• To whom it may concern and to those who knew Hitokiri:

    Drowning, that was the feeling I felt. Drowning in happinss death. I could not believe my eyes, could not see past the veil of indifference that seemed to hang perpetually in front of my vision, obscure the mess of twisted limbs and innards before me. Soon a buzzing sort of sound filled my ears, almost like the sound of static, both irritating and inhibiting. No longer could I hear the sickening sounds of popping as joints moved out of place, no longer could I hear the whimpers coming from her unconscious form, no longer hearing the slice of a blade running through flesh, no longer hearing the last pleas for the pain to end. But even through the curtain of disbelief I could still plainly see her eyes gazing up, each blue iris tormented by an unseen foe, I could still see the fear etched into each crystal orb, even after they were glazed over. Even though this I would consider her beautiful, the way her body had writhed as sobs wracked her, how her voice seemed to slice through the darkness like a carving knife through butter, how her tears still continued to fall down her twisted face, how her heart, even now seemed to sluggishly flutter as blood seeped into her shirt.

    I[/i r]eached out my fingers slowly brushed over her blood stained, hollowed cheeks, the ones that still held life in them even after having the very life ripped unceremoniously from them. Her flesh against my bare fingers seemed surreal, so foreign to the touch. Slowly I moved my hand upwards, grazing along her cheekbones, over to her forehead before tenderly brushing away a few strands of her silky black hair now matted with blood. I relished the feel of her hair as I ran my fingers through it before caressing her face once more, tracing her still rosy pink lips. It was strange to see how even through torture beauty still remained, still persevered. But even more shocking was the feel of euphoria that still surged through my veins as I moved both of my hands to grasp her upper arms, easily lifting her, bringing her closer to me . How strange it was, that as I held her to me she seemed to fit against me, as if we were puzzle pieces that fit together.

    Everlasting, that was to be our relationship now. Smiling once more I bent lower over her, my face hovering over her beautiful form before leaning closer and licking away the trail of blood that still flowed from her slightly agape mouth. I savored the taste, memorizing the flavor before brushing my lips against hers. Even her lips were sweet with metallic and copper taste, delighting my taste buds. I held her closer, clinging to her like a lost child in the dark, searching for warmth and comfort from her. And comfort I received. Even her broken body in my arms was better than her once breathing form so far away, so intangible. Now she was perfect, now, as blood stains her porcelain skin, as her broken bones protrude from her flesh, as her insides slowly leave her she is perfect, because now I have her. Through her shattered remains she is available to me, now I can possess her, now I have her, to love forever. She was always beautiful, but now I find her positively glowing in perfection, she exudes purity and innocence that rivals the angels, and now she was mine. She was always mine, but now she will be forever. Now no one will ever take her away from me. No longer able to take away my guardian angel from her love and captor- death.

    -a friend; Hitroshi