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hey it's all right (bed of roses) |
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Forbidden. It's what they called me. The name has stuck, and so have the connotations. Even in my own head. It's stupid to trust a word that they gave to me, to place it upon myself as I have done. But I do. I'm... wrong. My birth was wrong. At odds. At angles. Like the jagged edges of a mirror. The only one I live for is Yukina. Yukina and spite. I will outlive them all. I will not die before every single one of them is dead. They have always been determined to kill me, but I will outlast them all. Abomination. Just another word for mutation, at the end of the day, Kurama tells me. Have you heard of the theory of evolution? Every single thing that is born is in some way flawed in comparison to the original. Those born with favourable traits live on. Don't you ever wonder why you've lived this long, Hiei? I don't. I don't want to. I've lived on a diet of murder and theft, I've thrived on bloodshed and violence and I remember every drop. Hiei... you kill discriminately, you know you do. And cleanly. You cause no unnecessary pain. Shut up, Kurama. Shut up and go away. I've never said that to him, in those words. And yet every time I think them in my head he seems to hear them and he goes away hurt and disappointed. Not for himself, but for me. He's stupid a lot, is the fox, for all his wiles. He feels sorry for me. I don't feel sorry for me. I feel strong. I feel determined. It's an empty existence by human standards, but by demon standards I'm practically pure - spite and vengeance are so very mundane to the demon world. This way of death and pain and destruction is better for me than a soft human life. This way of vengeance and bloodshed and the clarity of the blade... ...the way of Yukina. |
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Author's Note I have no idea who wrote the song, only that it's called 'Bed of Roses'. |
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