Sonic Minimum

  "I apologized," Nice snapped, folding his arms. "What more do you want? It was a stupid prank, I lost a bet. I'm trying to be nice to you now, aren't I? What the hell is your problem?"

should i keep it going or…? cause this is hella hot man

  Nice stared at Art, then smiled a bit, nervously. "What? What do you mean?" But he knew exactly what that meant.

 When did this change? When was life flipped upside and who dumped out all the contents to replace it with alien words and people who were no longer who he thought they were?

 "Is this how you've always felt?"

 He was shaking, out of anger, horror, sorrow, hatred. For not Art, but for his stupidity. Why? Why did this happen? Why?

 "Does this have to do with your brother?!"

 What had brought him to say such things, and what brought Art to speak those words? How much of this was a lie, and what was the truth? Where did they go wrong? Where did he go wrong?

 "Go away."

 1: Hot, Steamy Kiss

 Hate and anger could change a person. Nice didn't think it could happen. He hadn't realized who he had become. Suddenly, he shut himself away from the world and lived purely without feeling.

 And living without feeling meant to live without consequence, and to live without consequence was to live without boundaries, and to live without boundaries was to live with true freedom.

 And true freedom drove the strongest men insane.

 He tested this theory, to live without feeling, consequence, boundaries -- to live truly free -- with Hajime upon a warm afternoon. The snow had become not but small white blotches on the sidewalks and on grass.

 He stared her in the eyes then dared to push her against the wall. If he felt remorse, he was still chained. If he didn't, he was truly free.

 ...And he was truly free.

 He didn't care. He didn't care he had hurt her. It wasn't much, but even so, he loved -- no, he thought he loved her with all his heart but nothing yet came of his actions.

 So he explained it to her. He didn't care about her. He didn't care about anyone. He was free now, of emotion attachment. Of the weakness that was his heart.

 "Please tell me the person I knew is still in there, somewhere."

 Suddenly, he stopped. His breath hitched and he stared at her. For a long time. He stared and stared...then he smiled. "Hajime-chan, I'm still the same person I've always been," he assured her.

 And yet he began to question, truly, if he had become someone else or if he had truly been himself. Now his heart hurt and he wasn't free anymore -- and, in hindsight, the freedom hadn't been all that great anyway, so had he even been truly free to begin with?

can’t

don’t

first

help

please

one

my

will

stop

get

honestly

  He stood absolutely still, no expression. He found no reason to move or speak, or breathe. He just stood absolutely still, no expression.

 He just stared.

 He could feel eyes on him, tearing into his skin. A wrong decision, a lack of information. A split second of poor judgement and it was all over. It was all gone. The orphanage, the children. Three.

 Everything was gone.

 He stood absolutely still, no expression. He just stared. He couldn't bring himself to breathe.

 The children were taken away. The building of the former orphanage was to be torn down and replaced by a large building owned by a large corporation. And Three...

 He stood absolutely still, no expression. Then he said, "I'm sorry."

  Nice stared up at Ratio from the hospital bed. Long had passed since Nice was able to register where he was and what had happened before he woke up.

 He bit his lip and looked away uncertainly. How was he alive? How did he survive that? His head was pounding, wrapped in a tight bandage and stitches still healing at the back of his skull.

 11: Collarbone Kiss

: What the fuck is your problem?

: Why are you doing this?

: Please tell me the person I knew is still in there, somewhere...

: I'm leaving you.

: I'm done with you.

: I hate you.

: I didn't need you anyways!

: You ruined my life!

: What happened to you?

: You're scaring me...

: I miss the old you.

: You love me, don't you?

: Please, tell me you're kidding...

: Don't die on me now!

: It's gonna be alright.

: You think I actually cared about you?

: You're nothing to me.

: You're disgusting

((I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorryyyy I’ll try to get online soon today chus. Also you should eat if you are hungry surely you have something???))