ooc I'm back again with a RinxHaru fanfic. Whoo! The first chapter will be shorter, because it's a just an introduction. So please, enjoy it, even if it is short.

"No... please, Rin, just... just stay." He didn't want to her to leave. The trembling mess on the beside next to him, the cascade of midnight hair, her scent... he didn't want that to leave him. Not again. But she was getting up despite his pleads for her to stay. "Rin..." he called out once more, but to no avail.

Pale skin shone in the faint moonlight that peaked through cracks in his blinds; his hand went out to touch the delicate flesh. She was out of reach, though, gathering clothes that lay scattered. On went her miniskirt, her tanktop, then she slowly approached her boots. "Rin..." Haru called out again.

"No, Haru. I'm leaving," Rin said, her voice hoarse. And with that, that dark-haired beauty was out the door, leaving him alone. Suddenly, the room felt colder, less welcome, and more of a cave with bars.

Twisting on the mattress, Haru came to sit at the edge of the bed, chewing on his lower lip. The passed fifteen minutes were all a blur - he couldn't make sense out of any of it. Why had she come just to leave? He bent over, fingers delicately massaging his temples. Haru sat like that, hunched over and confused, for a time, until his toes began to get cold. He stood, finding his clothes strewn all over the room and pulling them onto his body. Fingers combed through his hair, feeling the sweat that still clung to the white strands. "Whatever. Fuck Rin," Haru snarled to himself. He was sick of her not being with him anymore! All's Haru wanted was his Rin... to talk to, to love her, to be there for her. It had always been like that. The two were inseperatable. The key word was 'were'. They were no longer together, no longer happy, no longer lovers. No, to Rin, he was a burden, stupid, and occasionally an orgasm.

This sucked.

Haru, using the dim moonlight to guide him about his room, moved to the door. His hand rested on the knob. Should he go after her, or shouldn't he? "No... going after her would be worse," Haru decided aloud. He went back to his bed, flopping onto the mattress and burying his head into his pillow. Why couldn't they just be together? If Akito wasn't such a jealous ball of rage, perhaps they could be together without scorn. There was no one else Haru could actually be with, and no doubt Akito would throw that person out of a window if Haru could be with someone else. But he just wanted Rin, and there was no possible way that was ever going to happen. Their happiness was only an illusion in the corner of Haru's mind, and nothing more.

He turned in his bed, then turned again. How was he supposed to sleep with Rin on his mind like this? It was impossible. Sitting up once again, Haru hopped off of his bed, found socks on the floor, pulled on a pair of boots that lay in the corner, and took a jacket from his closet. He couldn't lay in his bed when there was activity was on it just fifteen minutes ago. Haru left his bedroom, crept down the stairs, and managed out the back door without a fuss. The icy midnight hair awoken his senses and gave him a dull sense of relief. Perhaps he really needed a walk to clear his head.

Haru trudged down the sidewalk, his hands dug into his pockets for warmth. It was still and quiet outside, save for a rustle in the bushes every so often. His eyes were focused on the concrete underneath his feet. He had no idea where he was going... he was just walking.

"Ow! Watch where you're going!" snapped a voice. Haru started, head snapping upright. He had no idea that he ran into somebody. Who was walking at this time of hour?