Touch-Mah-Keyblade

"Your cheeks are very pink, Masaomi." That voice. That belonged to him. The one that kept me on what felt like a leash, kept me in order.  I felt like everything he did was for his own self-enjoyment. The way he purposely sets up scenes and let's them play out… As he watches it all from a safe distance; as everything everyone worked so hard for crumble. It was as if he enjoyed seeing the pity in their eyes, and the upset horrors of innocent victims. What would you call someone like that? Someone that had such a starving fetish for what seemed like day to day drama in the most drastic conditions? His hands were warm. Just like his expres