The moonlight shines through the window of a dark haired boy who sits against the wall looking dazed. The white carpet stained with a puddle of red as a razor blade across the room filled with blood was forgotten. On the boys' arm lay many deep cuts with fresh blood seeping out and old cuts reopened. Minutes passed without a sound that you could almost hear the crickets chirp in the grass outside and dogs howl to the moon that shined up in the sky brightly. After time passes by, the boy begins to speak to himself in a low hoarse voice.
"I'm pathetic. No wonder I won't be able to please my father and mother. This is why I'm...such a failure." He chuckled gently to himself at his own weakness. His eyes began to moisten with fresh tears dripping down his cheek, his mind pounding with many questions. Just where did he go wrong? Why did it have to turn out like this? Was he not good enough to even be noticed by his parents or siblings or to even inherit the family business just like his older brothers? Would he continue this nasty habit each day during the night with no one but himself in the house? Sighing gently to himself he got up slowly from the floor heading to the bathroom. He opened the left cabinet beside the mirror for a brief moment, closing it with the first-aid kit in his hand. Before he applied anything on his arm, he turned the sink water to warm since the blood began to gain a bit of crust around the edge. His arm went under the warm water only to wince slightly at the stinging sensation that ran through his body. Taking a paper towel, he wiped the rest of the blood gently but while looking at the marks, he noticed that one was almost close to his vein. Ignoring his racing heartbeat, he continued to treat the cuts by applying ointment so it wouldn't get infected later, then wrapping it tightly.
Leaving the bathroom in a hurry he saw the time on his alarm clock saying 2:30 a.m. looking at the mess he made, he went to the closet out in the hall to get out some cleaning supplies for the carpet. If anybody were to find out about the mess he made, he would definitely be sent to an asylum. After an hour trying to get the stain off the carpet and succeeding, he cleaned the razor blade. Placing the blade gently in his dresser with other personal items, he locked the dresser with a key. He glanced around one more time before heading off to bed to get what little rest he could possibly get.
-4 hours later-
Waking up due to the sun shining brightly, he got up from his bed to head for the bathroom. Discarding all his clothes, he stepped into the shower turning the water on icy cold. After 20 minutes passed by, he turned the water off. He pulled the curtain away and grabbed the towel hanging by the shower to dry himself off. Looking at his bandages, he saw that the bandages were starting to come off. Re wrapping his wounds with new bandages, he left the bathroom to his closet where his uniform hung neatly on the closet hook. Once he was fully dressed, he grabbed his bag and headed for the door but before he could open it, a knock was heard which then later came a woman's voice.
"Mr. Ootori, your driver is here. Are you ready?" He opened the door to his room and informed the maid he was ready; out the main door, he stepped into the car. "Good morning Ootori-san!" The driver said enthusiastically. "Yes good morning to you too. Let's go, I cannot be late." "Right sir!" The car began to move away from the Mansion and within a few minutes they arrived at the private school for the rich.
"We are here sir." The driver opened the door as he said that, stepping aside for him to walk out the car. "Thank you, I'll see you in the afternoon." "Yes sir. Have a good day in school."
Walking further into the school, his mind wandered to some thoughts about before. Not noticing a blonde head run his way, the blonde collided with him full force knocking the wind out of him.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?! I'm really, really sorry! I should have watched where I was going or else this wouldn't have happened!" Annoyed with the boys' yapping, he said in a cold voice, "enough! I'm fine. Now stop yelling." The blonde stopped talking and smiled gently at the dark haired boy while reaching his hand out.
"My name is Tamaki. Suoh Tamaki. What's your name?" He looked at the blonde who had his hand stretched out for him. His eyes widen when he saw the bright yet warm smile Tamaki was giving him. For some reason when Kyouya saw Tamaki's smiling face, he felt his heart skip a beat. It was a feeling he never thought he had, resurfaced into his chest. Just who was this boy to make him feel like this?
"My name is Kyouya...Ootori Kyouya" Tamaki looked at Kyouya in surprise and then smiled once more. "Kyouya. It's nice to meet you. I hope we can become good friends!" Surprised by the sudden outburst, he felt his cheek turn slightly pink. Looking away quickly he replied in a low voice that Tamaki almost didn't quite hear but heard anyways. Tamaki gave Kyouya a big smile with a small blush at Kyouya's response.
"Yeah..."