So uh- hehehehehehe. I wrote some stuff. Random stuff for my ocs that I shall later introduce. One day. Idk. Anyways- Here! Have fun reading and sharing your thoughts.
He stared at me, eyes filled with redness. His indigo eyes glowed with anger and hate. He was seething, and his grip on me tightened ever so slightly, I could almost feel my bones break. It hurts.
“Don't you understand? The Sorcery World's threat isn't humanity or that so-called Vendetta - it is the cursed wielders. They are the threat. They will ruin everything you have and break the world's balance, and yet you stand with them!” He said, his voice filled with an icy and aggressive tone. “You must understand, Ryosuke. The cursed wielders will destroy everything. They are the evil of this world and the reason why we fought humanity all those eons ago!” His voice grew more aggressive, sounding like a growl. He was fuming, and his grip grew even more tighter that I almost let out a whimper of pain.
“This is insane! You mean to destroy all those who have curses even though they could have family? They have done nothing wrong!” I managed to say, my voice trembling with anger but also fear. “You mean to also kill your own son?! Koji? You want to kill him, too?! He's my brother and Kenji is my friend!” I screamed out, tears welled up in my eyes, daring to pour down my cheeks.
“Koji is the reason your mother died!” He said.
“Stop living in the past! Doing this won't bring mom back!” I said, cutting him off. “He was just a kid who didn't know he wielded a curse!”
The sword plunged through me, and pain crawled up all over my body. Red paint spewed from my abdomen, trickling down my clothes and droplets falling to the floor. I wanted to scream, but I bit my lip, drawing blood. I gripped the blade, stumbling between my feet, and blood slowly crept up my throat.
I saw him, holding the hilt of the sword, and he twisted it, electing a cry from my lips and blood spilled out of the corner of my mouth, trickling down my chin. His eyes carried anger and hate, but most of all, disappointment. Disappointment in me. My very own father was killing me, tears spilled down my cheeks, and more blood slowly came out of my mouth, traveling down my neck.
I could hear Koji's screams and cries of pain as the electricity continued to zap him all the way through his body. But his screams didn't just carry pain. It carried hate. Hate towards our father. Hate towards the thought and sight of seeing me, his dear older brother being injured and near death's door. I may not be able to look at him, but I can feel his deep violet eyes having knives in them as he glared at our father.
I threw my katana right towards his abdomen, the blade going right through him. I then kicked his head with my foot, knocking him down to the ground, and he cried. I enjoyed that cry. I towered over him and grabbed the hilt of my katana, twisting the blade, causing him to let out yet another cry. I want him to cry more and more.
I took off my glove, and with my bare hand, I gripped his neck so tightly that he was struggling to breathe. His nails dug into my skin, and he let out more cries and groans of pain. Black veins slowly emerged in his skin, traveling all over his body. He gritted his teeth and wiggled like a snake. I couldn't help but grin at the sight.
Despite the joy of seeing my very own father like this, I felt tears slowly creep out of my eyes. My hand trembled as I continued to grip his neck. His eyes carried fear but also confusion as he stared right at mine.
“Why does my heart cry?” I mutter, my hands trembling, and I gritted my teeth. “I'm supposed to hate you. You hurt me… You hurt Ryosuke, Kenji, Erica… You hurt all of my friends. You hurt Amelia… And yet I can't… I can't hate you.” I managed to say between soft cries, and my grip tightened, trembling. My nails dug into his neck, drawing blood, and I glanced at his eyes.
His eyes didn't carry fear but carried emptiness. He looked so confused but also lost at what I just said. His very own son that he hated loves him, despite what he has done to him. Funny.
His eyes slowly had tears in them, and he no longer shook and thrashed. He stared at me. For once, he saw me for who I am.
“I just wanted a father… A loving father.” I whispered quietly, only that he could hear, and I let go of his neck and the hilt of the katana. I fell onto my knees, and my hands covered my face, bloody hands of mine staining my teary face.
I let out a sob, and I trembled, but I flinched as I felt a hand gently patting my head, feeling its fingers run through my locks.
“I love you too. I'm sorry, Koji.” Was what he said with such a gentle and quiet voice that I have never heard before. A voice that he never meant to show me. A voice that he could only show towards mom and towards Ryosuke and Akira.
Before I could respond, his hand fell, and he had a smile on his face. A smile I have never seen. A genuine, loving smile like a father would have for their son.
“You're eyes… They're just like your mother.” He then whispered, and tears poured down his cheeks. His breathing grew slower and slower. “I'm sorry, Koji.” Were his last words before the light in his eyes were shut down.
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