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"Secret World"Written By: Shinigami 195 Disclaimer: I don't own them Rating: R Warnings: Angst, death, swearing Pairings: 1+2 oc+2 Summary: Duo reflexs on his past "Secret World" They don't understand, they believe life is nothing more than a game which they play. They haven't seen Death, haven't stared Death in the eyes and begged him to take their lives just as he had taken their friends and family. I'm 15 years old and even now I would not wince at the sight of a dead body even if its guts were spilled out everywhere. "What are you doing here?" Turning from my spot on the ground I look to see him standing there. His hard blue eyes like the stone he pretends to be. "Just thinking. What does it matter to you?" "You are unhappy. Too quiet. It isn't you." "What the hell do you know about me?!" I yell pushing myself to my feet and staring deep into his eyes. "I know you are hurting." Stuff him! I turn on my heel and stroll away, head held high. There is only place I want to be right now. It’s the only place where I can be alone. There's a place, the other side of town where the murderers and whores live. Its the roughest area but it's were I feel safe. It is my home. I grew up in this area and I watched as Death claimed my loved ones. Along the main street, overflowing with rubbish and dog crap. Dirty old beggars sleeping in the doorways and barely covered women stand on street corners smoking, Sewage waste, long ago forgot the sewers, and now the moss green liquid where rats bathe, floods the streets. My footsteps fainter as I grow near to the largest place of mass destruction. A few more streets away, hell raising terror lays, begging my soul to return and my body complies. My black boots finish moving as I read the entrance to what was once a beautiful church, filled with the laughter and smiles of children, and now it is nothing part from piles of bricks and bodies. I enter the run down blackened building. Here lies the souls of so many, mine should be among them but Death spared me. I walk slowly past the black bodies of young children, all orphans, all just like I am... just like I was. I kneel by the alter, my grey school trousers already mud covered, and I bow my head against my chest and rest it there. I stay there, 5 seconds, minutes, an hour? I don't remember but as I raise my head I don't see the old building but the pure white one it used to be. Laughter reaches my ears and I turn to the back. My best friend stands there, the boy who saved me from the fire that killed so many innocent ones. The large oak doors are open and sunlight streams in, showing me the chestnut seats that filled up the church and the hidden door way that lead to the sleeping chambers where all the orphans slept. To me this is peace. Remembering a time when Death didn't fill my living moments. "So this is where you are." A smooth deep voice rings through the sound of so many cheerful children and the once angelic church disappears leaving me once again in a death ridden one. I glare at him. "Did you follow me here?" "I can tell when you need something. Please don't block me out." "I grew up here." I explained. "No one cares for the war orphanages but Sister Helen... she found me age 4 wondering the streets and brought me here." His blue eyes take in the ruined church and he strolls quickly forward and takes me into his arms. "Memories are all I have left." I whisper to him. "There is a rotting corpse by the stairway to the balcony and it was once a living breathing person. He saved me and doomed me to a life of Death. But I still love him deeply." The blue eyes close and he speaks softly into my ear. "We should go." I nod and let him lead me away but as we leave I make a silent promise. I'll be back soon.
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