The Scapegoat. [gureshin / boyxboy]

• 7 - Blue eyed boy.

so like if anybody could amuse me that'd be great

OH yeah, this chapter is sad

Shinya Hīragi's point of view...
FIVE YEARS LATER

Sitting on the ground, inside a rundown - nearly destroyed - building, I sigh lowly.

I can't remember the last time I saw another person, I can't remember the last time I saw a vampire - I can't remember the last time I had the nerves to look at myself.

If it wasn't for Byakkomaru, I would have gone insane. For once it's the voices in my head that are keeping me sane.

I slowly push myself up, my body weakened due to hunger and fatigue. Once standing, I glance down at myself.

I'm no longer the healthy man I used to be; I've been degraded, to a mere bag of bones to be experimented on.

My clothes sit loosely on my pale, slim frame - the shirt not being white anymore, now a dull grey with patches of red splattered over it.

My pants held up by the elastic that managed to remain.

I begin to stagger out of the room, making my way to what was once the bathroom.

It used to be a bright, tiled room - but now it was dull, the tiles lying in a broken heap amongst the floor, mixed with shards of what was a mirror.

I hesitantly approach a shard of glass, picking it up with my shaky hands and using it to look at my reflection.

My face is paler than ever. My cheekbones are highly visible, aswell as my jawline. Underneath my eyes are dark circles, aswell as a dull making - due to my demon. But, underneath the dullness is a dark black - the markings from my new found seraph illness.

I gulp loudly as I see the colour of my eyes.

They where a bright blue.

An unnaturally bright blue.

An electric, radioactive blue.

My hair was still it's usual silver colour - but now covered in a layer of grease.

The entire left side of my body was being overran by different markings from different things - the two dominant ones being Byakkomaru and the Seraph.

The Seraph had not yet made an appearance, as I didn't dare to approach the harp inside my psyche.

Releasing the shard from my grip, I watch it fall onto the ground.

As it hit, the impact caused it to shatter.

The tiny fragments scattered around, in close proximity to where I had dropped it - at that same moment, a single tear landed throughout the mess.

It has been so long since I left.

I wonder if they still look for me, still remember me.

Do I even remember myself?

My memories seem to be a plague to me now, a dark abyss that lingers around me and my every move.

What have I become?

[ A/N; have two in one day bc boredom.

Shinya feels aren't nice feels ]