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♪ - Kanon Wakeshima - Still Doll
Kaito scratches his neck as his boots touch the polished chess-board patterned marble floor in the Arclight mansion just outside of Heartland. He rubs his eyes. He had come rom an invitation, and it had not been from Chris.
Hi Miss Alice.With that glass eyesWhat kind of a dreamare you able to have?
Are you entranced by?
Kaito wonders. He wonders not. He looks over the the white marble railing up to the child with the mask swinging his legs."Kaito!"
Again for meMy heart tears apart
He tries not to shiver. Something about this kid made him…made him shiver. It caused icy fingers to touch his spine despite his reason not bieng able to provide a satiable response.Perhaps…something manifested in Kaito, and what makes him afraid is the fear in place of the scorn and hatred and anger."Hate is easy. Redemption is hard," Tron says. And he smiles that artrificial smile that makes him look like a child again.
The mask.Kaito smiles a bit, desperately - it must be the mask that freaks him out, even though he knows his face. It’s the fact that…in any moment, if you don’t look do things change - do they exist?!
and bleedsMy memoriesstab intothe mended cracks.
"What do you want?" Kaito hisses.Tron swings up, and descends the stairs to appraoch him very slowly. Kaito backs away by a step, and scowls."I wanted to say I’m sorry!" Tron says, and he smiles and holds out a hand with sweets.
It makes him question. He had always believed it, needed a means to distinguish, his brain. And yet, in this moment, between all the black and white and marbles and the child that was none.."Is everything…black and white like this?"
Still, you do not answer.
