A/N: This is a REALLY short oneshot about Yoh based off of my thoughts.

I don't think any of you know this, but there's a chance that I might be border-lining on depression. I've been having really morbid thoughts lately and I've thought a lot about dying and hurting myself.

Hell, if any of you find your way to my deviantart page, you'll see one of my journal entries as a story about a girl who steps in front of a car.

That's why I was looking up "ways to prevent self-injury," because I don't actually want to hurt myself (but it sounds really tempting).

I found this page that said "it is helpful to have a "mantra," a phrase or sentence, that you can repeat to yourself over and over whenever the urge to self-injure arises… Find a mantra that appeals to you and use it consistently."

And I thought of Yoh's "Everything will work out"

Warnings: self-injury, cutting, depression.

Oh, and I guess this is something of a dedication to zaza98able, who begged me to make this rated T. So thanks for all your reviews, you're awesome, and here you are. *attempts a smile but fails* I think you reviewed one of my stories and told me that you like sad stuff...?

"Everything Will Work Out."

I guess no one knew why he would say "everything will work out" all the time.

It was his little mantra that kept him going, and everyone else - it became a kind of slogan. When he spoke these words, it'd bring comfort to those all around and they'd believe him, they'd believe that "everything will work out."

But why did he say these words so often? Why did he need to?

Even when he was by himself, he would quietly whisper these words to himself. He would close his eyes and imagine that everything was alright even if it wasn't.

Why is that?

No one really knew the reason, did they?

It was to stop himself from hurting.

He can't remember where he heard it, or when. All he knew was that when he was little, he had nothing going for him (at such a young age, his family tried to get him to be comfortable with the idea of death, it didn't work out well to say the least), until he heard those words:

"Everything will work out."

And suddenly a world of possibilities opened up.

It was as simple as that, all he had to do was repeat those words to himself and everything would get better. It was at the worst of times that Yoh would have to repeat these words over and over, almost non-stop, until he believed it, but when it was over, then he would once again be smiling, and no one would be the wiser. No one would know what had gone through his head.

But this was different. For once, those four words couldn't hold everything at bay and he resorted to the one thing that the words were supposed to prevent.

He delicately picked up the thin blade, as if it would break if he grasped it too hard. The blade was sharp, but the colour was dull. He stared at the piece of metal in his hands, admiring the craftsmanship.

And then he pressed the cool metal against his skin. It made no mark, he was simply feeling the metal on his skin.

And then he pressed a little harder… and harder… until he broke skin.

The pain was only momentary, and it only stung a little, so he was able to bite back a whimper. He bit his lip as he say blood ooze out in a thin red line. More and more flowed out until there was too much and it spilt over his arm, drawing a red path from his arm to the floor.

He took a moment, pausing to relish in this pain he felt before closed his eyes, blocking out the image of his blood flowing out before he moved and slide the blade across his skin. He made a line, a scar that would remind him of what he had just done - of what the words "everything will work out" couldn't prevent.

He finished up, cleaning the blade of his blood and wiping the flood clean of the red liquid. Lastly, he washed the red from his arms and hid the knife.

When he left his room, he made his way downstairs and towards his group of friends. They smiled a little at him and he returned the smiles.

"Okay, so how are we gonna defeat Hao?" Ren asked, getting straight to the point of the meeting. Yoh shrugged as Manta looked at him for an answer, as did everybody else in the room.

Yoh pretended to think for a moment, feeling the pressure on him once again, the pressure that he had just relieved himself of moments ago. Then, he smiled at his friends.

"Don't worry, everything will work out."

A/N: Read and review?