Disclaimer: Kareshi Kanojyo N Jijyo doesn't belong to me. Though then again if they did I know, I would go insane with thoughts that won't end. Note: Terribly stressed out reminds you of Aya ne? This is my own work in writing so please don't take it away. Though if I am infringing please don't sue me I am very poor.

Doubt

By Starfire

Dripping sounds of the river next to the school sounded in the sunlight. Distant sounds of laughter were heard. Except a figure lay on the floor in the Sakura blossom gazing at the tree's with flowers calmly.

Arima the perfect man/boy a figure trapped between the world of half grown up and half child. Thoughts run through his mind as he stares outward into the calm skies. Calmness is fake. Actually, I don't feel anything even though I laugh and joke around. Why do I feel this way? I should be happy and not sad. Sighing slightly he flung his hand over his face. Dark locks fell onto his face as he felt the wind blow gently against him.

I am more fortunate then others. I feel quite happy with where I am. But… Silence fell in the land as the skies darken and red like blood flooded the area. A single voice ask quietly am I happy? That voice continues to pound within my temple and doubt, loath, for myself arises.

The constant fear of being good for nothing rides my back like a monkey of war. Instead of peacefulness, the calmness that is fake harbors the undercurrent of my emotions. The red trickles down the trees surrounding him as black sucks up the sky.

Only I lock up these emotions to be perfect. If I act perfect, I can prove to them that I am not good for nothing. I can make my adopted parents proud and love me. But…

Slowly the screen shimmers slightly as a single beam of light appears in the sky. I feel in love. I felt weak and expose to this new emotions. For she was the key, yes the key to the door that I kept sealed.

Struggling lightly on the floor of blood, which stained his skin, noticing that he was in the metaphor of broken wings, chained in darkness of doubt tears slowly course through his eyes. Silver sliding down like unicorns blood from a wound, innocence purity radiating from him, the words victim of violence, sounds around him. Arima. A voice called from the light. Arima.

Silver eyes widen in recognition Yukino. Struggling more he tries to warn her to stay away to get away from him. He doesn't want her to see him this way, he doesn't want her to view him with loath. Like his real parents, who didn't care about him hated his very existence. "GO AWAY!" He screams as he struggles more trying to get away from the light thread of light that trails down onto the chains, his chains, his punishment. "Leave me be."

"Arima. Don't feel this way." Yukino's voice called softly as the light became more and the feeling of being held gripped him. The bonds that tied him down loosen him and he felt himself crying more from relief and yet fear.

Where do I go? What do I do? How? I don't like these feelings. I don't want to be nothing. Doubt echo in the air as softly as a gentle voice called him.

"Arima…" Slowly he raised his eyes and felt warmth radiating from that area that center. A soft light cream hand with a pinky was held out toward him. Arima.

Feeling lighter, he stretched his arm out until his pinky connected to the hands then the light got brighter until it blinded him. Jerking upward, he felt himself breathing hard from effort looking around frantically. Glancing at his side, he noticed Yukino asleep like a babe her little finger connected to him. Smiling a bit, he lean down and brushed his lips against her. Arigato, Yukino.

The sky grew clearer as light beam down on them and the cherry blossom flow around them in a dance. For doubt wasn't something, that one can get rid of easily, but with time, and love. Healing of wounds can be mended. Hope the ever lasting gift of mankind.