this life has not been good, you see

Itachi Lykoi · 04-18-2011, 08:47 AM

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She didn’t belong here, and now her pure form was infected with cuts and open weakness. She opened her eyes. The moment he caught sight by soft blue he withdrew from the sparse contact, ignoring the return of the gentle ache between his ribcage. He could no longer see the dreams of clear blue skies in her eyes, and it was somewhat unsettling, almost as she was not the same at all. But it was China, and he knew her. Her body’s reactions inspired sunset eyes to move to his empty hands. He had sometimes wondered if the girl would be able to feel the darkness lurking beneath his skin. Could she see these hands smeared with the fresh blood of his father’s? It was the first life he had taken, and therefore he was forever changed, his soul maimed and tortured from that evil deed.

But the red trickling from the thin line above her brow caught his attention with its freshness, and he ached to reach out and disturb the red river’s path. But he hesitated, for time had passed since he had touched her last. And her farewell had stung in his face, telling him all he had needed to know. So why was she here?

Light blonde ears perked immediately as a word was barely recognized. She was hurt—of course. Shuffling slightly closer to the forbidden beauty, his arms sought to support her and steal her from the world. But he was uneasy while touching her, for surely he condemned everything he touched with his dark pollution. But Itachi knew that he did not wish to leave her here. Anathema offered different kinds of evil, and he was not willing to risk this particular girl. The world needed more music, he thought. ”Where?” he asked, holding no knowledge that could ease this unfortunate scene. He was young and unformed, and he did not know if he could soothe the silvery bird’s suffering.

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