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{Llorumi} The Life I Could Have Lived

Welcome back lovelies <3 I'm so sorry that I look a millennia to post this. My uploading schedule is wack and my motivation is at rock bottom, so unfortunately don't expect many updates :(

Moving on, this one shot was requested by: @GKFanWriter. This is an implied Llorumi oneshot requested by them so no slander. Have fun reading <3
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Harumi's POV

The silence was deafening, the gray walls being the only beings that seemed to show the slightest bit of compassion. I adjusted my seating ever so slightly to only be tugged back to the desk by my bindings. I winced, resting my hands on the table and settling my eyes on a crack in the flooring.

I traced it, eyeing the crack that ran from the floor to the ceiling, along with the dust that collected within it. My eyes drifted toward the doorway, the bars lining my way to my freedom. I bit my lip, invisible pain tearing me apart as I turned my attention to the marble table that confined me.

Not only where my hands weighed, but there seemed to be a lump in my throat, this secluded watering behind my eyes. A heavy stone had been peddled at my heart, but perhaps it was the feeling of hopelessness and realization that I had grown as powerless as I had been since I was a kid on that fateful day.

A bubble of anger amounted from the depths of my emotions, something ugly burning within my stomach. I scoffed, my lips shifting into one that could frighten any child. My hands balled into fists. How had I let the one I set out to destroy destroy me? To lock me in this mindless prison with no other thought than myself?

A boy covered with green seemingly joined my thoughts, hatred churning like a fiery furnace. I banged on the table, my fists slamming onto the marble desk. The sharp pain that seared through my arm was nothing compared to this heavy feeling on my heart.

I screamed, one full of revenge and hate. I swung myself to the side, tugging on my chains as they rocked back and forth, tugging me back to the table. I resisted the urge to tear at my hair, frustration eating away at me like a hungry lion.

The skin beneath my chains ripped, a prickle of pain running through me as I winced. A feeling of defeat washed over me like a tidal wave, crippling me and sending me back to the table. Just as quickly as that fit of rage had consumed, it had dispersed.

That familiar rush of liquid tumbled behind my eyes, and it seemed more irresistible than before. Despite myself, a hot tear slipped down my cheek, landing onto the marble table in front of me. I gripped the edge of the table, hating the feeling of the moisture escaping my eyes.

I helplessly brought my hands up to my eyes, rubbing away the sickening moisture, hoping to banish the emotion as well. Feelings whirled around me, buzzing around my head and slamming into me like a sledgehammer.

I gripped my hair, unknowingly falling into the seat. I borrowed my head into my hands, gritting my teeth. Stupid green ninja. After being stuck in this wretched place for a week, the green ninja continues to torment my thoughts.

I bit my lip. He didn't deserve his name. His title. His friends. He deserves to lose it all. Just like I did. To watch everything crumble in front of his eyes. To make him lose everything.

It had been planned for years. Ever since I was a heartbroken child to who I am now. My entire mission was to seek out the green ninja and destroy him, and yet I rot away in solitude in this jail cell.

Anger was ringing through my ears like a swarm of bees. Truly, there was no one else to blame. The destined, prophesied green ninja was meant to destroy the Dark Lord. He had failed that day. Failed my parents, failed the city, and failed me.

He should have been prepared. I clenched my fists, a scowl on my lips. He should have been ready, aware of the lives he had chosen to forget that day. That his actions would never go unnoticed. It was his fault.

A droplet of water splattered onto the floor from the ceiling. Frustration roared in my ears. The rust on the cell bars was growing. The scratches in the desk counting my days. Somehow, being locked away in this horrifying department made me feel closer to him. I despised the feeling.

After all that had happened, after everything I had dedicated my life to doing, how had I slipped? Had my own will given him that moment to plunge into my own heart when I was supposed to shatter his?

Now the thought was in the air. The feeling. The horrifying aura I pleaded to ignore. The question that haunted my own thoughts reappeared, almost physically torturing me.

All of it couldn't have been acting, could it have? Years of training and solitude to be wasted like this? Somehow, in the moments we had spent, guilt had never occurred. I'd been too wrapped up in my own thinking to consider any different. Now, alone, forgotten, the thought lingered.

The yearn to break him had been my drive, my cause. My heart beat for his pain, his suffering. Now, sitting here, the one thing I wanted was to see him. To talk to him? To torture him? To laugh? That single thought eluded me.

I scoffed. It was a foolish thought. I feel nothing for the green ninja. He was merely a pawn in my game. A pawn I had sacrificed, and somehow, the thought disheartened me.

I let a scream of rage tear through my throat. My thoughts crashed into each other, creating earthquakes in my own head. Something I had believed in my entire life was now being betrayed for this new feeling. Is that why he sent me here? To grow soft like him?

Was making him go through pain really my goal? Was that truly what I wanted? Was destroying his happiness destroying my own? "Is this what you want? To destroy the city, create more victims? Just think of how many others would be made like you."

He had said that, hadn't he? I frowned. Did I really want that? Did I really want what I had done? More pain and suffering? Stories like mine? To make him suffer the same? My heart was heavy and empty. Could we possibly have been friends, or more than that? Was the decision I made truly the right one?

I shut my eyes tight. Even if I did feel something for him, even if I relented what I did, what could I possibly do now? He was far out of my reach, turned his back on me ages ago. I turned his heart to stone.. and nothing could reverse that.

In the end, I had gotten my wish. I had broken him, and despite myself, it was the one wish I had hoped I never made.