Same as all years. The same day of the year, the same people he saw every time, the same things that were always given. The man of black cruised trough a dark hallway of the mansion as he saw several chocolate wrappings around the floor, along with a heart shaped balloon filled with helium floating barely. It levitated weakly from the ground a foot away from the ceiling, a string still attached to it.
"Idiots...", he muttered grabbing the thread, pulling the balloon to the floor and stepping on it with enough strength to pop it with a rather harsh sound. He didn't like sound at all actually, but seeing that shape was enough to turn him into a beast, at least his form of a beast. Valentine's Day, such a useless holiday it was, the day had passed like nothing. Zeito had been sitting in his room in his desk, writing the day away.
Looking up, he saw the candy wrappers, oh sweets. He hated everything sweet, everything nice. If it wasn't sour, he wouldn't eat it. Spicy would be acceptable in some cases, having to share a room with Akaito once, he grew used to things burning inside his mouth.
He placed his hands inside his coat, and continued walking. The vocaloid had reached a lighter hallway, the one where his room rested. Zeito looked at the door, sighed, and opened it. Quickly walking in and closing it with slight strength, he took his scarf off, his only scarf, the one that had nurtured him for so many years, even the terrible abusive ones that were his childhood.
A tear drop fell from his eye, no, not this again. He had feared this would happen, it would every time this horrible day. Zeito took his red, tattered scarf to his face as it got damper and damper. Small weeps could be heard from him as he sniffed loudly, taking the fabric away from his face and looking harshly at a nearby mirror. He stared at it for a long while. Who was that? That horrible person in that mirror, he should die shouldn't he?
Zeito glared at the mirror, still tearing and sniffing. He placed a hand in his pocket and flung his favored toy to the mirror, his yo-yo, breaking the reflection into shards that fell to the floor. He hated himself, no, he hated everything. The day that was tomorrow, day of "love" and "friendship". It should have never came. He faceplanted a pillow on his bed, the kind of pain that can't be forgotten was ruling over him. The pain of not being wanted. No, he didn't want to be wanted, never. Zeito thought, he could live without people, even happier in fact. Grabbing the sheets of his black bed tightly, he muttered "... Death, to them all...".
((Happy late Valentine's Day to you all~ Zeito here just decided to have an emo breakdown, sob, he's so emo. Well, bear with my possible lack of sense and grammatically horrible wording. Sorry. ))