I'm Sorry

|PROLOGUE|

Two teenage boys sat on both sides on the end of a single bed sitting across each other. Both almost naked.

"Senpai… are we going out?" the brunette asked.

"Huh?"

"I'm just wondering, because you never say anything…" the brunette continued side-glancing. He then gripped his unbuttoned shirt tight. He gulped. "Senpai.. do you love me?" hoping for a positive response. He smiled.

"Heh."

Ritsu staggered on his feet in his room. He had managed to get away. And also able to get home without being seen. Tears visible on his cheeks. He dropped his school bag on the floor spilling its contents out. He mindlessly looked around the room. Soon his now jaded emerald eyes, that no longer shone with enthusiasm and life, but is lifeless and dull, landed on a quill that rolled on the floor. He didn't know what he was doing nor thinking. But he walked towards it and bent down and picked it up. Eyeing its shiny, glittering, pointy tip.

'He was always so silent, and gloomy

So, I tried to lighten him up…'

'I was only trying to cheer him up by being with him… but… but…'

'He was only toying with me…

Playing with me all along…

He had me wrapped up around his finger…

And he didn't even know it.'

Ritsu gripped the quill as he clenched his fist tighter.

'I loved him so much… so much that it hurts…

I gave him my body…

My soul…

My trust…

My everything…

My heart…

My self…

But he just threw me away...

As if, I was nothing…

No, I may be nothing to him…

But he was my world… my everything… my life…

I'm useless aren't I?'

"Saga…senpai…" he muttered his voice cracking. His tears dripped down. Staining the wooden floor in his room. He then rolled up his sleeve till it reached his upper arm. Exposing his thin, pale arm. Slowly he pressed the tip on the back of his elbow. More tears flowed temporarily blurring his vision. Squeezing his eyes shut it made his tears trickle down and drip on the floor. Also clearing his vision.

'To think that I actually fell for him…

Without my life, I'm nothing but a shell…

And someone who is just a shell doesn't need to live…'

Taking a deep breath. He bit his lower lip. Hard. Drawing blood.

He raised his hand. Took aim.

'I don't want that…'

His eyes dilated.

'But…'

Then he leaned his whole weight on the hand. And with huge force.

'Even though I know it's like a fantasy thinking he'll be there when I wake up in the hospital…

Or selfish…

I want that to happen but…

I don't have a reason to live anymore…'

He wielded the quill down.

*Splurt**Drip**Drop* Drip**Drop*

Hitting right on spot. Then dragged the quill down to his wrist drawing blood as the tip sliced through his flesh. Dragging some along making his skin stretch.

(A/N: I know! I've been making this kind of stories! Sorry! I'm not a happy-ever-after person as you can see… no wait, I AM… I mean that I'm not one of those… ugh… I can't describe it! Anyway… I'm really sorry… but this plot just won't stop bothering me! I'm sorry… I PROMISE I'm NOT trying to kill anyone with sorrow! This kind of plots just hit me! I hope you can forgive me guys! Also, please don't be so hard on me… I'm not only making a Sekaiichi or Junjou fanfic… I also have other plots in my head and are sometimes getting in the way… I'm so sorry for another Hurt/Comfort, Angst story… I'll do my best to make a more romantic fic in the future… please just don't kill me T^T. Chapter 1 will be posted soon… this is DarkAlchemistAssassin, at your service. Review? CHAO~!)

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Also, if you have notice… I'll only put the disclaimer in the summary or either first chapter if it doesn't fit. Cause it's such a hassle to keep typing I don't own or Disclaimer over and over. So yeah,… please bear with me…