#//Koyuki and Keizo were humans btw

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Cat Hybrid~Akaza Drabble~ The ‘incident’ (Warning to non manga readers; heavily inspired by canon manga)

Blood soaked hands, a deadly silence. Head blank, eyes empty, rage turned into numbness. It was done, justice had been served, but at what cost? His sanity? A momentarily satisfaction? Head to toe covered in the blood of weaklings, weaklings who took the ones he loved from him. All sixty-seven of them, mauled into a bundle of mushed flesh, organs and bones. They had no chance against him, they had to die, without mercy.

Why was the world so cruel to him? Just when he reclaimed his happiness, a hope for new life ripped straight from his hands. 

The skin under the layer of blood began to change, mark him, change him, tell the world what he became, what he did. Skin paled, blue markings wrapped around his form and his black strands of hair and fur on his body brightened into a shade of pink. The once bright blue eyes clouded into a color of yellow, and the white sclera of his eyes drowned in blue. An odd sensation over his body, but he paid it no mind as he walked.

He walked, slowly, bloody steps left behind, his once white clothes painted crimson. Anyone who stood in his way, to stop him or to help him got pushed away by the very same fists that he once used to protect, now hurt people, killed people. A carnage left behind, but why did he continue to walk? Why didn't he give up? Was it because the ones who were left behind wanted him to continue living? But wouldn't they hate him after what he did? How he dirtied his teacher's precious soryu fighting style... And Koyuki... she wouldn't like him like this, a murderer.

The forest became his destination, a quiet place, a way out from people. That's when he finally collapsed in exhaustion. His form crashed against the ground, tail splayed along the ground, eyes half lidded. And he screamed, he screamed, he cried, he cursed the world, he cursed the weaklings that poisoned his to-be wife and his teacher, he cursed at himself.  He cursed the fact he left them alone, how he didn't protect them. If only he never left, he would have joined them in the afterlife or stopped the whole thing from happening. Why was he the only one to survive? Why him?!

His whole body ached, his heart ached, everything ached. He wished the ground would swallow him whole, but not even the wolves in the forest came anywhere near him. Maybe he truly was a cat demon, someone who wasn't meant for good things. That's what people told him since he was born... Was this what happened to other hybrid's too? Or was he special, all in the wrong ways? Maybe if he lived a little bit longer... he will figure it out. But was that enough to keep him going? Why would he care?

Legs pulled to his chest, Hakuji, curled up into a ball in the cold harsh surface of the forest, striped ears folded back and tail between his legs. Or he will have to get stronger, stronger to the point, nobody will ever again get ripped away from him... But truly... what was the point? The point to living when his whole family was gone?