Red Butterfly

Red Butterfly

Red Butterfly

"These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and powder which as they kiss, consume."

- Romeo and Juliet

Prologue: Judas

His hair brushed across her cheek as he tilted her head up to stare at him. She blushed slightly as he leaned down and gently kissed her on her pale lips. She tasted of a sugary lie that was melting on his tongue.

He was living in a dream now, but the morning was coming soon. He could feel it. He was just waiting for the morning light to hit his eyes and then he would snap them open to find that this had all been a dream. In the morning he would forget the whole thing.

But what if this wasn't really a dream? What if they were really a happy couple right now? Just shopping and waiting for the rain to calm down to little tip taps. There would be no morning and he would never have to leave her.

Let me live in my own pretend world

Let that world be filled with sweets and candy

Let me live in my sugar coated lie

Let me live in that world where it's reality that I'll deny

He truly was like Judas. He was lying just like him and he knew, but he hadn't kissed her cheek and let death spread over like a virus. Though he was going to leave her just like Judas left Christ, but he wouldn't commit suicide over it. That would just be stupid.

He didn't want to hurt her. He never wanted that, but if he stayed with her any longer then she would break like a beautiful china doll. She was fragile and he knew he was going to have to hurt her like ripping the wings off a red butterfly. Then he would have to tear those wings apart until there was nothing left of them so she would never ever come after him.

"I really like the blue shirt. It suits you," Hotaru said as he felt a smile spread across his lips. He mentally slapped himself for smiling. He. Did. Not. Smile. Only for two people, who deserved it. He still felt the urge to smile again as she forced him to spin around for her. He felt odd in human cloths. Jeans and a blue shirt that he had forced the sleeves to roll up to his elbows.

He looked at her. He remembered how Michiru had told him that Hotaru wasn't so shy about herself now. Wasn't afraid to wear tank tops or jeans now, but she never dressed like a whore either. Just perfect to show her beautiful body off. He watched as a thing silver chain hung around her neck and he remembered the surprise look on her face when he gave it to her.

"Hm," he said as she smiled like an angel. No more like a pixie because it had a twinkle of evilness in it, but nothing ceased to amaze him anymore.

After paying for the shirt she dragged him out of the store in the rain. He had used his jacket to shelter them both. It was so nice to feel her close to him. She gently kissed his cheek and he felt his heart drop slightly. Those kisses would stop soon.

Let me believe in us

Let me believe in our love

Tell me what I want to hear

Tell me that you love me, Dear

He mentally growled. If Aizen wasn't around then he could be with her a little longer, but that traitor had to ruin his fun and he would never forgive him for that. He felt his heart ache. He was surprised though. He didn't think anyone could make his heart ache like she once did.

Before he knew it they were in front of her house. Though it really wasn't a short time it was actually a long walk since the outers lived out where plants and flowers actually grew. This was truly nothing though compared to his life as a soul reaper or death god. He knew this was where he was going to have to tell her well lie to her actually.

The two walked to the front door even though they were safe under his jacket they were still a little wet. He pulled away from her and stared at her.

Let me live in a place

Where only you can find me

Let me live in my lie

Let me live in a world where I won't cry

"Lets take a walk Hotaru," he said with a gentle smile. His heart was already aching, but still they walked to the horrid woods where he would snap her heart in two like a twig. He walked, the thick woods hiding them from the thick angry rain. Even the weather seemed angry with the idea of what he was about to do.

He stopped and turned to see her wide innocent eyes staring into his own. He sighed annoyingly trying to seem cold and unfeeling. To this she flinched a bit, but tried to keep smiling anyway.

"I have to go far away," he began and saw her eyes spark with happiness. She walked over to him and grabbed his right hand and kissed his hand. He was shocked, but he didn't let his eyes reveal this.