This is a fanfic done by me, starring Iori Yagami.
He's someone I really want to hug for comfort.
But most probably he would blast me away with those purples of his anyway?T_T
I've always admired and sympathised this character, for the strength he has, physically
as well as spiritually.
And the way his sadness is not portrayed out to us, yet we can feel it jolts my inspiration.
Anyways, cheers to my fav character of KOF! XD [Besides Jhun Hoon, of course!
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Eyes opened, only to greet the familiar shoddy ceiling.
Quick glances around the room; bare.
The place was quiet; but the sick, monotonous sound of water leaking from a tap.
And his soft, frightened breathing.

Heart cried out silently, engulfing in the mutinous pain, the engorged suffering?The pain, excruciating.
Cold sweat tore away from feverish skin.
Just like flesh tears away from bone.
He shivered.

Voices plagued, tormented.
Icy silence, biting into his body.
He cries, only silent; dry, and bitter.

Tears of blood.
The stench he was so accustomed to.
Only sickened him more.

Kisses of frigid air.
Cold, inert.
Crushed, grounded.
Into fine grit.
Hopes non-existent.

Brilliant lights blind him.
Suffocating with its rich, radiant rays.
Torture.
Endless tribulation.

Thick crimson red.
Colours death with rich, dark shades.
Empathy.
Soldered by casts of red.
Fingers stained, permanent maroon.
A murderous hue.

Soft cries, muffled by agonising pain.
The need for release.
None heard, none given.
Strain?
Heartaches?
Relapse?
Standing alone.
Forgotten.
Forgotten...
~Owari~