Ch 3 A Doubtful Decision

Kyouhei's Pov

The bastard's name was Shun Hiroyama. He was the son of auntie's new boyfriend and just to make my life more of a living hell, he had to stay in the same mansion… with us… with me… and with... Sunako.

We were all in the living room getting all friendly and acquainted with the creep while I was suffering, on the verge of pure insanity as I listened to the amount of garbage pouring out of THAT guy's mouth like a waterfall.

I sneered at Shun, as I did so I noticed a dark figure in the background. I stared harder and found my raven haired beauty, the only girl who could make my heart stop and quicken all at the same time with just one meaningless glance.

I don't know when or how I developed these feelings but it's clear that they just won't go away on their own. So I guess… this is what you would call love? But why would she try to save a guy like him? I just don't get it...

I kept looking at her; she watched Shun's every move and gesture so intensely. Suddenly, I felt a burning pain in my chest that I'd never felt before.

I watched and noticed that there was something about the look in her eyes that made my stomach turn and I felt completely repulsed. That feeling was also mixed with pain, betrayal, sorrow and hatred.

I kept staring at her, even harder than before. Does she actually like that bastard?

I clenched my hands into fists, my nails dug into my palms so hard that I could feel the flesh starting to split and bruise within seconds.
Was this what people call jealousy? No... I refuse to stoop to that idiotic, love sickened level.

I watched as Sunako quietly walked into the kitchen; I decided that this was my only chance to find out.

Sunako's Pov

'I'm alright. I'm not scared and I'm not shaking' I told myself over and over as I gripped the kitchen counter trying to be all tough, but the truth was that my whole body was shaking so bad that if I had stayed in the living room any longer I would have passed out.

Why did Kyouhei have to see me like that? And why did he look so upset?

The image of Kyouhei's face kept appearing in my head like a subliminal message and each time I saw his pained face I felt even guiltier. Then suddenly Shun's face appeared in my thoughts without any warnings, I quickly put my hand over my mouth, trying not to throw up. Then I heard someone walk up from behind me.

"So you are the type of girl who goes kissing random guys? Who would have guessed?" Kyouhei said, smiling from behind me.

I felt anger and heat rise to my face and all guilt and remorse disappeared.

I frowned, stood up straight and began to swiftly walk past him not wanting to hear his snappy insults in my pitiful position. "That's none of your business," I said bitterly before he grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards him.

He let out a small chuckle then brought his face closer to mine. "How about you give me one too? What's once more with me, right? It shouldn't be a problem," he whispered. I cracked a nervous smile.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked unsure. He leaned in closer, our lips were only millimetres apart, his warm and foreign breath brushing against my pale skin.

"Try me," he breathed.

I started to tense up like a scared cat but just before his lips meet mine. I shoved him away and rushed to the sink where I let out all the sick feelings I felt before.

I heard Kyouhei chuckling again softly but bitter, then a bit louder as I gripped onto the counter once more, feeling stupid and embarrassed. "So I guess you only kiss that guy..." he said darkly with a trace of hurt.

That's not it! I wanted to say but the words wouldn't leave my lips. "Or..." he continued, his eyes shining with hidden evil, "Maybe if I call you 'that' you will," he thought out loud, laughing.

He started to approach me again with a morbid smirk on his face as he touched the ends of my jet-black hair.

"What's wrong? Aren't I right? Or did I upset you again, ugl-"

I didn't let him finish the word before my hand swiftly flew across his face, leaving a red mark on his fair skin. "Screw you!" I yelled, clenching my hand into a fist. "Do you have any idea what that word even means to me?" I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

There was a long pause as he stared blankly at me, then he simply, darkly uttered, "Of course I do and that's why I said it."

That last sentence hit me deep into my stomach. It felt like a great gaping wound, the endless pain gradually eating away the last drops of life you have left. This wasn't one of our normal fights this was something much more violent and for the first time I was at a loss for words.

I threw him to the ground, "I hate you so much! Why can't you just leave me alone!" I screamed raising my voice to a tone I never knew I had.

"Because I can't," I barely heard him whisper.

At that moment I could just feel something inside me beginning to crumble into invisible pieces as I replayed the moment that single word escaped from his mouth in my head as I walked down the halls that were lit by the setting citric sun over the horizon.

'Why do I care so much that he said that? Why was he acting so serious?'

'Is it him who can't leave me alone or is it really me who can't leave him?'

I kept walking haphazardly down the halls until someone once again pulled my arm. And for a happy little moment I thought it was Kyouhei about to apologise but then the person roughly twisted my arm behind my back, making me cry out in pain.

"Wow, you and your boyfriend are so caring towards each other," he laughed sarcastically. "I'm jealous," he hissed into my ear, malice and evil dripping off each word like poison from a bloodied knife.

"Shun..." I trailed off trying to hold in my cries of pain so nobody would hear them. He gripped my hair tightly then pulled my head back so my face was somewhat facing his smiling one… upside down.

