The room was small and cramped… A loud voice echoed throughout, the same words repeated over and over again. He didn't want to hear them… Not from that person. He had to get out… He had to escape… It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault.

You killed her. You killed her. You killed her.

A loud noise shook the crimson haired boy from his slumber; his eyes flicked open exposing a deep red. How long had he been sleeping for this time? One hour? Ten? Fuck if he knew. The young boy stood up slowly taking care not to hit his head on the branches that loomed above. How many times had he fallen asleep in a forest now? When was the last time he had slept in a warm bed? Like he even fucking cared! He didn't deserve any kind of comfort…

You killed her.

That's right he thought with a smile. He killed her and that's why he wouldn't allow himself any comfort, not even for a night. So instead he just slept wherever he fell not even caring if he woke up dead the next morning.

The boy shook his head a little, there was no use getting lost in his thoughts anymore. His thoughts distracted him from his real goal… And his real goal was to get as far from that place as possible. Even after a year he was still running… Still desperate to get away. The year had taken a toll on him… His once short hair was now so long and matted it obscured most of his face from view. Hell, if he was in the mood he might have even joked and said it looked like a lion's mane but the days where he was in a mood for a joke were long gone. However, the most noticeable part of his appearance behind all the dirt that had built up on his skin and clothes was how skinny he had become. His clothes hung around his small frame, whenever he stretched you could count each rib in his chest. Not like he cared anyway… He didn't need to keep his body in shape. Not anymore. Nothing mattered anymore… The only thing that mattered was getting away… Far, far, away.

He stumbled out of the small forest into an open street, his feet barely able to support his body. He was so tired… But he had to keep moving, stopping wasn't an option… The red head figured it must have been early morning at least. A few shops were open and there were people dotted all around, some of them stopping and staring taking in his roughed up appearance. He simply ignored the glances and stares from the passer bys. He didn't care what they thought of him, chances are he would never even see them again. Just another village and even more people he didn't give a damn about.

Rather suddenly the boy was jerked from his thoughts by yet another loud noise similar to the one that woke him; it caused him to jump a mile, his heart beating so hard against his chest he thought he might just die there and then on that very spot. Then he felt it, something soft and wet land in his hair one after another, it hit his shoulders then his legs then finally the pavement. The red head tilted his head back and looked up at the sky only to have one of the drops hit him in the face. God damn it. It was raining. If there was anything he hated more in the world it was the damn rain! Didn't the sky know that cats didn't like the god damn rain?

You really don't like the water do you?

Urgh! Even the stupid rain made him think about that person… Wasn't there anything left in the world that didn't remind him of how evil he was? Why was he even bothering to run anymore? He could end it right now… This very moment. All it would take would be a car going at the right speed… And he wouldn't have to suffer anymore… No more suffering. The idea almost made him feel calm… Liberated.

"Whoa, You look really different…Did you do something with your hair?" Suddenly he was snapped back to reality… That voice. That voice scared him even more than the loud noise did. The voice made his stomach turn and his body shake… How did they find him? He was so far away… Slowly the red head turned in the direction the voice had come from, not wanting his eyes to confirm what he was hearing was true, he kept them low to the ground, refusing to look up. His eyes were greeted by a pair of grey, distressed converse trainers. Damn. He knew who they belong to.

"Hey Kyo, I know you have really bad with manners and everything… But you could at least say Hey right? Cat got your tongue or something?" The owner of the voice teased causing Kyo's cheeks to heat up in anger. One year… One year down the line and this god damn punk was still the same… He even wore the same shoes!

"Fuck you Haru. What the hell are you even doing here?" Man… He didn't even want to reply but he had to say something right? Did he really expect him to just say Hey when they hadn't seen one another for so long? He slowly dragged his eyes up from his cousin's feet, his deep red eyes meeting a pair of soft grey ones. He really hadn't changed…He still had too many piercings in his ears and he still managed to look totally clueless… That always pissed Kyo off. No matter what his cousin did or say he would wear that same stupid expression…

"What does it look like? Shopping. Yuki's out at university so I decided to get us some supplies… Can't really do what I'm planning tonight without a few supplies. Besides, I could ask you the same question… What the hell are you doing here?" he replied shrugging his shoulders a little, his expression remaining the same throughout the whole of his speech. What did he mean by supplies…? The thought didn't last very long when Kyo registered Yuki's name. Yuki was here as well? Fucking perfect. Was god just mocking him today or something? First the rain now this.

"Look, just do me a favour and pretend you didn't see me okay? Don't go around telling everyone about this… It's the least you could do for me." Kyo spat in reply before turning away from his cousin… When did he feel so light headed? Was it since the mention of Yuki's name? Surely that wasn't the cause. Kyo tried to shrug away the strange sensation building in his head and the rest of his body. He felt his legs shake violently as he attempted to step away from his cousin. What the hell was happening to him? Haru was saying something to him. He knew that much… But he couldn't make out the words it just sounded like a jumble of noise. He struggled to make out what Haru was saying to him… Something about lying on the ground? What the hell was he on about? Kyo attempted to look around but found that his vision had failed him. Huh. How odd… He couldn't actually see anymore… This was the boys last thought before he slipped entirely out of consciousness… Unaware of the fact he had just collapsed and passed out.