Meito sat patiently in the dark blue chair of Akaito's house, waiting on his friend red-haired friend to get out of bed. It seemed like hours that he sat there, waiting. What was he doing?
He did tell him he would stop by, right? He remembered it clearly! He knew he was coming! They were supposed to go see the new movie that Akaito wanted to see... Yet, Meito couldn't remember the name of it. He was worrying about Akaito. Why was he in bed? Why for so long? What was wrong?
He was so lost in thought, that he didn't notice the younger blue-haired boy standing there, holding a glass of water in his hand.
"E-E-Etto~ I'm sorry Akaito won't come out of his room... his boyfr- erm, something happened recently that he's just not happy about."
Something happened? Meito knew Akaito very well, they'd been friends for the longest time... and he knew that Akaito wouldn't get upset about something small. It had to be BIG to make that guy even the tiniest bit depressed. So what could it have been? What could be troubling him so much? He needed to find out. He... secretly, he loved Akaito.
He couldn't sit there while Akaito was hurting.
"T-Tell me what happened..." Hearing those words, Kaito stiffened, knowing his brother wouldn't want him to tell anyone without his permission...
"I-I don't think I should... B-But you can ask him! J-Just go bust down his door!" Kaito laughed at himself in his mind, knowing that even he didn't have the guts to knock on Akaito's door with the state he was in. He was too scared. But he thought, maybe Meito would do it?
Sure enough, Meito stood from the chair and started walking towards the staircase. He just had to see what was wrong with Akaito. He loved him... he just couldn't come to say it. Ever since they were little together, he had feelings for him... but he didn't know if he had feelings toward other boys, so he never said anything...
He wanted to get his feelings across someday, but not while he's hurting. Not while there's something troubling him... that would make the issue worse, he knew...
While walking up the staircase, he heard some... loud noises coming from Akaito's room. What was he doing, running around? Meito was a little scared and worried, so he ran the rest of the way upstairs and to Akaito's door.
"A-Akaito," the noises stopped, and it was silent then. Meito put his hand on the door and took a deep breath, "Wh-What's wrong, Akaito? Can I come in..."
Slowly, he reached for the doorknob, hoping his dear friend would let him in... but then he heard, "N-No, d-don't come in... I don't want to see anyone."
"A-Akaito, it's Meito! Haha, if you don't hurry, w-we'll miss the movie, remembe-"
"I don't give a shit! Leave! I don't wanna see you, or anyone else!" And upon that, Meito heard a loud thump against the door, as if Akaito had thrown something at it from the inside.
Why was he so upset!? Meito needed to know, now. He wanted to make him feel better... hearing the sorrow in Akaito's voice just broke his heart a little... and it hurt him to hear Akaito scream at him like that. He was getting even more distraught... he needed to know the issue, now.
"A-Akaito, let me in."
"N-No..." From the outside of the door, Meito could hear faint sounds of sobbing, that he knew was Akaito. He was crying... that's it. That's the last straw.
Hearing the person he loved cry... no. No more. He NEEDED to know what was wrong. He needed to comfort him. To hold him... he wanted to love him.
Akaito needed to let him inside.
"Let me in, now."
"L-Leave..." Well, Meito had no other choice, now...
Inside the room, Akaito sat on his bed, tears rippling down his pale cheeks... looking down at the cut he had made on his arm with the small knife he kept in his possession. A small trickle or blood ran down his wrist, and began dripping to the floor... such a nice red color. Just like his hair, he thought.
Finally, Meito was gone... right? Now he could continue... But then, knocking him out of his thoughts, he quickly raised his head upon hearing the loud noise... and now the door was opened.
Akaito was surprised, seeing that Meito had just kicked open his locked door. He never knew he would do such a thing... but now he was embarrassed. He was in the midst of cutting himself, and his best friend had caught him.
Meito... caught him... cutting himself.
Meito's eyes were now wide, standing there, staring at Akaito still holding the blood-stained knife in his hand. Why would Akaito be doing such a thing!? Why!? Why would he hurt himself like that!?
No no no! That was no good.
Meito furrowed his brow as a frown crossed his face, as he walked towards Akaito. Akaito cringed, hoping Meito wouldn't yell at him for committing such an act... because he knew that's what Meito would do.
"What the hell are you doing!?" And, so the yelling began.
But, Meito didn't really want to yell at him. He wanted to know what was wrong...