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A/n: Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed my last stories. I nearly cried tears of happiness when I saw someone reviewed. ^^I wanted to try a different style of writing just for this story. Please tell me if this is okay, confusing, and/or your thoughts on this. The original title was suppose to be Spilling Blood, but I wasn't sure if it was rated K. Is it?

Spilling Blood

all around us,

theirs and ours.

Red liquid drips,

splatters, and scares.

I see too much of it.

Memories of escape.

My unfading scars.

His defeat.

Revenge.

The search just to avenge.

When we protect.

On my hands.

On my sword.

On the city.

On him.

Spilling Blood-

That immortal

spills pools of it,

both his and theirs.

They leave

for fear of their lives,

and, for some,

they have already lost it.

Spilling Blood,

beneath city,

means there is a death:

a loss.

For him,

it's just a one-sided rule.

"Everyone else can die...

but me,"

his thoughts,

most likely.

"At least spilling his blood won't kill him..."

my thoughts,

sometimes.

Spilling Blood

leaves a twisted taste,

but we crave it.

To the brink of insanity,

it makes us crazy.

It's still bitter,

rusty,

dirty.

Cravings change it,

it just leaves

a worse aftertaste.

Our past-

-it makes us crave it

-it makes us hate it

Spilling Blood

also connects us.

In the cruelest way.

protects people close to whatever is left of our hearts.

I,

Naoto,

resident of the place below the city,

Spill Blood.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.^^