Nagging Questions
They said it was for the best.
And Kai's eyes narrowed, and he heaved himself up from his futon, sitting in the silence of a sleeping Kinomiya dojo, muscles tightening defiantly. Teeth clenching. Fists balling. Breath speeding up, hissing out of his lungs desperately. Black and red monsters waging war inside his brain.
In the silence of sleeping Kinomiya dojos, Kai often sat up, head tilted a little to the side, a little bowed, as he remembered and hated them for saying what was best. It was for the best. It was for… what? Sometimes he flopped back down onto his pillow, letting them, letting them, letting them make the decision. Letting them say what was best inside his heart over and over again.
Sometimes he gave in that way.
But some nights, in some oppressive silences, when his breath squeaked hotly out of his collapsing lungs, he pressed his will hard against the memory and their voices, their decisions. He viciously denied what they said was best. Some nights, when he felt especially weak and hated it, he wondered and wondered in a wash of black fire scalding his eyelids…
They said it was for the best.
Who's best?
A/N: This drabble and the next are dedicated to Distant Storm, after reading her "Things You Don't Deserve". Inspiration moves in mysterious ways for me.