#incinders

Another day skimming the library for animal related books was about to get better. The chances of running into another lost friend were usually slim, but Licht seemed to have enough luck as to run into someone he didn’t hate.

“You-” Again, his words escaped him before he could stop it, and yet this time was more out of anger and disbelief than out of some emotional response. This memory, a taunting one of a promised tomorrow, was one of his own, and one that plagued him as odd even at the time. If he had not been able to defeat himself the first time - no, even if he had actually defeated Riku, would he have been free? He had been sent there by this guy’s machinations.

And had ultimately led to his death.

“I’m annoyed, but not surprised to see someone like you here.” And as much of a mistake as it likely was, he couldn’t help but lash out, “You knew what was going to happen, and it did. Lucky me we both ended up in the same place in the end.”

 “Ugh. This is the worst.”

Man, this guy certainly has his own flair, huh? He either just waltzed out of some mob meeting or a circus tent. Maybe both. The clown mafia. The Bozo Family. Their calling card would be a red nose. ...Wait, what was she talking about? Right, this person in front of her. Crap, she was staring and he totally noticed. Now she had to strike up a conversation or things would be weird. Shockingly hard to get good social skills these days.

“So, Clifford, how’s it hangin’? Ya see any fire hydrants lately?” 

          Another dream, well nightmare if we're talking his definition. Flashes, broken photographs and the echoes of laughter from a life that never belonged to him. His head bows forward, heavy lids almost hiding away sapphites whilst blonde hair created a curtain; a sharp pop was rewarded when Roku jerked his head back up. A sharp inhale before he stands a bit straighter, head lolling off to the side. It seemed he was missing a certain fire in his life.

“Tokifusa, non human and one of the more ….well his personality is just...”

What do you do when every time you wake, you see the setting sun and your ugly small apartment, thinking every time that, you could better then this. His ears are ruffled slightly by the wind by the time he heads out for work, every step he has to look around, as if waiting for someone to catch him. 

He’s scared, of course, being on a island his whole life, he only knows nothing but fear, of humans. His mother, his father, they all warned him of their cruelty. Of what they used to do to non humans when they first appeared. Its clear that they still hate his kind, hate him. 

And he hates himself as well. He just wants to lay down and never wake up . 

He stands in front of the cafe, half a bar and half a tea house. A curious mix within the archimidest ward, its the only job he could do considering that its the only job he could make. Not much non humans get into politics after all. 

The door nearly opens but he spies someone familiar. 

He puts on his best, smile for the human.