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Everyone was an enemy. Everyone. Wide blue eyes drifted down and observed the bloodstains upon his hands, along with the blade of the knife gripped between them. In his delusional state the scarlet almost looked magenta, the room a shaking mess still. It seemed to twist and curl around him, hot with the fury he felt. “You wanted me to think you were innocent, eh? Heh...hehehe...” One hand left the weapon, only to brush back some of those bright amber strands. He didn't care that the blood only made them darker. He really didn't care about much right now. Sayaka's body lay slumped against the bathroom wall, her eyes clouded and dead. Her sweet little face that so many found endearing was left looking hollow, as if she were nothing but a broken doll. Wounded by the stomach slicing he gifted her with. Grotesque? Maybe. Yet some things were all too necessary. She was the one who wanted to kill him in the first place. And if she had been willing to kill him, perhaps it meant she would

Humans make mistakes. They do it all the time. That's why forgiveness exists. Otherwise we'd all be holding grudges. You couldn't understand why Light didn't see that. Where was the forgiveness when it came to him? Did he just not know how to empathize, to sympathize, with anyone? Once upon a time, you'd been free enough in your own life to at least feel like you could make your decisions and not worry too much about them. That was before Light came along and turned you into some sort of ballerina, tiptoeing around eggshells on a daily basis. At first things were fine. Isn't that always the case? He treated you kindly, acted like a genuine boyfriend, if a little bit distant at times. Back then, when things were still starting out, you'd felt no intensity from him when you chose to go out to the arcade with your friends, or to spend some extra time in clubs after class. Light had his own commitments, and so did you. Not everything could cross over, could it? Then he started taking

Your fingers throbbed as you stepped out into the cool, night air. An eerie silence replaced the normal hustle and bustle of the Red Light district you grew so accustomed to, but it was a silence you welcomed. More often than not, the dead of night sparked your productivity, and with no customers around, you finally could finish the long list of baked goods you needed to complete. But, this time, with the arrival of spring, the work never seemed to end. Customers from far and wide increased exponentially. More houses pushed fresh, new girls for relatively decent prices. This week, the recently appointed tayus would parade through the streets, garnering awe from those who witnessed them. And that meant...far more work than you could keep track of. Even with assistants both in the evenings and the mornings, you frequently were forced to inform customers of long waits as your most popular items were ripped from the shelves. Sweat rolled from your face, soaking into your mask and hair

Izaya observed his face as it was reflected in the glinting, purely glimmering metal. What he saw gazing back at him was a visage that many called 'beautiful'. He was well known for his charcoal hair and stormy brown eyes, a slender physique and a smirk to go with it. He felt it barely compared though. It hardly held any weight when pitted against what was sitting on the opposite side of this chess board from him. “Haha...I don't know how many times I'm going to have to tell you before you finally get it.” With a deft twirl, he finally pointed the weapon in your direction. You weren't looking your best. Hours of crying and writhing around in these rough ropes had left you ragged. Your eyes were rimmed with red, lips still quivering from pent-up sobs that hadn't been released yet. You choked out a couple when he aimed for you, shutting those same eyes tight, and lowering your head. Hair already tousled by your frantic struggles, you obscured your own vision with it anyway. “...Now