I tried to speak but the horrible pain from my scalp and arm rippled throughout my body and it kept me from forming a proper sentence, and he knew this very well.

"Yes, Sunako, what is it?" he purred, he played along just to make me suffer from my vocal difficulties. I held back a small cry as he pulled harder and I uttered a simple but deadly, "let... go," clenching teeth together.

"Where's the please?" he snickered.

'Got to hell bastard, you don't deserve one!' is what I wanted to say but I clenched my fists and managed to get out a feeble sounding, "please?"

He sighed then gripped tighter. "Hmm, Sunako I don't know. Maybe if you give me something," he said, sighing in fake pity.

I nodded my head quickly, I wanted this pain to end! He smiled wider and twisted my arm again, so hard that I could almost feel the bone about to give out and snap. I cried out. He placed his hand over my mouth to seal my cries. With his other hand he stroked through my hair roughly and put a finger to his lips, "not too loud or I'll give you something to scream about."

"So, are you going to except my deal?" He asked once more in a hushed tone. "Or do you want me to have a talk to your boyfriend?"

He wrenched my arm one more time before allowing my limp body to collapse on the floor. Shun stooped in front of me with an amused look on his face. I stared back at him fearfully. He took my hands then pinned them hardly against the wall," now, kiss me like you were going to do with your boyfriend," he said, soft but threatening.

Just before our lips met, I heard footsteps. I glanced above Shun's head and saw Kyouhei about to pass us by. Without saying a word, without looking my way, without helping me, without calling my name or to tell me he didn't want to leave me alone.

I closed my eyes, holding back these unwanted and unknown tears. Then I heard his footsteps stop. I opened my eyes and saw he was standing right in front of me. "Was it that sickening to kiss me?" he whispered in an almost inaudible voice that made me wonder if he had said it in the first place.

I wanted to speak but I couldn't seem to muster any courage to do so. I just ended up staring at him as he glared hatefully, no… not hatred… more like… disappointment. He was disappointed, I disappointed him… I watched him turn away from us.

"You really are an ugly girl, Sunako," he chuckled in a forced teasing tone before walking slowly back down the halls.

"Looks like you boyfriend is pissed," Shun mocked, he stopped chuckling and looked at me closely. "Are you shaking?" he asked, clenching his teeth.

"I-I..." I began to say quietly.

"You what?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't understand!" I cried, feeling so dizzy that my vision was moving almost as fast as my thoughts. Everything in my vision darkened even though it was still afternoon.

The next moment I found myself laying on the cold floor that I had once walked on, gasping for air, the world around spun around me… and turned completely black.

I heard a voice in my head, calling my name. I opened my eyes and found that I was being held by Kyouhei. I felt warm and loved.

His face was close to mine, like he was about to kiss me. But he was smiling so sadly that I felt all the happiness from being embraced by him slowly drain away from me the longer I gazed at him.

I felt an incredible urge to press my lips against his. I couldn't stop the thought. It was almost like instinct or destiny. I closed my eyes and leaned in slowly but then I felt liquid drip down my cheeks.

'Tears?'

I opened my eyes but he was already gone. The tears weren't from him but from my very own eyes.

"Ugly," his voice echoed from out of the darkness.

"Wait!" I called but every time I took a step further it seemed her taking one back. I collapsed and realized that it was all hopeless. I started to break out into deep sobs. "Please, please Kyouhei don't hate me," I cried. And in my mind I heard a small sorry in response.

I felt my heart cracking into unfixable pieces. I looked out into the darkness and saw a figure. "Wait, please!

Kyouhei I lov-" I tried to say but once again I was reaped from my voice. I cried out in utter frustration and sadness. I felt completely lifeless and empty inside.

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I woke up to find myself back in my own room, in my own bed. The only thing that remained from my confusion filled dream was the tears that ran in tragic rivulets down my broken face.

"Why?" I cried to the ceiling.

I looked sadly around the room then towards the doorway, where I saw Kyouhei standing there and I sat up hoping beyond hopes that he would forgive me and hold me and make me feel like I was truly wanted. I jumped off the bed and raced over to the figure that was Kyouhei, but it seems even that was my imagination as he disappeared as soon as I reached him. I threw myself to the floor and curled up into a tight, little ball.

Even in my mind he wants nothing to do with me. So here I was stuck trying to imagine myself in his arms once more. I longed for his warm touch, the touch that lingers on my skin and sends sparks of electricity through my veins.

What good am I, if I desperately need him by my side to survive?

A/N sorry 4 taking 2 long to update but i had $hit to do (not literally :P) but anyways heres chapter three after blood sweat and tears. also i would like to thank my awesome editor vampreannadanser for fixing up my grammatically challenged work so it shall hurt you no more (it's also thanks to her that this story was able to proceed (yay! :D .) also you could also check out her stories (there are no errors) so that would be nice but anyways please read and review so i could get my inspiration back to finish this story after so long.