Uh… something akin to interludes as such. It's just my way of pulling across characterization and deepening whatever plotline there is. So… uh… if you want a good idea of some… things… yeah. Mask as in… well, I think we can work it out in the end.

--- Thanking Beta Readers Section: These probably won't go through my beta-readers unless it's an actual chapter… as it is, this is not.

Disclaimers: Angst… who ever said I owned it?

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Mask I: Forgotten

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There are voices that deepen the wounds already there, inside of me.

Pains that will not go away.

No longer am I who I used to be. You would not recognize me; no one would.

It is too late.

We have gone too deep and we can't get out.

I stop.

I wait… I listen…

There are no words of comfort. Or if there are, they do not reach me. I cannot hear them, and I never will.

And that hurts.

It is just out of my reach, always, and that proves to be the worst of all. To have no comfort… and to hear them constantly; they never leave me alone and never will.

Even now, I can still hear them; your screams, your pleads, the yelling, the slashing, the ripping, the tearing, the hurt and the despair. The sobs that rose and fell during that time, the smell of burnt flesh tearing me inside… and your voice, faded, weak; no longer there. Gone with the mists of time…

I tried to get away from those memories. Constantly, I would turn to more desperate measures to leave it all behind.

They will not leave me alone, and I cannot run away from it. I never could, and I suppose I have given up hope.

Watching. I'm always watching this from afar.

Blood drips like a constant tap here, fear and hate mixing and fusing into one. They are very much the same in the end, for if one emotion leads to another, there will be nothing left but pain.

The world has no changed, has it? But I suppose I should have expected as much. Fools from the start and fools to the end. They fear death and pain, and try everything to get rid of them, but they never will. They can't. They fear for the worst, but only for themselves. They don't seem to understand.

But we have felt pain; and we still do. Every day, every night, every passing minute, I feel it, and I know that you do as well.

But…

You're gone.

I'm gone. What I was will never be again.

Our souls have already been eaten away. Slowly, surely, we were engulfed in the despairing evil. We can't right back and we never could; but you tried, you failed, and now you are gone. Leaving me to fend on my own and to suffer pain beyond belief.

I don't hate you, but I still wish you were still here. I cannot take this pain alone, and you knew it. But it is too late for that.

The darkness keeps swallowing me; I don't remember who I am.

If I found you, would you tell me who I am once more? To give my back what I lost?

Or would you have forgotten me as well?

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It's not supposed to make sense, so yeah.

Reviewers Segment:

Priestess kurumi inu's sister: Glad you like it (hands over a cookie) Well… I'm not all that sure as to WHY he's called the Wing Master… or Tamer… Host is an obvious one… well, the manga doesn't pull all the strings in that area yet, sorry XS But I think it must have something to do with him hosting Dark… so yeah.

Makurayami Ookami: Satoshi and Luke should have a staring contest (nods head) that might clear up the problem… whatever it was…