This is the first story I've written so any feedback would be a greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they belong Hino Matsuri.
Warning: Will more than likely be yaoi (boy x boy), I am not forcing you to read
There is darkness all around me. The silence of it is suffocating. Where am I? How did I get here? I remember something painful piercing my body. What was it? What happened to me?
"Zero," a voice calls. Is that me? Is that my name? Who are you? Where are you? Tell me what's going on. "Zero!" it calls again, more urgently. There's a bright light ahead moving achingly closer. "Zero," it's the same voice. I am slowly starting to recognize it. Slowly the pieces are falling into place. "Wake up Zero!" again he calls.
"Kuran?" I feel myself speak. The light is so close now it's blinding, burning me with its intensity. I turn away from it until something grabs my arm. I turn around to see…
I woke up gasping with bight lights shining in my eyes. I groaned as I tried to determine where the hell I was, why I was there, and why the hell my body felt like it had been hit by a truck. The first thing I realized as I finally pried my eyes open was I was lying in a hospital room with an IV hooked to my arm. The second thing was that there were people outside the door speaking in hushed voices. I slowly tried to sit up, failing when pain raced up my arms, causing me to collapse with a strangled yelp. Suddenly, the door burst open as none other than Kaname fucking Kuran raced to my side.
"Zero," his voice was panicked slightly, "What happened? I just stared wide eyed at him. "Zero?" Kuran questioned. Looking concerned.
"Kuran?" I softly spoke. He rolled his eyes at me. "Where the hell am I?"
"You're in the hospital after being found unconscious in your dorm room with significant blood loss," a man to my left said to me, obviously a doctor. "Lucky for you Kuran-san was able to give you some blood and promptly brought you here." I remembered now. I had tried to take my own life after I had fed from Yuuki one too many times. I had done it perfectly, locked myself in my bathroom, slit my wrist as a gunshot would be to obvious. Plus I didn't want whoever to find my body to see my head blown in. I remember letting the blood drain down the sink watching it swirl around. Slicing the skin open again with a silver blade each time it tried to heal. I remember someone pounding on the door to the bathroom, screaming out my name. I remember my body crashing to the floor, black spots across my vision as someone forcibly opened my door. Then nothing. I was so sure I had succeeded, as the darkness took over I was so sure I was gone. Finally to join my parents away from my hell of a life in this world. Seems fate was not so kind. That's when the doctor's words sank in. Kuran gave me blood? Of course the bastard had to go and save me.
"What?" my voice was like ice. I turned and glared at Kuran. "Why the hell can't you leave me alone?" I yelled.
Suddenly he was in my face, his gaze full of anger. "Cause the last time you were left alone you almost killed yourself," he seethed. "Which is why I made the decision to move you to the moon dorms where I can keep an eye on you and you won't do anything stupid."
"Like fucking hell I'm living with you and those bloodsuckers!" I was beyond angry. How dare he decide things for me. "You don't get to control me like everyone else asshole." I gave him my death glare.
"I wouldn't have to control your life if you weren't so keen on throwing it away," Kuran spoke calmly, damn bastard. "This discussion is not up for debate, you will be living in the moon dorms upon your release from the hospital tonight."
"Over my dead body Kuran," I seethed. My vision was going blurry, I looked for the source seeing the doctor removing a needle from my IV. I looked at Kuran.
"I hope it doesn't come to that Zero," was the last I heard him say before darkness swept over me.
Please review! Hope to continue this story and I apologize ahead of time if the updates take a while, sometimes life becomes hectic and I find no time to write.