Hi, everyone! I'm not sure how many chapters will be in this fic yet, but one thing's for sure: THERE! WILL! BE! TEEN! ANGST! (Or, at least, I think it's teen angst. I honestly have no clue how old Kenzan's supposed to be. For the purpose of the story, let's just say he's a teen.)

Also, this IS a yaoi fic, so if you don't like yaoi, shut up and go away now!

Oh, and one other thing, I'm using the Japanese names for once, 'cuz typing "Hassleberry" over and over's gonna give me carpal tunnel. Plus, it's fun to add Kenzan's "-saurus" and "-don" suffixes to everything, especially names. -

Chapter 1 Warnings: Fluff yaoi (sorta), attempted character suicide, mild language

And now, without further ado, I give you…

Deathwish

There are several things that one expects to see when they enter a bathroom. A toilet, soap and paper towel dispensers if it's a public one, a sink, a bathtub (or at least a showerhead) if it's a private one. True, Manjyome saw all of these things (except the tub) when he walked into the second floor boy's bathroom, but he also saw something he never would've expected.

"K-Kenzan!?" Yes, Tyrrano Kenzan was leaning over the sink with his elbows propped on the edge, but that wasn't what Manjyome found alarming. It was the fact that the dinosaur duelist was currently pressing a razor blade to his bare left wrist. At the sound of his name being called out, however, Kenzan dropped the blade into the sink and snapped his head to the left with wide, yellow-tinted eyes.

"M-Ma-Manjyome-saurus…" he said in a voice that was slightly more ragged than normal as the metal rattled against the porcelain of the sink. "Wh-what're you doing here?"

Manjyome ignored the startled teen's words. Instead, he closed the door, locking it behind him, before quickly walking over to the paper towel dispenser and ripping a few sheets out. He then walked over to Kenzan, who was still to stunned (and frankly, confused) at the Osiris student's actions. "Give me your arm," he said. When Kenzan didn't comply, the pale teen grabbed the other's wrist and wrenched the arm over to him, causing Kenzan to yelp in pain. "That's your fault. Even you should know that cutting yourself causes pain. Especially you," Manjyome added, noting the many pale scars that littered both of the other teen's arms as he carefully pressed one of the paper towels to the open wound.

Kenzan jerked his arm out of Manjyome's grip with a small hiss of pain. "Hold it! Why are you doing this-saurus!?" He growled, eyes flashing yellow again. Most people would have freaked out the second they saw the blood, or screamed, or, god forbid ran to go tell a teacher he was trying to kill himself, or something, but here Manjyome was, just calmly trying to clean up his cut, and even locking the door behind him so no one else would see them. Kenzan mentally kicked himself for forgetting about the lock until now.

"What are you talking about?" Manjyome asked in a bored voice. "You don't really want to die, do you?" he added, looking up at the taller teen.

"I—!" Kenzan stopped, staring back into the other's charcoal-colored eyes. Did he want to die? That was why he walked into the bathroom and unraveled the bandages on his arms in the first place, wasn't it? He glanced at the razor blade lying in the sink, which was apparently stopped up seeing as how the inch-deep pool of blood still hadn't drained.

Manjyome caught this eye movement and casually plucked the blade from the bottom of the blood pool, turning on the faucet of the sink to rinse it off along with his now bloody fingers before closing it and holding it up to Kenzan. "Look," he said with a huff when the tanned teen just gave him a weird look, "it's really none of my business what you do in your spare time. Hell, I used to do it myself!" he added, rolling up one of his sleeves so that the dark purple scars were clearly visible against his near-white skin. "But just try to be careful. I stopped doing it after I passed out from blood loss in my room at home one time. I had to pay a lot of cash to keep the servant that found me quiet…"

Kenzan's eyes flashed yellow as he cringed and lightly touched the bumpy scar-tissue. Then, he thought of something. "But I've seen you without your shirt! You didn't have those before-don!"

Manjyome chuckled as he watched the other stare at his wounds. "You noticed that, huh? Well, that's pretty easy for me to explain," he said as he shoved the blade into his back pocket and handed Kenzan the wad of paper towels. "Clean your arm up and keep the cut elevated. You're getting blood all over your boots."

Kenzan obeyed, the initial shock finally wearing off and being replaced by curiosity. How on earth could those dark purple scars just vanish into thin air? As the pale teen drained and rinsed out the bloody sink, he continued. "My scars don't really disappear, they really just turn white when my body gets overheated. I don't think that method would work too well for you, though," he added, glancing over at the other's arms and noting the already pale scars on the other's caramel skin. Then, Jun found himself going from looking at the clashing colors to admiring Kenzan's muscles. This went on for a few minutes until Kenzan decided to break the uncomfortable silence.

"C-can I have my razor back-don?" he asked quietly. He had an idea of what the answer would be, but he didn't really care as long as it got Manjyome to stop staring at him.

Jun blinked, startled out of his own thoughts, some of which were none too appropriate, before moving his hand to the small, rectangular bulge in his back pocket.

"No, I don't think so," he said after a moment's thought, tugging his sleeve back down to cover his exposed arm. He leaned down to pick up the two long strips of gauze on the floor. "You should really clean these things if you don't want to get an infection" he said offhandedly, either ignoring or unaware of the angry twitching coming from the other. "Or better yet, get new ones altogether…"

"What happened to 'it's none of my business'-saurus!?" Kenzan snapped, snatching the dirty fabric strips from the pale teen and quickly beginning to wind the first around his newly-cleaned arm.

For once, the great Manjyome Thunder found himself at a loss for words. It wasn't what Tyrrano had said that shocked him into silence. It wasn't even the way he said it, although that did hurt as well for some reason. Jun found himself staring in a sort of awed silence because…

Tyrrano Kenzan was crying. His face was slightly flushed as he bit his lower lip to hold back the sobs, but the tears still streamed out of his eyes as he finished one arm and began working on the other.

"Kenzan-kun," Manjyome murmured. He didn't know why, it just slipped out.

The Ra student looked up from his half-bandaged arm. Jun could see the pain and confusion in the other's now slate-gray eyes, still glazed over from the crying. "What?" he asked, sniffling a little. Manjyome had an odd look in his eyes. Not cruel or anything like he'd expected, just… odd. The taller teen shivered when he felt the black-clad Osiris' left hand close around his right hand, and the other one lightly wipe away his tears. Manjyome's hands were freezing cold for some reason, but that wasn't what caused the shivering.

Back when Kenzan first laid eyes on Manjyome Jun, he couldn't help but be attracted to the boy. Truth be told, Kenzan just had a thing for Goths, male or female, which was why he'd been so easily enchanted by Alice. But there was something else about Jun… Something the dinosaur duelist couldn't quite put his finger on…

"Er, Kenzan? You're a little too close…" Manjyome said. Indeed, the gap between them was now very small. Their noses were almost touching.

Kenzan's face tinged pink as he fell back. He quickly scrambled back to his feet and finished wrapping up his arm, then ran to the door, unlocked and opened it, and ran off down the hall, nearly trampling everything and everyone in his path.

Jun could only stare as the heavy door swung shut.

AAACK! Lame chapter ending, I know! But I couldn't think of anything else!

Comments, anyone?