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"I...what happened?" The voice of Hatorida Nashi rang through my head.
I didn't even have time to react... I've been getting weaker.
"I don't know..."
Then the world started to slowly tilt...
THUMP
One second I was fighting Kokushibo...the next the world is turning before me. I couldn't see anything, and yet I could see everything.
I felt a pain in my head, and my...neck.
"Oh..." I thought to myself. I'd been...decapitated. By none other than Kokushibo.
"How...did this happen?" Hatorida snarled. I didn't even respond, I couldn't think straight.
My head is on the ground...I was slain. But...why am I not turning to dust? I should be dead...I should've been dead a long time ago.
Somehow something darker than what I'd been seeing overcame me.
The voice of Hatorida Nashi slowly faded out of my mind, everything became surreal.
I couldn't feel my body.
I felt no pain.
I felt...nothing.
But...what is that?
There is something...peaking out in the darkness.
I could see it... so I ran.
I ran towards it, I ran for the light.
The light then seemed to grow farther away, no matter how much I ran.
I was getting nowhere.
I stopped, the light slowly fading into the distance. I felt...powerless.
I couldn't do anything about it.
I'm stuck.
I'm weak.
I'm...truly nothing.
"That's right, you're nothing..."
That god damned voice echoed through my head.
"But you are not nothing!"
My thoughts were in a raging battle, both sides of me torn into two. I just stood there, in the darkness.
All of a something was placed on my shoulder.
The voices in my head going silent.
"Sabito..." I whispered. There was Sabito, Makomo, Kanae, Yuichiro, Rengoku, and Rui. They all looked as if nothing had happened to them. Rengoku and Rui were human, Sabito and Makomo had no bruises upon their skin, Yuichiro was no long cut in half.
"You've fought so hard..." Sabito started. He reached his hand out and placed it upon my cheek. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed by the sight before me. Each of them wore a smile adorning their features, each one a different size and unique to the owner of the smile.
"Come on Nee-San." Rui smiled at me.
"Yes come! We can eat again once more!" Rengoku smiled widely.
"We can concoct medicine." Kanae said gently.
"We can talk late at night, just like before!" Makomo smiled a sweet smile.
"We can lay down by the river again." Sabito finished.
I just looked at each one of them, observing them.
They weren't the same, it wasn't the same.
This isn't them.
"N-no... get away from me..." I regained control over my body. I tried to push them away, though Sabito gripped my wrist tight. The other's faces turned into scowls.
"Just come with us!" They all growled, coming closer.
I shut my eyes tight, "Stop!"
Sabito's grip vanished...
I opened my eyes, they were gone.
I was left alone.
Just darkness surrounded me.
All of a sudden a faint noise caught my attention.
I saw someone crouched down in the distance.
I slowly walked towards it, my footsteps silent.
Once I got closer... I recognized them.
It was...me.
The real me.
The one who loved to tease people.
The one that cared for others.
The one who picked others up, even when they had nothing.
The one...who had a heart.
They were crying, and hunched over.
I walked closer to them, and kneeled down next to them.
They were startled and looked at me.
They looked so foreign to me.
They had two (e/c) eyes, and their natural wavy (h/c) hair.
No blemishes upon their skin, no scars; no dirt... they were perfect. So delicate, like a porcelain doll.
They just stared into my slitted eyes, carefully looking at what had become of me.
"Hatorida..." they whispered. I looked at them incredulously.
"You are confused... I am not Hatorida..." I trailed off. They shook their head at me, reaching their delicate hand out.
I then realized...
That voice in my head.
The voice I thought would bring me comfort.
The voice who told me to kill countless people.
The voice who told me to push everyone away.
The voice who told me, I was nothing.
I am the voice.
I'm the one who told myself this.
I believed it.
And I became it.
I had become the very thing I despised.
"What am I to do?" I asked. There was a lump in my throat, which refused to go away.
"You know what you have to do..." they whispered.
I looked down to the ground, "I know..."
They smiled at me, and reached for my hand.
Their touch was so foreign, yet so familiar.
"Wake up."
