Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I don't even own my left foot. :(

Warning: There is Cutting and there will be a BoyXBoy relationship in later chapters. Don't say I didn't warn you!

Note: It's been a while since I've done this so please be kind and review! Tell me how I can improve.

Also this is just the prologue. To me a prologue is just to help you to understand the chapters ahead. This means that what happens in the chapters after the prologue can either refer prior to the events that are stated or can take right off into the story. Sorry, if this confuses you. The prologue isn't really that meaningful to me, I just want to get you up to date on what is happening.

Anyways, I hope this prologue doesn't turn you off to the story. It's just an overview of what's happening.

Thanks for reading!

I hope you like it! -

"There Is This Part Of Me

That Craves For This Neglect

So I Have A Reason

To Fade Away"

How long has it been like this? A dazzling routine that had lost it's touch too long ago, though it's performers never stopped the enchanting act. If only it was still such a wondrous thing, if only that fire inside hadn't been smothered so soon. Then, maybe, the routine would still be what he had originally thought it to be.

But now, something inside him had broken off, leaving his body when he saw the sight that had lain before him a month ago. He had a feeling that whatever thing that had broken wasn't fixable. He would be broken until the end of his life. Watching that awful scene that replayed over and over so many times, leading him slowly to this depression.

Kyo had never felt a depression quite like what he was feeling now. The red head found it hard to even eat food anymore, the food turning into a disastrous taste in his mouth. There was an empty pit in his stomach that churned with the sight of any happy couple or even her face. He knew he was selfish for wanting her. She was already committed and why would she choose an infectious monster over Prince Rat?

The scene replayed again as he landed roughly onto a well known rock after crashing through one of the paper-like doors and tearing it off the hinges. His mouth filled with grass and soil that he collected in his mouth before spitting it back to where it belonged as he rubbed the bruising area over his cheek. This was the part where he ran into the forest to be alone; he knew this routine, as did everyone else. Even Shigure had started whining about his doors. He wasn't about to break this routine yet. He wanted to be able to seem as normal as possible and keep his depression hidden behind his bedroom doors.

His legs pumped harder, body dodging the trees before he finally slipped in his haste, cutting his school shirt and a bit of his soft, tanned flesh as he fell. The small scratch took his mind away from the disturbing scene where Yuki and Tohru had found their first kiss, and then how happy they seemed to be together. They were always smiling, kissing, flirting, and worst of all they had found it too easy to express their love for another in front of him.

His eyes watched the liquid that slowly bubbled under the surface before seeping through the paper-thin cut in his skin. The crimson overflowing the sides as he pinched along the cut, hoping that the throbbing in his wrist would die down once his new-found ecstasy had taken it's course. His mind hummed at the thought of pain, was that why he was starting to pick more fights? While his insides died from the betrayal of his crush, he could also hurt the outside as well?

It didn't matter. He hadn't had a chance to even convey his feelings but even Tohru should have seen the signs that he was giving. The girl wasn't all that bright but Kyo was sure she had seen the way he had looked at her and the way he acted around her now that she clung to Yuki. She should be able to feel that dank, black cloud looming around him.

But then again, Yuki was extra protective over her, watching every time she would interact with the cat. If Kyo even dared to touch the rat's love than he would be shot down. A fight would always seem to begin and though the reasons were usually covered up, everyone would know what the fight was truly about. The cat didn't know his place.

The abuse had become so much more violent and verbally hurtful that it was only right that Kyo had started to believe those words. People had told him so many times that he was a monster, was he really such an awful being? Yuki had punched hard today, he could almost swear that his cheekbone had felt as if it had shattered not to mention new hurtful phrases the older male had started to say. They would be whispered in his ears cruelly, no one else would hear those awful words. Mocking him, telling him he knew about his crush on Tahru and mocking him for it. Then there were other words that he knew he shouldn't even think about.

The abuse had always been playful, he had a feeling Yuki thought it had no effect on him, that it was still playful banter. Oh, how the rat was wrong! The words cut deep, leaving him to sort over them at night with the scene in his mind that was constantly on rewind. The liquid had dried on his fingers, leaving him to lick it off and fill his mouth with the metallic taste. The one cut wasn't enough to fulfill his desire, he needed to hurt more. He deserved to hurt more than a wimpy cut serve.

He could feel himself slowly slipping away, wearing down on the inside. He was doing the right thing by fading into the background.