Night I Cry, Night I Bleed
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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,943
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Result
(Present time)
~Gojyo~
‘I don’t understand. Why did you feel the need to bleed yourself dry? I don’t understand. Was the pain that difficult to bear alone? Why didn’t you come to Goku or me for help?’
All the thoughts ran through my mind as I sat beside him, watching his soft breathing. I had sensed something amiss when I heard a door click inside the room. It was even more unnerving when I heard no other sound come from inside the room. I screamed for help when I found Hakkai as I did.
We were lucky. We got him help in time but he still lost a lot of blood. I still have to ask though: What could have possessed him to do this? Were his memories of that night so horrible that he felt she had to die? Why does this keep happening?
I don’t understand. I guess I’m not the one who went through it… But why does it have to be such gentle and innocent creatures that take this abuse?
I stood up and looked out the window. I retract my gaze and look at me reflection. My hand drifts to my face. I run my hand across the twin scars, feeling their ominous presence.
‘I love your red hair and your wine colored eyes.’
My hair, huh? Then why are they always causing everyone around me trouble? It’s raining outside. The lightening flashing across my face, revealing a soul long dead.
‘It’s your hair and eyes, Gojyo-san. They strike me as the color of blood.’
This is penance? Even after all the pain I’ve brought to everyone? I can’t protect anyone…
Not even those I love. What purpose was I brought here for? I can’t even save the most important people to me.
I don’t understand. I wish I could turn back the clock. Maybe that’s why I did it. Maybe that’s why I ran from the inn as fast as I could. I still remember Gojyo and Goku, yelling at me to come back. I wasn’t listening, I couldn’t hear. The only noise was the pounding of my feet and the rain.
~Gojyo~
‘I don’t understand. Why did you feel the need to bleed yourself dry? I don’t understand. Was the pain that difficult to bear alone? Why didn’t you come to Goku or me for help?’
All the thoughts ran through my mind as I sat beside him, watching his soft breathing. I had sensed something amiss when I heard a door click inside the room. It was even more unnerving when I heard no other sound come from inside the room. I screamed for help when I found Hakkai as I did.
We were lucky. We got him help in time but he still lost a lot of blood. I still have to ask though: What could have possessed him to do this? Were his memories of that night so horrible that he felt she had to die? Why does this keep happening?
I don’t understand. I guess I’m not the one who went through it… But why does it have to be such gentle and innocent creatures that take this abuse?
I stood up and looked out the window. I retract my gaze and look at me reflection. My hand drifts to my face. I run my hand across the twin scars, feeling their ominous presence.
‘I love your red hair and your wine colored eyes.’
My hair, huh? Then why are they always causing everyone around me trouble? It’s raining outside. The lightening flashing across my face, revealing a soul long dead.
‘It’s your hair and eyes, Gojyo-san. They strike me as the color of blood.’
This is penance? Even after all the pain I’ve brought to everyone? I can’t protect anyone…
Not even those I love. What purpose was I brought here for? I can’t even save the most important people to me.
I don’t understand. I wish I could turn back the clock. Maybe that’s why I did it. Maybe that’s why I ran from the inn as fast as I could. I still remember Gojyo and Goku, yelling at me to come back. I wasn’t listening, I couldn’t hear. The only noise was the pounding of my feet and the rain.