This is my second reborn fic. I recently got Hyde's album 666 and I was listening to it when I got the idea for this one. Yeah, Hyde's songs drive people to wright suicide fanfics. this is in Yamamo-chan's point of view. I'm thinking of doing a Gokudera chapter. Please read and Review. And a Happy belated birthday to Yamamoto
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Light
Pale golden sunlight seeps slowly through the tattered curtains, stretching out so far and yet ending abruptly, stopping just before the person. The shadows are comfortable though, they hide him from the world and the irony of the yellow starlight.
A light chuckle escapes the figure and he hangs his head as the noise grows in volume turning into the dark laugh of a broken man, a man torn apart by the world. Slowly the sound dies on his lips. The room is silent.
He was lost. The world seemed like an infinite forest. Empty, so easy to get lost in. He was being brought down by the sadness. It was killing him. So, why not take charge and end it for himself.
He ran his fingers along the carved surface of the weapon. The gun. It was so cold, just like him, always just like him. Just like the person who had driven him to this. It wasn't supposed to be like that, This can't be love. It shouldn't hurt this much.
He pulled a bullet out of his jacket pocket and held it up so that the coppery surface glows in the light. Beautiful, just like him. Didn't he know what he was doing to him. How could he not. The words he uttered went straight to his heart, making cuts deeper than that made by any sword, deeper and far more painful.
Was this wise. Should he do this. He knows though that this is his last chance. If he quits now it will be a lifetime of torment for him, is ever waking moment filled with pain. He has killed before, it's easy, just one quick motion and the light of life will fade from someone's eyes, their body will fall limp, they will sleep eternally, they will be forever free.
It's so simple, yet why does he hesitate, why does his hand shake when he holds the metal barrel so close to his head. He loads the gun with a quick flick of his wrist, the bullet sliding into the chamber. The gun closes with a resounding click, the sound echoing off he white walls. All lit with the orange rays that seem to avoid him.
This time when he lifts up the gun there is no shaking his hand is steady. He had crossed the line, there was no going back any more, not this time. His finger rests lightly on the trigger. A bit more pressure and this will all be over an escape from the cruel world and the words from his most important that only make him feel empty on the inside. The world stands still. It's all flying past his eyes now, so like a dream. Him, the one he loved., his cold words, his glares, his temper, his laugh, his smile...
Time returns.
The bullet flies.
The figure, bathed in shadow, falls, on the wings of a silent prayer.
Yamamoto always lived in the dark,
With Gokudera as his never shining light.
The door opens.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip...
And I need to know
Tell me how I should see the light
I draw the gun And I take aim
The world stands still Like a dream
Hear me pray
I stray
- Hyde "Prayer"
