( NeverWasHuman )

Note: sorry this is later than it should've been. Lyko's older brother, Orca, is going to be next. Then Shuan, Captain of the vigilantes. Hold on tight.

Warnings: Not a whole of angst. It's more like Ouni flashbacking and stuff. Short. And probably inaccurate plot because I don't remember this part of it well.

Wilted (not edited)

Ouni didn't want to leave you, not for a second. He got dragged away, feeling weak. The scene played over and over. Ouni would get revenge for this.

However, the whole ordeal was over before he knew it. He had killed some people, but time just flew by and all these soldiers looked the same. And where the hell was that pink haired idiot brat?!

Ouni hoped the guy had died by Captain Shuan. That'll show him for killing (Name). He didn't know how she would react if she were alive. Would (Name) get mad? Would she be thankful for help? Ouni's thoughts ran wild.

A few days later, a second attack occurred and he was ready. Ouni would get revenge by tearing the opposing ship apart. When he actually got down there, he realized it would be harder than he thought.

Two of his friends and his crush (Name) dying in the first attack, and now Nibi dying here?.. Attending the first funeral was already hard enough.

Now that Ouni thought about it, that punk that stabbed (Name) wasn't in a casket. That meant he was alive and kicking. That made Ouni annoyed.

He remembered all the good times he had with his friends. Particularly one stood out. (With you in it, of course)

<•••Flashback to a few months ago•••>

Another day hanging out in the internal. You had sat against the bars of his cell with a small, pocket sized journal in your hands. "Hey Ouni?"

"Mm?"

"I brought you a journal, since I can't be here all the time. You can write down your thoughts! How fun would that be?" You slid the journal through the bars to him. Ouni picked it up, inspecting it. You then added, "besides, I know how boring it is in here."

A few minutes passed in complete silence between the two of you. You felt uncomfortable, so you decided to leave. Does he not like it? "Well anyways, gotta go. Hope you like it, Ouni!"

"Thank you," he barely spoke up a whisper, causing you to turn your head to look at him when you stood up.

"Did you say something?"

"No."

I knew it. He doesn't like it or me. Better make a quick escape. "O-Oh, I see. Bye now!"

The truth is, Ouni did like it. A lot.

<•••Flashback End•••>

That journal is his most prized possession. Ouni hasn't started writing in it, but maybe he should try.

Although, he didn't even know where to start. Maybe Chakuro would help.

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