When the switch between Sukino and Kahako did'nt seem as shocking as did the torrent of words laced with anger and frustration. Both identities in the room listening to the girl paused in movement, their eyes locked on her. Like glowing orbs of heat. Even the human side had this air about him now. The room felt heavy, like all the air sudden left and time felt stilled in the flurry of words that was absorbed. The human lowered his raven locks when tilting his head away to avoid her gaze. the words became suffocating to him. They say the truth is what hurts the most, and Satou would agree whole heartily.
The room to him was but a box within his mind, a place where he sat and recollect. This place was his own personal hell, for what memories he has. Littered along these walls, the human looked up at it all while listening to Kahako slowly his gaze came back to her. His soft brown eyes turning to a deeper gray when her lips uttered something he wish he was deaf to.
“‘Satou, you should have let me die.’”
What words cut both him and the demon, so great that the room, shook ever so slightly. Satou who sat beside her, was no longer there. He was off the couch. Standing and paced out the room, not a word. Not a single solitary movement showed emotion but the urge to leave.
The child demon who stood staring in awestruck as he let Satou pass by him. The man stopped at the doorway, in a violent outburst heat radiated through the room as Satou's fist smashed into the door frame. the wall shattered, and the room of tapes was once more whole. Light creeping through the cracks. Vanishing down the hallways. The sound of his heavy titan fist hitting the walls, smashing and breaking.
The walls around the room began to crack, shake and tremble from the force outside. The tapes shattering and chipping away. The demon boy sat beside the girl now, his face not contorted in anger, but a sense of regret.
"It is not the lack of faith in humanity. It is the acknowledgment that humans and all living creatures will make heinous mistakes, mistakes that he has made, that he will continue to make because he is human and relies on humans to give him safety of mind and body. I as well will continue to mistaken my needs of him, my needs for you. My need to be about humans. I accept this flawed vessel and my own actions sometimes are muddled in stupidity. Yet what sins are too bloody?" The boy took his attention from her and looked about the room that was beginning to look more shambled and cluttered with broken tapes. But nothing was coming out of the tapes.
"He needed to find his semblance of mortality, even though every time he has tried to love someone. They grew old and died in his arms. He had wives in his life, married and loved. Tried to make family but never could give any women a child. He could never become a father. Nor could he ever keep those he's loved. So I started collecting them, through better and worse. He has seen death and destruction for over a thousand years and has loved and lost for over a thousand years." The boy paced towards the doorway of the room.
"All of it he wants to keep, even if it hurts him. He seems determined to try again, so if he is willing to trust in you. To share his pain with you and hope for a better tomorrow, then I guess i'll share my strength with him. My powers are his as are his memories of using them. Slowly he'll become something this village will fear over time. As all mortals will look upon him and only feel the hesitation to strike at him. But you, you will be the one to tell him the truths, to hopefully shed light on his mistakes and my own." The boy smiled and laughed genuine and childish. "I do hope you humans prove me wrong, I was getting tired of holding onto these." The boy took a tape off the wall and dropped it onto the ground as it shattered into tiny pieces.
He himself vanished and Kahako/Sukino was left alone for a few minutes. The sound of Satou's fits hitting the walls, tapes falling about and crashing shattering and turning into a blackened dust. It was the walls crumbling down that she could see the vastness of the library of memories columns and towers of tapes shattering as the room fell away blotting out what light there was till she was encased in darkness.
But as it all fell it was turning and changing, evaporating into a blackened aura that flowed and channeled to one. Satou, who busted through the wall. His hands taring everything apart as it all flowed back to him. Collecting every speck of what appeared to be his mind. Everything crumbling around him to come back to him till there was no room, no towers above her. No mental place but a void of light where Kahako sat on a couch and her friend, companion, Satou stood before her.
He looked, normal. Except for what he wore. His hair long and unkempt to the point dirt had clumped through it. His skin was more colored and full of health and youthfulness. His dark chocolate brown eyes had a simple warm glow to them, not a smoldering heat of the demon. His cloths was once a nice suit was tattered and torn, like he wore it too many times to the party that never ended and it was sown and stitched together too many times that that patches of the fabric were off colored to the rest. He was himself, before her now. The person who had lost and gained so much over years.
Approaching her, he seemed tentative at first. But sat with her, listened to her. "Sukino, no matter how many times I wish to apologize. No matter how much I hate myself, you have always hated the pain i've given myself more. You've always been too kind to me, and I thank you for that. I thank you for giving me your love and keeping me together for those years we've spent together. Even though it pains me, I know it is only right to let go and give you the piece of mind that I'm alright. To set you free from this place and my past regrets." He gently pulled her into him roughly wrapping his arms around the girl.
"I won't forget the pain, but I will not forget the joys of life as well. I have to remember the joy of it as well as the sorrow. I need to remember everything so I don't lose myself to it. And I will always need to hear your words of truths Kahako-chan. Don't ever be afraid to let me know how you feel or what is on your mind. I'll need you to help me through these years to come." He stood before her now, his hand outstretched.
