I stood there in silence.
Houkou was in a battle for his own body. I prayed that he would win. What else could I do? I could only stay here and hope for the best.
Francis murmured something.
"What?" I asked.
"You grew your hair out." he whispered loudly, reaching out to touch my hair, but he stopped himself. He chuckled a little at the memory...
(memory; 11 years ago)
"Matty!!! Do you think Mom will let me dye my hair??" Neka asked.
Matthew looked up from the book he was reading. "Why would you want to dye your hair?"
"Cause you did." she replied, jumping on his lap.
"I didn't dye my hair, it's been highlighted." he explained.
"Well then I want highlights!" Neka yelled, grinning as big as she could.
"You know what you should do," he began, "You should let your hair grow out."
"Let my hair grow out?? No! I love my hair being short!"
"But Neka, your hair's so soft. You should let it grow." he said.
"Never. I will never grow my hair out." Neka sniffed.
Matthew sighed, playing with Neka's short hair.
He would be the last one to ever touch it...
I watched as Francis enjoyed the memory. When Matt died, I couldn't help but listen to his last request. No one has ever touched my hair other than him.
"Francis?" I called.
"Hmm?"
"Does every demon have a dark side?"
"Well, most. Some have half a dark side, but others don't. Like Mother doesn't have a dark half at all. But you are fully dark..." he said whispering the last part.
I knew I was fully dark. My two tailed demon was pure evil, and she would always give me evil thoughts, but could never control me.
I sighed. Please make it through this Houkou. Please.
