platonic empathy • atsukyo fanfic •

ii. his words

  🐯🌸WORDS🌸🐯      

"I'm Kyoka. I've killed 35 people."

As the words spilled from her mouth, it felt emotionless. Her eyes reflected nothing but a filmy, dull eyes. It was like staring at the deepest abyss of hell, it felt the horizon was an oblivion. The hollowness it possessed was so immense that her deepest emotions were kept to be efficient.

She kept on saying it, afraid to forget. The lives she took using her ability brought misfortune and most of all, grief not only in the weight of her ability's to kill but also to those who have experience the same grief that she felt when she was orphaned. With her little body, many thoughts came to uphold. It was too much but she chose to continue her way of living, even it pained her so much to see people suffer in the hands of her ability, there was nothing she could do but continue.

"The latest people I've killed were a family. It consists of a mother, a father and a son. I slit their throats."

All she knew was that she was walking on a tightrope and no matter strong her desire to go away and leave the Mafia, she could never do it. Her happy life with her parents was a bliss and a safe haven for her. The warm comfort of their smiles and affectionate gazes were nothing but a fleeting dream; no matter how much she reached for such dream, it will only slip off her hands. It was her home but it was destroyed and that underground organization took her.

She had nowhere to go simply because she was already orphaned, homeless but was found even if she was exploited, she was somehow glad that she could call something 'home' no matter cold it was there.

The weretiger in front of her, unlike her, was so full of life and it was so evident in his eyes the desire to protect those who bear life. She knew by one glance, his eyes were of different shades and the way it gleamed at her was simply stunning. It was drowning her.

Those eyes emitted certain determination in them that can make you feel courageous yourself even if predicaments blocked your way.

She slowly opened her flip phone, the voiced had ordered her Demon Snow to slaughter, scarily her eyes were dull. Hearing the voice from the phone was enough for her to feel guilt even though the crime she had had committed were not her intentions but of Mafia's. She continued to suppress her feelings.

No matter how many attacks and how many injuries and fatal wounds the white haired teen received, he shrugged it off and continued to fight. His unwavering will to fight may seemed useless, futile but he still fought.

She couldn't understand the lad. 'Why couldn't he just give up...?' she thought. It was hard for her to comprehend his motives. 'Why does he even try so hard to protect these people...?

He caught her off guard when these words had spilled off from his mouth. It was as if reminding the human flaw in her and that it was not her only purpose to kill and that she deserved to live.