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OKAMI
My heart threatened to rip through my rib-cage as I helped the beautiful boy up. He gave a weak smile as he stuck his arm around my waist and tried to walk. I supported his superior weight well as we sloshed through the blinding rain.
A pang of fear and confusion ran through my head as I walked beside him.
What am I doing? He's obviously somesort of shapeshifter. Or worse...
I gulped, shivers running down my thin spine. He turned his face toward me, his eyes concerned and kind. I thought back to when I last saw someone's soft eyes staring down at me like that.
I shook my head to keep the thought away. The memory was too painful.
Yet now, I decided to try a new approach. I tried to focus on the ground before me as i spoke.
"Who are you," my voice was merely a whisper. I swore he didn't hear through the rain, yet he turned his head and smiled. It was soft and seemed to radiate happiness yet pain.
"You have no idea how much it pains me to be near you," he smiled still, "nor how I'll be damned for it." His tone sounded so sure. So confidant. "Yet you feel the same, do you not?" His soft face was toward my own, searching it for answers.
"You couldn't. I'm not what you are, you're not what I am. We should be trying to kill eachother. Yet we're not normal, are we?" Apparently we weren't normal. Vampires and werewolves are enemies. They both have urges to kill, so they feed off the same prey. Sadly, not all of the superior beings were able to hold back the urge.
"I know exactly what you are. You're like me, a rogue. Most of us are trying to kill eachother and stop bothering humans, yet us," he hesitated, "cheat. I can tell by your aura. You cheat and kill humans, yet only when they make you mad."
His expresion was still soft, yet it sent more waves of fear into me. "You shouldn't know this. Nobody is supposed to know. Like how I shouldn't be able to make things happen. Or see things." That wasn't supposed to come out.
"Oh, I knew. Yet I owe you now. You're helping me, plus, you gave me a companian. I'm Okami." His arm tightened around my waist, as if he was giving me a hug. He smiled as the rain beat our backs.
"I'm Kitsune. I've never gotten along with people. They die too easily. And are hard to resist." I winced. The last time I killed an innocent person was a few weeks ago. I had led on numerous murder accounts within the year. Several innocent people had been arrested.
 Kitsune Yin · Tue Oct 14, 2008 @ 09:49pm · 0 Comments |
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