A few minutes after Scollex had disappeared, Kage continued laughing. But in a short amount of time, the amused feeling faded; only to be replaced by pain.
The sharp pain of the large open wound on his chest was excruciating. Kage stumbled backwards, hitting the wall of a building. He grabbed the wound, as if covering it would make it stop hurting.
He heard a door open, along with a few windows, and voices were heard; humans would arrive soon. Panicking, Kage grabbed the wall that he had fallen onto and strained to climb up. He managed to scale the building and reach the roof, although he left a trail of blood smeared onto the wall.
Kage left a few seconds before a human arrived to see what the ruckus was about. Still dripping blood, Kage difficulty made his way back to the old building with the room. He climbed the side, and then opened and entered the room through the window.
Back inside, Kage fell to the ground, feeling light headed and weak due to the loss of blood. Looking around desperately for something to help him, Kage spotted the discarded bandages that had been wrapped around his head when he first woke up. He crawled towards them and grabbed the bloody bandages, and then wrapped them around his fresh wound; hoping to stop the blood.
After he had dressed the wound as best he could, Kage went limp and lied on the ground; waiting for either death or recovery. He looked out through the window at the night sky. The stars were still out, beautiful and plentiful. He didn’t know what time it was, but he guessed it was somewhere around the very early morning. It would probably be dawn soon, and then a new day.
Kage didn’t know what the future held for him; he could hardly guess, but he hoped that it was something good. Maybe find his parents, and find that they were very much alive. Maybe find another demon or two and become friends; at least something better than this; lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, alone.
Kage closed his eyes, and his mask went blank.
* * *
That noise, what was that? A door opening? The door of the room?
Kage blinked his eyes open. The sky was still dark and full of stars, there was still blood around him, the bandages were on; it was pretty much the same situation when he had passed out. But, the door, he had heard it open.
Kage turned his head and looked towards the door; yes, it was open a crack. Someone had opened it, but whom?
He was the only one in the room. At least, he seemed to be the only one in the room. No, wait, he wasn’t. Who was that over there by the far wall? No, who are they?
Kage looked over at the far wall, two people? It was dark, the shadows were numerous and black as night. But still, there were two people over there, leaning against the wall; and looking at him.
At first they appeared to be large, three sets of great wings spreading out of their backs. Kage let out a weak growl and tried to get up, but then fell to the ground helplessly and let out a whimper.
Scollex? Two of him? Kage blinked his eyes a few times, and then looked back up; no, he was wrong. There were no wings, they were just more shadows. Those two people, they weren’t shinigami at all, were they?
Kage reached out a claw and dragged himself towards them, who were they? Getting closer, he could see more details about them. One of female, the other male; the female had flowing black hair, pale white skin, and two silver daggers with ebony handles at her sides. The male was dressed in black, long black talons extended from each of his fingers; and, even though Kage could not fully see his face, he could see that the left side of his face was gone, only large scars remained. The rest of the two were enveloped in shadow, he couldn’t see their eyes or faces; but these characteristics . . . they weren’t exactly familiar, but Kage somehow felt that he knew them.
“お母さん？お父さん？” (Mom? Dad?) Kage called out to them, dragging himself closer.
The two of them, they didn’t reply. They didn’t even move, nor make any signs of wanting to help the young demon get up.
“お母さん!?お父さん!? Is it really you!?” (Mom!? Dad!?) Kage cried out, desperately wanting an answer.
Still, they did not reply. They only watched as Kage dragged himself forward, leaving a trail of dark blood on the ground.
“Answer me!” Kage pleaded, “Please answer me!”
Still, no reply, no sign that they even acknowledged his existence.
“I-I’m your son! Kagekao!” Kage dragged himself closer, but stopped. The female, his mother, reached out a hand to him. It entered the moonlight, out of the shadows, not hidden anymore. Kage gasped.
The hand, it was covered in blood. Deep gashes ran up the palm, wrist, and arm and then became enveloped in shadow. She drew her hand back again, hiding it.
Kage gathered his strength and managed to get on all fours, and then went forward; but what he saw made him gasp in horror and fall back down.
They were both covered in blood and wounds. Their clothing were drenched in blood, deep gashes were all over their bodies and still bleeding heavily. Some of their bones were broken, a few bones could be seen jutting out of the skin in a few places; they shouldn’t even be standing. Their necks were slashed, almost halfway through. But their eyes, they were gone! Just empty sockets, like what Kage did to Scollex . . .
“You- You’re-” Kage’s words caught in his throat, not knowing how to properly form. “You’re DEAD!”
The two of them, they shouldn’t have even been alive. What were they doing? Standing there, as if they physically had the capability to stand in this state; no one could survived that, they should have been on the ground and dead. But yet, they were dead. They were standing there, looking at Kage with those bloody, unseeing empty sockets. They were dead.
A new noise in the background; laughter? It sounded like . . . Scollex!? It was his laughter, getting closer and louder. He did this, didn’t he!? He did kill them! They were dead, yet here!
But no, wait, that laughter, it wasn’t Scollex, was it? It was . . .
It was his own; Kagekao’s deranged laughter. It echoed throughout the room, even though Kage himself was not laughing.
“ケケケー! ケケケー!” (-Laughter-)
That laughter of his, it was insane, crazy, mad, call it what you will, it was demonic and deranged. Did . . . did he do this?
Kage moved forward still, this all didn’t make any sense; he loved his parents! He would never-
But, as he got closer; they began to fade. Shadows enveloped the two of them, and the shadows faded.
“No! Don’t leave!” Kage cried out to them as they faded. “Please don’t leave! I’ll make it better! I’ll make it right! Just, don’t leave me!”
That laughter, it still rang in the background.
But it faded, his parents faded, the shadows faded; everything faded into a harsh bright light.
* * *
“Don’t leave! Don’t-!”
Kage opened his eyes, the harsh light of day poured in from the open window. Kage felt something around him, and when he looked he saw that the bandages on him had soaked through, and he was lying in a pool of his own drying blood.
It hurt less though, so Kage managed to sit up and look around.
The door, it was closed. Over at the far wall, there was no one; not even blood on the ground. Noises? No laughter, only the sounds of the hustle and bustle of the city outside.
It had all been just a dream; an awful, terrifying nightmare. But, what did it mean?
* * *
Over the next week, Kage stayed indoors as much as possible to recover. He spent most of his time looking out the window, or overlooking the city from the roof as he waited to get better. That frightening dream still played in his mind.
Now, he was on the roof; overlooking the city like a bird. He sighed and crawled back over the edge, and in to the room through the window. This room, it was where he lived now. It wasn’t much at all, but it was somewhere to call home.
Kage sat down and wrapped himself in a blanket. He looked out the window, the sun was setting, and the stars were beginning to show up. But at this time, there was only one visible star there; it was alone, no companions, not even the moon to be by its side.
He was alone now. No friends, no family, no one to talk to. This room that he lived in, it was full of boxes. Kage was surrounded by items that people didn’t want. Items that had been thrown away, tossed out, abandoned without a second glance, or even a second thought.
So what did that make him?