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YOU SEE RED
a KYO drabble
by Amichan
You struck the Honda girl, and you saw red. You touched the blood, and you held the red on your finger to your own mouth, and tasted.
You cut her with your strange, pale hands. You had tasted the blood. The fear. You feast on the fear of those around you, yet you are always alone. Even locking the mouse-child in your own room did not make help. You locked him up anyways. You struck him when he didn't obey, and touched him tenderly when he did. He cried for his mother at night.
No matter. You still see red.