Tbh I wasn't going to update anytime soon...but then I started rewatching the anime AND rereading the manga and I guess here I am~ I think the plot's probably changed, since it's been a bit more than a year and I can't exactly remember what I had planned. Oh well. I'm more of the go-with-the-flow kinda person anyways.

As always, nothing belongs to me xx

The blood that slowly dripped down onto the floor was no different than any other. Thick, dark liquid that slowly trickled through the cracks onto the floor, running towards the sole of Teito's shoes. The dark, cold look that had clouded his eyes cleared, and he looked out the window, to find himself staring at Chairman Miroku's face. The old man simply nodded, as if saying, Good job. Green eyes darted from the blood towards the proud face, and for a moment, Teito couldn't help but feel disgusted.

Why would anyone be proud of killing another?

A gasp rose from behind him, and Teito spun around, and ended up staring into the horrorstruck eyes of Mikage. "Teito..." the blond whispered, "Why...?"

Why?

Why what? And the earlier thought of murder quickly disappeared from his mind. It was because of reasons exactly like this. Hopeless, useless children who couldn't face the truths of life. That you had to kill, backstab, manipulate, in order to get noticed. To come out on top.

Naive thoughts such as killing is horrible was what got you killed in the end. "Why, Mikage?" Teito chuckled, "Why, you ask? Because that's what makes life go 'round, of course. You kill or be killed. Simple as that."

He stared defiantly at the gold eyes that looked up at him. The very same gold eyes that had chased him for so long, talking to the green-eyed boy that nearly never responded, yet still managed to stay cheerful, and for a moment, Teito felt a twinge of regret. He shifted his feet, taking a deep breath, before walking out of the dome. Murmurs from the examiners and visiting officers hummed through the air. No doubt already assessing the performances of each and every student. Teito knew he had nothing to worry about. But...

No. Emotions were useless. They got you into problems you hadn't wanted to be a part of anyways. Yes, it was better to detach yourself. Like he had as a sklave, like he is as a soldier. Neither were much of a difference. In the end, you killed. You killed, and you killed, and you killed.

After all, that was what Teito Klein ever remembered.

Death, and the dark red blood that stained his hands.

Another short chapter. Consider this as a filler until I update it again? Love the lot of you xx