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"Love. Such a troubling emotion," I mumbled.
"You're angry...and hurt,” he added, and my Kitsune growled in rage.
I didn't know what I was thinking, but my hand was on his throat in seconds. He looked shocked at first, and I didn't notice what I was doing until a cherry blossom fell onto my outstretched arm. I glanced around and saw a whirlpool of cherry blossoms surrounding us like a tornado, yet they were so silent, it was almost scary.
"Cherry...blossom power." James struggled as I tightened my hold on him.
"Am I angry? Fuck yes I am, James. Am I hurt? YES! My heart fucking hurts, because you've continuously tried to kill me, over and over again, yet now you say you miss me?!" I snarled, my breathing coming out in huffs as I tightened my hold around his neck.
I noticed him struggle and felt the growing happiness and joy that was beginning to flood me.
The satisfaction I'd feel when he died in my hands. The justice I'd be able to obtain from his death.
Yet, as his eyes watered and his trembling lips began to discolor, I realized those feelings of happiness, joy, and pure satisfaction to finally be gaining revenge...weren't mine.
I pushed him to the ground and he gasped for air, choking and coughing as he gripped his neck. Anger replaced all those other emotions, and I closed my eyes for a moment, needing to sort Storm's feelings out.
This is not your decision. I will not kill him for your pleasure. Not for you, not for anyone but myself!
Just like that, as if I had snapped my fingers, the immense anger disappeared, allowing me to feel my own lingering feelings again.A
nger, hatred...sadness...regret...love.
"Why can't I kill you?" I whispered, opening my eyes and blinking back my tears that were welling in them.
"Because your instincts are smarter than that silly essence in your body," James said quietly as he rose to his feet.
I looked at him again, lowering my gaze to his neck, which had lingering marks from my fingers.
"You hate me."
"I never said that."
"You called me a fool. You knew what I was and said nothing! You knew I wasn't a human and yet you treated me like one! You cheated on me over and over again and couldn't even act like you loved me unless we were fucking! You carried me off to the outskirts and sent your lackeys to finish the job. You're telling me you did all of that, because of what? You wanted to protect me?! Because you LOVED ME?! HOW, JAMES?! Explain to my stupid self, because clearly, I'm missing something, seeing as my instincts aren't afraid that the man who killed Storm and has tried multiple times to kill me, is right in front of me!" I snapped.
James gave me a pitying look.
"You still don't know yet."
"Know what?!" I snapped.
He gave me a sad smile and shook his head.
"You need to find out on your own, Crimson. I need you to figure this out. Or all this will have been in vain. Maybe to you all, I'm the jealous, bipolar boy- I mean EX-boyfriend who murdered Storm Yuna and is working with N.R.O. to retrieve the crystals from Storm's pocket watch. Oh, and cause war in Homatomashi."
He ruffled his hair, looking around the little whirlwind fortress I'd made in my anger, the cherry blossoms continuing to circle us.
"You know why this power is sought out and rare?" he questioned, indicating the blossoms around us.
"I don't know. It's the first time it decided to show itself, even though I've tried plenty of times to use it." I huffed, already giving up on getting any useful information from James.
"It's a silent killer,” he declared, turning his eyes to me. "As we stand here, we hear nothing. No breeze or ruffling of leaves. Just us talking. On the outside, it gives off the illusion that the area has bloomed, and though a person from the outside would love to walk over and view the cherry blossom trees, they won't. The power won't let them. Once the caster is done with their purpose, the blossoms fall to the floor, revealing the hidden illusion and ensuring the caster has enough time to escape the scene before anyone finds the evidence," James explained.
He chuckled quietly and sighed again.
"You could kill me right now, Crimson. You could do whatever you wanted. Stab me with your swords. Slice my head off. Choke me to death. Pierce me with those pretty, seemingly harmless cherry blossoms. This is the chance you've been waiting for. You could kill me right here, right now and escape afterward, and my body would remain. Once the host is in a safe spot, the lingering cherry blossoms will turn green like leaves, and poof! The killer of James Hamilton would never be found. Not like anyone would care about my death, though." He shrugged.
"Why are you telling me this, James?"
