A/N: Well; here's my attempt at a Shadikal oneshot. I did my best to make it seem like Shadow was the one speaking, but he's the Sonic character I know the least about. Oh well, enjoy.
Pointless
Love; what a pointless concept.
'The idea that one creature could possibly need another to feel happy is one of the most ludicrous constructs of humanity's mindset. This supposed emotion is just a pathetic attempt to make themselves feel less inadequate than they actually are. Attachment to any living entity only makes you weak and gives your enemies something to exploit. You must learn to remove yourself from all emotion or else you will be ruled by them.'
These are the words my creator, Gerald Robotnik, spoke to me over fifty years ago. I had no reason to doubt him; I was just a child who thought his father was always right. They were among the words I repeated to myself as I lay in that damned cryo chamber, somewhere between sleep and death. They were what I had lived after his descendent finally released me into that new world. They were all I knew.
Even now, when I have accepted the offer of 'friendship' from the faker and his companions; they still treat me as an outsider. They only seem to call upon me to assist them with some sort of crisis they're too weak to handle themselves. I have no desire to waste my time with such pathetic creatures.
But these thoughts always bring her image into my head. That girl; and her eyes. Eyes that know the pain of both losing that which means the most to you, and the pain of betrayal. Why do I think that she alone may understand what I've gone through? Why is her image constantly brought to my thoughts when I think of the inadequacy of the ones she calls friends? And why does my mind refuse to let me remove her from it?
I've tried distancing myself from her, and everyone else; and found out the hard way, that only intensified the images and thoughts. I've tried every sort of mental and physical distraction that I could find to at least block her image out, and my attempts to concentrate on anything other then her have been fraught with failure every time. In an act more then partially fueled by alcohol, I've even asked the closest thing I have to a friend, making sure to be as abstract about my problem as possible. All she gave me were a number of off color comments and some stupid song about a tree.
You have no idea how hard it is for me, the ultimate life form, to admit there is something I am incapable of doing. Indeed, for quite sometime I have thought that nothing was beyond my abilities. I was built to be a living weapon, a creature that could destroy the entire planet if he wished and have great enough power to restart it from scratch. And yet, I find the task of removing this mortal's image from my mind utterly impossible.
Though, the idea of it remaining is not something that I can say feels entirely unpleasant.
A/n: Review, for the love of God, review.