My Addiction

Chapter Four

Momiji awoke the next morning to a dull ache in his lower back and backside. He was under the soft, warm covers of Haru's bed and could feel the ox's body pressed flush against his own but the young rabbit felt completely the opposite. He felt used. He HAD been used. Haru was using him as a replacement for his drugs.

Yet, Momiji didn't mind. He was being useful, helping his best friend, his secret crush overcome a massive problem. Maybe something would come out of this…

Momiji was beginning to feel smothered, he couldn't breathe, he needed to get away. As quietly and carefully as he could, Momiji slipped out of bed and dressed, trying not to wake Haru. When he was done he crept across the room, scooping his shoes up along that way and slowly opened the door. He turned back to take one last look at the boy in the bed, his heart wrenching and tears forming in his eyes, before he turned and ran, letting the door close behind him.

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Haru rolled over, groaning as the sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains. He tightened his grip on Momiji, burying his nose in the smaller boy's golden locks…

The ox's eyes flew open and he shot up, gazing down in the bed next to him where the rabbit should be. But the space was empty and cold, telling him Momiji had been gone for a long time.

Haru brought his legs up to his chest and buried his face in his knees. He could tell things had changed between himself and Momiji, changed for the worse and he hated himself for it.

Needing to take his mind off of things, Haru threw the covers away from himself and climbed out of bed. Shaking with the need to get high, he stumbled into the living room, fell to his knees and shoved the sofa out of the way, wincing at the squeaking sound it made on the wooden floor. Not caring about the pain or the fact that they were red raw and bleeding by the end of it, the desperate ox forced his fingers into the small gap between and couple of loose boards and hauled them up, throwing them aside where they landed heavily and noisily a few feet away. Haru plunged his hand into the gap beneath and felt around until he found the carrier bag containing his drugs. He pulled them out and threw himself onto the sofa, desperately ripping through the plastic and emptying the content into his lap.

'Maybe… maybe…' Haru's scrambled mind managed to put together as he picked up a full syringe and took the cap off. With a badly shaking hand he pressed the needle to the pulsing vein on the inside of his arm. 'Maybe if I do this M'iji will come back.'

He knew this was unlikelt, knew that after what he had done the chance of his best friend, his only true friend, the one he loved more than anything… the chance of Momiji ever coming near him again were close to zero…

But it was worth a try.

BANG!!

The front door was blown open with such force it hit the wall, splintering and denting. Haru jumped his hand slipping and his precious drug squirting all over the sofa. His desperately wide eyes shot to the door and became impossibly wider. He froze, dropping the empty syringe and began to shake again, uncontrollably and with pure fear this time.

Standing in the doorway, a dark shadowy figure against the bright morning light was Akito.

Yeah it's another short chapter.... sorry

To make it up to you i'll put the next chapter up in 1 week instead of 2