bluoni asked: ❝ It’s not your fault. ❞
It’s not your fault || accepting @bluoni
It wasn’t his fault.
It WASN’T his fault.
it WAS his fault.
The Red-oni stared at the other. Itto couldn’t help but sit on the ground and looked up at the other. Scared, sad. alone. that feeling was the worst. He wasn’t sure what he did --- but today marked a day he was terrified of. What was it he did? What cause all of this?
Rocks, shouting, yelling --- blur moment. what happen?
He up and left his gang, and Grandy- Oni and ran. He didn’t know where else to do, but to talk to the Blue-Oni. The one person who he thought would toss him aside Offer him in. Though part of all of this --- he wasn’t sure what else to do. He knew how much the other struggle, and yet after everything that been throw, for some reason he was able to fall back on a bad day.
Itto was pretty badly cut around. It hurt like hell --- but it wouldn’t be the first time he felt like something like this. But he ignored it. His heart felt broken.
He felt broken. everything is always HIS FAULT.
Though, Itto couldn’t help but sit there, feeling every ache and pain that ran throw his body. the Oni wanted to cry. He wanted to break down and cry. but he kept himself in one piece for a moment. Personally he wasn’t sure what was going on. When he was in town all he heard was “awful Oni’ or Monster.
He knew he was a MONSTER.
That truth hurts.
But the longer he listen to those words, hearing it wasn’t his fault, the red-eyes looked down at the dirt. His hands shacking, where he couldn’t control them, and he felt the other get closer. But he didn’t move away --- he trusted the other Oni. ( well he hoped he could trust him) after everything he did -- everything he wanted to help the other with. He was failing and yet, they wanted to be close to one and other and make life better for each other. Itto couldn’t help but sit there longer, and longer without a word. Taking a moment and he inhaled a bit. The cracks of his own voice could make anyone stop and re-think everything. Slowly Itto looked at the other, he wanted out of his own head --- but there was no way.
“ They called me a monster. They said I hurt people. --- how come it isn’t my fault? What if it WAS MY FAULT? What did I do? Why would it be my fault --- they said I hurt someone, they said I --- Me. I did it. I don’t remember being in the town. I was thrown rocks, I’m in pain, I don’ care, I wanna die ---- I’ve tired so --- SO HARD to work to get the Oni’s life to be a RESPECTABLE name. --- so at least... a good one. But It’s my fault. I’m hated -- I’m unwanted...
I’m a MONSTER --- aren’t I?”
