ShadowsBlood drips from the edge of my blade. It plinks into the water, staining it in red ripples. I watch the blood swirling, twisting in strings into the pond. I feel numb. Hollow. There's an emptiness inside me that won't go away. I drop to my knees and my sword slips from my fingers, driving itself point-first into the bottom of the pool. Blood spreads out from it, clouding the once mirror-like water. Only my sword's handle shows above the scarlet water, wrapped in black shark-skin and inlaid with glinting eyes of onyx. It's a beautiful sword, and now it's been quenched in blood.
I hunch over my knees, shutting my eyes as my pale--nearly white--hair makes a curtain around my head. The hollowness is still there inside me. Ataru said it would go away. He promised. He told me it was easy. He said I would never regret it. I knew what I had to do, and I did it. But I hadn't counted on this feeling in my gut, eating me up. I thought it was what they called... guilt. Something only humans felt.