Slam! Yuki felt his windpipe being crushed as Rik slam him into the wall behind him. High tension weaves around the room as the hand that held Yuki’s collar shaken with each word spoken. Words laced with grief, pain and anger fill the room yet Yuki remained all but calm as he let Riks let out his pent up emotions. Grabbing Rik’s hand when he shoved Yuki away, Yuki stares into the storming green eyes that are swirled with anger and pain. “Don’t know how you feel?” Yuki mocked as his bi-color eyes bore onto Rik’s. “Don’t know?” Yuki softly called out to Riks, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “Did you know right now your every thought, emotion, feeling is being broadcasted into the air like thunder and being received by this ‘unfathomable personality’ that is me?” Soft intake of breath, Yuki let the information sink in. “Everything” He breathed, “I….” Soft word, wounded words tumbled out of his mouth as he break contact with Rik’s eye for a moment to collect himself, but then look back into Rik’s eyes once more, study, strong. “I love him/her. But this love I bore for him/her would only end in tragedy. For when I swore upon my life, I have signed away my free will to the angel which I promise to serve. I give up my right to feel, love, and care. My emotion that I have left is nothing but a faint echo of what it once was.” Yuki paused, eye narrowed, “But you, you who has nothing, absolutely nothing to lose, you who I envy is rejecting this perfect chance at something which I can only dream of.” His voice raise in volume as Yuki continue to speak. “You love him/her, and he/she loves you, what is the problem? What is the logic? Why. Are. You. Denying. What. You. Wish. For.?” Yuki’s voice breaks, silence fills the room. “I don’t know what happen to you, and quite frankly I don’t care, but I do care about him/her, and I hate seeing him/her flocking around like a lose puppy. End it. End your pain, and end my misery. Confessed your feelings to that special person and end it Rikhter Ferdinand Reinhardt."
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Example 2:
The Thing glared back with its stainless steel eyes and give out a puff of ominous black smoke. Ciel felt threaten as he try to fix the situation, yet the thing gets angrier and angrier. The metallic inside was an inferno as whatever was placed inside is already non-recognizable. He panics and prays to whoever is up there to give him a divine message. Of course, such thing doesn’t exist, and the beat swelled and roared with furious intent, ready to get off its legs and pounce on the poor demon. Suddenly everything was quiet, and Ciel peeked out from behind his table to the suddenly calm looking stove. He walks towards it and pokes it…………..
KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
