Hallo~!
A quick little story that struck me while I was falling down some stairs.
Rating: K+
Theme: Sort of sad. More general if anything else
Description: He knew he was always going to go to hell
Torment
He knows he's going to hell. There was never a doubt in the world that he wouldn't. And he was completely at peace with this decision, never once challenged it. On the contrary, he actually used it as an excuse; I'm going to hell anyway so why not? It was never an issue. Occasionally he would think about it and sometimes it would make him slightly unnerved, but he would always get well and truly drunk and the feeling would be replaced by the pounding annoyance of a hangover.
Then he met her.
Something so seemingly insignificant became a large gnawing pain in his chest and he was tempted on many an occasion to just carve the heart from his chest to end the torment. Every time she was pronounced dead, every time she was out of his sight, every time she screeched, every time she was around people he wasn't too sure about, every time she was mad at him, and every time she looked at him.
He would get so mad at her, or it was more likely that he was mad at himself and just directed the anger at her. He wanted to get her out of the vicinity; he wanted to make her leave…
Kyo…
But then she would say his name and he would stay by her side like puppy that was going to hell.
Duh-du-duuuh!!
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