KUROSHITSUJI SPOILER. Do not read ahead if you don't wanna be spoiler-ed. /o/
...I think I do feel for Alois.
After all the shit he did and Claude threw him away just like that. Shotas>their butler )<
Anyone would get mad, and I mean they had a contract. *approves of Alois getting revenge but disapproves of him hurting Ciel* Ciel-sama~ /o/
And I guess I hate the whole Claude-and-Sebby-over-Ciel thing. Even though I haven't watched it (and went to read spoilers *cough*), it's just so...wtf-ish. I liked the season 1 ending. Sure, Ciel kinda was suggested to be dead and blah, but that ending is just so...right. Instead, they made this love-soul-triangle-thingum and made Sebby and Ciel live happily ever after as both demons in season 2. Wtf is that?! Just feels so out of context and like...just to please the fans who doesn't want Ciel to be dead? I mean, I love Ciel and I wish he didn't die, but I don't wish for him to live after all of that. It felt so right for him to be dead after all that happened in season 1, as though he's achieved true serenity at the end of the anime. But no, they had to make this stupid season 2 ending. Ughhhh.
I shall place my hopes on the manga <333. I WISH MANGAKAS WORKED FASTER ;A;
And there's nothing. There never was anything. Just pure, bleak white with me in the middle of it all.
And I'd reach out and call your name. Call it so many fucking times, but all there would be is silence. Eerie silence, as though my ears had failed me and departed this hell before I did.
Maybe it did. Not like it'd make difference. Either way, it'd still be this. This silence and the white engulfing me.
Is it the night or the day, or does that even exist here? It feels like I've been here forever, trying to find a way out in this place without a horizon.
I'm disappearing. Am I? But I can still feel my heart pumping within. Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe this is the alternate reality in my brain that I escaped to. Maybe not. This doesn't make any sense at all. Probably never had to, just like every other thing I'd tried so hard to understand.
...Though, what is this? What is this blackness emerging from within me, staining the white? It always fazed me. Is it just an act of my rebellious heart, or is it something else? Maybe it's the terrifying abundance of white. Maybe not. I've never managed to comprehend its appearance, or find the source of it.
My torso... Within this...it'd be my organs. I reached inwards, towards them. My intestines, my stomach, my lungs...neat and tidy. I wonder what it'd be like to have them look just like my thoughts? A complete fucking mess? Probably not too pretty, huh? I could imagine my hands enjoying the party, all too knowing of the unheard gasps and screams emerging, but never stopping, because it knows I crave it as much as I hate it.
But why...?
And I'll reach out and call your name. Call it so many times, but I don't even understand this despair devouring me. And I'll reach out and call your--- What's your name?
