A/N—Riya-chan here! This is a short Kyo one-shot. Just so you know, it has nothing to do with my other story, Saying Goodbye. This isn't the Kyo accompaniment, it's a separate story. And if you're wondering, I don't like writing about Tohru dying. It's just easy to write about. Well, I hope you enjoy this story! And, when I say "God" in this story, I don't mean Akito.

Warnings—blood and suicide.

Kyo sat on the rooftop, where he and Tohru used to sit and talk. Back then, the roof had been comforting and thoughtful. Now it was a place of despair and painful memories.

"God, please forgive me for this." Kyo was never a very religious person, but he had become one since Tohru's death. After all, there was comfort to be found in believing Tohru went to Heaven.

"God, I know I shouldn't do this. But… I want so badly to see Tohru. Please believe me. Let me see her again."

It wasn't that Kyo had given up immediately. He had tried to go on without Tohru. He had. But once someone like Tohru comes in to your life, it's almost impossible to let go. Things kept getting worse and worse. Yuki grew sick and more sick, the house became a mess again, and Kyo began sinking into a solitary hole of despair. He just wanted it to end.

Kyo took a knife out of his pocket. With a slit of his wrists, blood began to pour. The cold night air stung his cuts, and he let out a soft sigh. "Almost there, Tohru," he said.

He slit his ankles, and relief flowed in through his stinging cuts. He was blacking out; it was almost over. The crimson pool of blood drenched his bare feet, and he felt himself growing weak. It was time.

Kyo stood up and walked to the edge of the roof. He looked up at the twinkling midnight sky that was oblivious to his pain. "Tohru, God, please forgive me for this. I am already in Hell down here. The only way for me to go… is up." With that he closed his eyes, and let his foot sink into empty air. He plummeted to the ground.

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The next morning, Yuki woke up with a grumbling stomach. He let out a hoarse cough. "Baka neko…" he said weakly, and got up. He stumbled around the house, searching for Kyo, who had been cooking since Tohru died.

Yuki passed Kyo's bedroom, and saw that he wasn't there. "He must be up already," Yuki thought, trudging downstairs.

"Stupid cat!.." Yuki called as he made his way into the kitchen. There was no Kyo, but there was a note on the refrigerator, held by a lettuce magnet.

Hey Shigure or Damn Rat,

If you're wondering where I am, I went to see Tohru. Don't worry, I know you guys are helpless. I left some soup and onigiri in the fridge. When that's gone, well, learn to cook. In case you're worried about me, which I doubt you are, then don't be. I had my own reasons for doing this, and I felt like I needed to. Well, that's all I had to say. I guess I'll be watching you guys from wherever I end up. But I do have one final request—I'd like to be buried next to Tohru. If I don't end up where she is in the afterlife, I'll take comfort in knowing at least my body is by hers.

Bye,

Kyo

XP Angst. It's kinda hard to write. I mean, share. I actually find it easy to write, because there's so much emotion to work with. Anyway, I hope that you at least thought it was okay.