Disclaimer: Koge-Donbo is rightful holder, etc, etc.

Warnings: n/a

A/N: More general nonsensical-ness, because I had suddenly fallen into an angst-spree, which makes me gleeful for some reason. There must be something wrong with me, then XD Right. I have nothing else to say.

Locked in a Cage
18
(Kill Me Heal Me)

"How did it turn out this way?"

Kirika didn't turn to face him. "I could ask you the same thing."

He shifted on his feet nervously while his hands gripped his arms – pulling himself together: tighter. Tighter. It was too cold for him, despite the coat he wore and his hands were freezing to the point where he had lost all feeling (they couldn't belong to him).

Yet inside, he knew he was burning, although the chill of the world around him made it feel otherwise. He gripped the fabric as tight as he could (to the point where it began to hurt) as he stood there, before her.

She still refused to turn to face him, as she focused on a dead lamppost close by. A part of him wondered if she was cold, but didn't know if he wanted to ask (she would probably tell him to leave her alone).

It was uncomfortable. This silence.

"I…" he swallowed, forcing himself to speak, "I never wanted this to happen. You have to believe me."

There was the crunch of snow being disturbed, as Kirika shifted her position on the seat. "I don't know if I want to, to be honest." Her voice was quiet; as if she wanted the conversation to be over and that he would leave.

He could only wonder why his heart seemed to clench at the thought.

"Kirika-san…"

Save me.

"My brother is dead, Sakurai-kun. He's dead."

Break me.

"I never… never…"

How did it end up like this again?

"Please." She never turned to face him.

He had no salvation.