THE BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE
4
Mercy.
Tamaki shook, his hands I could tell would gather sweat soon, if not already. I wanted to snatch the paper from her, although if I were not a stronger man I would have hung that very slip, on the billboard at home, which held the prominent articles of past success stories concerning, scientific studies and the latest advancements in mathematics.
"I will be reporting this within the hour, please see me in the chairmen's office at the end of school, Tamaki I know your father will not be pleased." And with that she rendered the sheet of paper, and curled it into her tiny, scrawny fingers, that resembled spider legs sticking into its victim before sucking it dry. I wanted to murder her, the composer on my face began to fall, I bit my lip in such protest, it wasn't until Tamaki gasped and looked at me with such undying concern, that it would have been more sufficient evidence then the slip with loving doodles, in which I realized the thin trickle of blood running down my lip and off my chin.
"Kyouya?" he murmured, his hand twitching and I wondered why, did he wish to entwine his fingers in mine as I had his, in dreams that I banished every time the thought tiptoed through the pleasure center of my synapses.
"Mr. Otori, please go to the bathroom and clean yourself up." The witch demanded, Tamaki taking such an opportunity to leave this tangled and stressful situation, he turned swiftly in his polished heal, grabbing my sleeve gently and I complied.
"I will see you two in the office after school be sure that you are there. " and with a glare I felt would burn through the wall I now viewed as Tamaki still pulled me down the long and expansive hallway, a drop of cold blood fell from my tensed jaw. The sudden chill as we entered a cornered bathroom felt sweet against the now seething skin that wanted to boil over and render me into a ranting maniac. I tried to calm, tried to settle, it was hard to understand my surroundings now, they blurred with one another, synced with the air, twisted and twirled. I didn't understand this heat, this hot air, why?
"Kyouya, Kyouya, Kyouya." Soft hands went to my face securing it tightly, shooting me tenderly, I could hear again. "Kyouya!" who? "stop!" stop what? I wanted to ask but something hurt, something pulse, my lips? My mouth? No…no my tongue. My tongue throbbed. Why? "Kyouya stop!." I felt those same hands pry my lips apart, the hot red liquid coming from it. "oh Kyouya…" I heard a pittied sigh, as I stared into the brilliant eyes of the host king, of my King.
Shock, something clicked, I heard it I know I did, my hand flying to my mouth in panic as I realized how much emotion I had shown through the wretched organ of skin on skull making the open window that is the face. I made sure on my birth-rite to keep my eyes cool, the window of my thoughts may have been open but the windows to my dark soul would not so much as twitch from a gust of wind, or words.
"Kyouya?" he was stunned, had I shown so much disposition, that I was out of frame, out of cut and order? It was blood, a simple flesh wound brought on about by teeth, I could have just…just… which ever way I looked, I could see I was trying to control my actions and by doing so I had damaged a vital part of my body for making words.
"Its nothing." I replied wiping it on the collar of my dark blue, starched sleeve, the fabric hard against my lips. My tongue twitching as it hit the roof of my mouth, cringing from the air when I parted my jaws to speak again. "Honestly, we should be worried about the consequences soon to follow."
"But how? She has the paper on her person… we could just deny it." He suggested nervously shifting on the balls of his feet, a light clicking sound going off to great the clean walls of the room.
"We can just steal it." I walked to the mirror gazing at the still slightly stained trickle of crimson on my pale chin.
" You should wash that." Tamaki turned on the faucet cold water running from the spout as he took a paper towel from the compartment above our heads, as he slowly wiped away the remains of my incise, his attention focused on nothing more than the supposed pain I was feeling.
I felt nothing.
"I am fine, really." I continued, looking down on him I felt this rush, this heat ,that hit me like brick wall that had doused in a sudden blue flame that could be extinguished if Tamaki would show me such mercy.
Mercy?
I don't need mercy, not from him not my father, my family, my sister and brothers, students, and teachers, Mercy was taboo to me, a sick poison that only damaged the black and hard core I had constructed over years and years of solitude, years and years of numbers and calculation, dumbing the senses down into fragments of tiny crystal shards that I could hide in lock tight chests wrapped in chains. I didn't need Mercy.
Best Friend…
Tamaki.
The warmth turned a notch over reaching levels that could burn and tear. Mercy?
No.
My stomach churned, but I showed nothing, the stabbing pain in my chest. Mercy?
No.
I was on fire, I am on fire. Limbs tingling, fingers numbing tongue throbbing against the back of my teeth. Emotion, emotion, I wished to throw it away to release it from this all to small shell, a forsaken decided to bestow upon human beings. Was this all from those emotions? All of this…this pain?
Mercy?
Yes…
"Tamaki." I said.
"Yes?" he looked.
"Kiss me."
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