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Author: Areteliar
Genre: Drama
Rating: Teen
Reason: Detailed scenes of self-infliction.
Characters: Kazahaya, mentions of Rikuou and Tsukiko.
Summary: Rikuou is out searching for Tsukiko, and Kazahaya picks up the habit of cutting.
Declaimer: I do NOT own Legal Drug, Gohou Drug, etc. CLAMP does however. To sue me would be crazy and time wasting, as I own no money.
Other: Very short, sorry about that. T-T
A sigh escaped his lips, as he flipped over onto his side. The light-brown haired boy missed him dearly. He looked around the room with eyes wide open. He couldn't sleep tonight, but then again, hadn't he not for a while now?
He traced a circle onto the sheets underneath him, thinking about him again. Tall, handsome, and a frown always on his face. Kazahaya knew that he missed her so dearly, but he wanted him to come back. He didn't want him to go and get lost for someone who might not even exist any more.
Feeling a small lump form in his stomach, he stopped all thoughts on Rikuou. He felt himself get up weakly. He stumbled over towards his dresser, opening it and peering inside. He saw the blade glimmer in the moonlight, his heart skipped a beat and his stomach knotted more as he took it out slowly, carefully. Gripping the handle, he quickly walked over towards his bed, running under the covers quickly like a child hiding from the bogeyman. Kazahaya sat up, and taking off his shirt. He had to do it somewhere where they couldn't see, where they wouldn't notice.
He slowly drew the blade to his shoulder, pressing the tip into his skin. He then slid it across slowly, the narrow cut tingled briefly, but then was numbed as it began to bled slowly. Despite how deep he went, rarely did much blood ever come out. The wound from the last round of self-abuse was healing slowly, but it still remained as an engraved reminder.
Wiping it off with his finger, he watched as the blood came out again, lying on top of the wound, hoping to scab up. He wiped at it again, and again. Watching as it then quit doing so, he stumbled back over towards his dresser and hid the knife once more underneath the pile of boxers. He quickly went back to his bed, lying once again on his side. This time, he finally closed his eyes and slept, no dreams, just black.