kyouko "fatty fatty no parents" sakura (
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foreverwingless2012-03-11 10:32 pm
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this musebox's name is so appropriate
She knew it was wrong. That this was wrong. That she had gone too far for once.
Kyouko was just sitting in her current hangout - a sheltered part of an alley where she had gathered an old matress to sleep on for the time being. She was sitting on one of the nearby garbage cans, but she looked.. almost idle. Completely unlike herself. Normally she would grin even if she was on her own, just push herself to have fun despite the loneliness she felt deep inside most of the time, but this was different. She couldn't bring it up anymore. The past few days had been the 'anniversary' of the day her father snapped and killed her family, and that thought made her unable to deal with anything. She didn't feel like even using the community, and luckily enough for her it decided to leave her alone in general for a few days. She hadn't even visited the arcade, she had just taken out all her pain and anger by fighting those witches.
But maybe.. it had been a little too much. A few too many fights, a few too little Grief Seeds, a little too dimmed Soul Gem. And even Kyouko realised that. Another fight with a witch soon might not even help this much, she probably wouldn't even have enough strength to take that witch down like this before her Soul Gem would give out.. and what would happen then? She had no idea, except that it would be something bad. Maybe she would just die.. ... hah, finally she would join her family then, right? And it wasn't like anyone would miss her, so..
The gloomy thoughts took over her mind once again, as the unopened package of chips lying in front of her was completely untouched.
Kyouko was just sitting in her current hangout - a sheltered part of an alley where she had gathered an old matress to sleep on for the time being. She was sitting on one of the nearby garbage cans, but she looked.. almost idle. Completely unlike herself. Normally she would grin even if she was on her own, just push herself to have fun despite the loneliness she felt deep inside most of the time, but this was different. She couldn't bring it up anymore. The past few days had been the 'anniversary' of the day her father snapped and killed her family, and that thought made her unable to deal with anything. She didn't feel like even using the community, and luckily enough for her it decided to leave her alone in general for a few days. She hadn't even visited the arcade, she had just taken out all her pain and anger by fighting those witches.
But maybe.. it had been a little too much. A few too many fights, a few too little Grief Seeds, a little too dimmed Soul Gem. And even Kyouko realised that. Another fight with a witch soon might not even help this much, she probably wouldn't even have enough strength to take that witch down like this before her Soul Gem would give out.. and what would happen then? She had no idea, except that it would be something bad. Maybe she would just die.. ... hah, finally she would join her family then, right? And it wasn't like anyone would miss her, so..
The gloomy thoughts took over her mind once again, as the unopened package of chips lying in front of her was completely untouched.
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But it wasn't just the barrier itself, the witch was also dying. The frontal direct attack had been too much for her, and the candle's fire started to grow larger and larger as if she was starting to burn herself up - and that was exactly what happened. The entire witch, including the horse, burst into flames with a bright light. But if he held on just long enough, if he managed to look into the light despite its brightness, then in the final moments of the burning witch he might almost have seen Kyouko again. Just for a moment it was like it was Kyouko sitting on the horse, in the middle of the flames, her hair just one big flame as well and wearing the exact traditional dress the witch had been wearing too.. And she was crying. The tears were rolling down her face, and not from the physical pain of the fire or whatever, since it was more a vision in the witch's dying moments. No, she was crying for everything she could have had but didn't, for everything she ever came close to.. and she smiled even in the middle of those tears at him, nodding as if she was thanking him, for this, for everything.