt him that much?
I know I'm not the most 'nice' of beings and I put him through a lot. But he never told anyone. He never once got mad at me. Not to say he approved of me, but he never held it against me. If he did, why would he let me be here? When I have my own body. I don't need his fragile small one to survive anymore. But he has yet to kick me out. Tell me to leave and never come back.
Why is that?
Ryou has always been alone. I 'helped' him make friends but yet he was still alone. A part of me thinks that is why he didn't rid of the ring earlier. Though I am and was a pure evil voice, I never left him. I relied on him so of course I didn't. Ryou didn't know that though. Perhaps that is why he has yet to make me leave? I am the only one he thinks he has?
No that can not be. He as the Pharaoh's baka of a light and his 'friends'. He is no longer alone.
But… I haven't seen them in a long time. And Ryou has been home more and more. Normally he would stay after school with them. Never telling me why but I am no fool. I know good and well it was to avoid being around me. Why when he has friends that accept him does he still allow me to be here? (Not that it would matter. I would stay here rather Hikari allows it or not) Why has he not been around them? Why has he been coming straight home if he can not stand me?
Ryou has never been a boy of many words. Nor has he ever been one to talk to me unless forced. And I am not oblivious to why. I used, abused, and hurt him. I still do. My fragile Hikari. So easily bruised and cut. My temper takes the best of me at times. Always has. He knows this.
Yet I still sit here in this room with a shirt on my back and a roof over my head while he sleeps just a few rooms down.
Out of all of these questions, I have to ask myself this one; why do I care?