"I think its time I awaken from these dreams. Shall we?" His appearance completely different from the broken man of before, more confident in his posture and his outlook seemed more brighter then before.
The room to him was but a box within his mind, a place where he sat and recollect. This place was his own personal hell, for what memories he has. Littered along these walls, the human looked up at it all while listening to Kahako slowly his gaze came back to her. His soft brown eyes turning to a deeper gray when her lips uttered something he wish he was deaf to.
“‘Satou, you should have let me die.’”
What words cut both him and the demon, so great that the room, shook ever so slightly. Satou who sat beside her, was no longer there. He was off the couch. Standing and paced out the room, not a word. Not a single solitary movement showed emotion but the urge to leave.
The child demon who stood staring in awestruck as he let Satou pass by him. The man stopped at the doorway, in a violent outburst heat radiated through the room as Satou's fist smashed into the door frame. the wall shattered, and the room of tapes was once more whole. Light creeping through the cracks. Vanishing down the hallways. The sound of his heavy titan fist hitting the walls, smashing and breaking.
The walls around the room began to crack, shake and tremble from the force outside. The tapes shattering and chipping away. The demon boy sat beside the girl now, his face not contorted in anger, but a sense of regret.
"It is not the lack of faith in humanity. It is the acknowledgment that humans and all living creatures will make heinous mistakes, mistakes that he has made, that he will continue to make because he is human and relies on humans to give him safety of mind and body. I as well will continue to mistaken my needs of him, my needs for you. My need to be about humans. I accept this flawed vessel and my own actions sometimes are muddled in stupidity. Yet what sins are too bloody?" The boy took his attention from her and looked about the room that was beginning to look more shambled and cluttered with broken tapes. But nothing was coming out of the tapes.
"He needed to find his semblance of mortality, even though every time he has tried to love someone. They grew old and died in his arms. He had wives in his life, married and loved. Tried to make family but never could give any women a child. He could never become a father. Nor could he ever keep those he's loved. So I started collecting them, through better and worse. He has seen death and destruction for over a thousand years and has loved and lost for over a thousand years." The boy paced towards the doorway of the room.
"All of it he wants to keep, even if it hurts him. He seems determined to try again, so if he is willing to trust in you. To share his pain with you and hope for a better tomorrow, then I guess i'll share my strength with him. My powers are his as are his memories of using them. Slowly he'll become something this village will fear over time. As all mortals will look upon him and only feel the hesitation to strike at him. But you, you will be the one to tell him the truths, to hopefully shed light on his mistakes and my own." The boy smiled and laughed genuine and childish. "I do hope you humans prove me wrong, I was getting tired of holding onto these." The boy took a tape off the wall and dropped it onto the ground as it shattered into tiny pieces.
He himself vanished and Kahako/Sukino was left alone for a few minutes. The sound of Satou's fits hitting the walls, tapes falling about and crashing shattering and turning into a blackened dust. It was the walls crumbling down that she could see the vastness of the library of memories columns and towers of tapes shattering as the room fell away blotting out what light there was till she was encased in darkness.
But as it all fell it was turning and changing, evaporating into a blackened aura that flowed and channeled to one. Satou, who busted through the wall. His hands taring everything apart as it all flowed back to him. Collecting every speck of what appeared to be his mind. Everything crumbling around him to come back to him till there was no room, no towers above her. No mental place but a void of light where Kahako sat on a couch and her friend, companion, Satou stood before her.
He looked, normal. Except for what he wore. His hair long and unkempt to the point dirt had clumped through it. His skin was more colored and full of health and youthfulness. His dark chocolate brown eyes had a simple warm glow to them, not a smoldering heat of the demon. His cloths was once a nice suit was tattered and torn, like he wore it too many times to the party that never ended and it was sown and stitched together too many times that that patches of the fabric were off colored to the rest. He was himself, before her now. The person who had lost and gained so much over years.
Approaching her, he seemed tentative at first. But sat with her, listened to her. "Sukino, no matter how many times I wish to apologize. No matter how much I hate myself, you have always hated the pain i've given myself more. You've always been too kind to me, and I thank you for that. I thank you for giving me your love and keeping me together for those years we've spent together. Even though it pains me, I know it is only right to let go and give you the piece of mind that I'm alright. To set you free from this place and my past regrets." He gently pulled her into him roughly wrapping his arms around the girl.
"I won't forget the pain, but I will not forget the joys of life as well. I have to remember the joy of it as well as the sorrow. I need to remember everything so I don't lose myself to it. And I will always need to hear your words of truths Kahako-chan. Don't ever be afraid to let me know how you feel or what is on your mind. I'll need you to help me through these years to come." He stood before her now, his hand outstretched.
"I think its time I awaken from these dreams. Shall we?" His appearance completely different from the broken man of before, more confident in his posture and his outlook seemed more brighter then before.
