Title: Bleeding Crimson Red

Rating: T ( may raise to M)

Disclaimer: I do not own the S.R.M.T.H, the characters of the show, or anything else that is part of the show.

A/N: This kind of story was inspired by a fantastic and well respected author named,Leo's Katana-Babe from her story What Color Is My Life Today? If it wasn't for her, then I wouldn't have thought this story. So THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU Leo's Katana-Babe!

I'm going to dedicate this story for you for my inspiration from you!

Prologue

It was late in the night. Pass the hour eleven O'clock and close to midnight. Of course everyone was asleep in the Super Robot. All, but one. Chiro sat in the kitchen, thinking while holding a sharp object in his hands, a razer in other words. It was slightly chilly since he was only wearing a grey t-shirt and blue, flannel pants. His black hair fell over his eyes a little, but not enough to bother him to move them.

He somewhat smiled, but a sad one. The leader still didn't truly understand the circunstances that made him become so addictive to a drug that would give you pain, but release relief, grief, depression... memories... and any other category that lingered with the other words.

Chiro sighed, closing his eyes for a second before opening them back to stare at the blade that had been tainted with his very blood before. " It's either now or another whole day to wait again," he whispered to himself. He moved the blade to his exposed wrist, with scar lines indicated on it to remind him of his pass tormented drug. Gliding the blade on his wrist hard enough to draw a red line to form, the black haired boy was pleased with the results. It give a slight stinging sensation, but nothing compared to anything that Chiro had experince before his life.

He soon moved on to his next wrist and put more pressure on it, making the blade dig deeper into the fragile flesh. Even if it gave him a painful sensation, he somehow found it relaxing and peaceful in the most stressful times.

He closed his eyes, sighing from relief before feeling the numbness from his wounds take over a few minutes later. It was an odd pleasure he got from his self-inflicted cuts. He didn't know if it was the feeling of adrenaline or seeing the blood flee from his veins freely. Maybe it was both of the ideas that gave him the odd pleasure. One thing was for sure why he did it, though. It made Chiro feel alive. Yes, alive. The boy always felt like he was chained up, being pulled back whenever he tried to find his freedom through a society that showed no mercy, but pain instead. It seemed to get even worse when he became the leader of five robot monkeys. Always having to save "innocent" lives that were far from the word. It's not like he didn't like to save the people, becoming the role of the hero that they all seemed to depend on desperately, but he hated the sight of how they would all go on their normal routine again like nothing never happen. Being selfish and cruel to people all around them that it became needed substence like breathing air.

Looking at the razar with red coated on it, Chiro found a part that wasn't covered in blood and stared with angry eyes. Chiro was just disgusted by who he stared at, and that was none other then a fourteen-year-old boy. A boy that looked "innocent" like the people he had saved before, but the raven haired child knew he far from being innocent. He wasn't as pure as he use to when he came out of his mother. That probably was the only time when he was innocent. Chiro truly didn't know or remember.

His hand squeezed around the bloody blade as its sharp edges dug and tore teasingly in Chiro's pale flesh. The new cuts inside his hand began to sting, but he didn't care. Anything will do if he didn't have to stare in a face of a boy who wasn't pure or holy as people would say when he played hero.

Maybe that was- no, was the reason why Chiro cut himself. He didn't want to see the boy that had lied to his friends or always have fake smiles so to hide the very truth that was killing him down in the core. And Chiro still continued to use these tactics today so he wouldn't have anyone to know the true Chiro, the scared, pathetic Chiro.

That all feeling "alive" when cutting himself was just a lie to himself. I mean, it was probably a small percentage like one percent or so, but what he truly wanted was to get rid of the fourteen- year- old boy he was. Right now, he was just stalling time.

Stalling time before getting rid of himself... for good.

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Please review and tell me what you think. I only watched the show like once or twice so in the next chapter if I mess up in something, please tell me.

Also, in the episode "I, Chiro" (which I haven't seen but sounds great!) Does Atauiri like die? If so, how did he die and did he come back to life. I would- no, need to know this information! This is a favor that I ask all my reviewers to respond. If not, then please leave a comment. Thank you.