'It is the end of all hope
To lose the child, the faith
To end all the innocence
To be someone like me
This is the birth of all hope
To have what I once had
This life unforgivin It will end with a birth'
Yuki rushed out of the apartment and out into the downpour, his golden locks becoming soaked almost immediately. He paused for a mere moment of contemplation. Should he go on foot? It may just be easier. He shook the thought as he dashed down the street, almost slipping on the wet concrete in his haste. He wasn't thinking of where he was going, just run, find Shuichi... no why should he be looking for the pink haired brat!? He was the one who messed up his life; he could have been married by now if it weren't for him, although he didn't really want that marriage. This also meant he would be able to work on a book without Shuichi constantly bothering him. He could watch TV without having to see Shuichi there pointing out something. Why should he be running about in the rain to look for such an annoying brat? Why did he even care?
He paused again as he thought about this; he should be at home, sleeping, with no interruptions. Alone in his apartment without Shuichi there to hug him and bug him. He pulled his fingers over his matted gold locks as he glanced about the desolate street. Why was he even out here? Some how... Some how he was glad Shuichi was gone, maybe the kid would find someone else to bother, but no that thought was replaced with one more horrid. What if... what if Shuichi... what if the baka did something stupid in his depressed state? It was painfully clear as to how much the brat loved the novelist; he was sure to think the world of Yuki kicking him out.
'No will to wake for this morn
To see another black rose born
Deathbed is slowly covered with snow'
A heavy raindrop landed on his lips as he went to say something aloud, his tongue danced out across his lips as he turned back to his apartment. It was stupid to be worrying about the kid; he wasn't Yuki's problem now. He was someone else's or he should be someone else's.
'Angels, they fell first but I'm still here
Alone as they are drawing near
In heaven my masterpiece will finally be sung'
Wounded is the deer that leaps highest
And my wound it cuts so deep
Turn off the light and let me pull the plug'
Shuichi closed his eyes for a moment before he slowly pulled himself to his feet. He wiggled out of his wet coat and let it fall to the ground as he glanced around himself. His violet eyes scanned the surrounding park for something till he finally found it. He moved towards it and stooped to pick it up, his fingers curling around the thin top of a poorly discarded wine bottle. "You can always trust the drunks." He whispered this to him self as he lifted the rain filled bottle to eye level. He watched the water ripple in it for a moment, it all seemed so perfect, the way the water moved within the glass, confined yet free to slip away as soon as it got the chance. He squeezed his eyes shut, the rain now beating down on his face as he turned it to the sky. The bottle rose higher, higher still before his wet fingers slipped away from the glass neck one by one and with a loud crash it dropped to the pavement, the sounds of hundreds of pieces scattering drowned out the pounding of the rain for moment. Yuki had kicked him out, like he'd done many times before, only this time it was all different.
'Mandy lion without a face
Death wish without a prayer'
He let himself fall down onto the ground in a sitting position as he peeled off his wet shirt; the thin purple fabric clinging to his body till it was tossed aside like a useless rag. He opened his eyes once more, quickly scanning the mess of glass; the rain had already claimed a few pieces that were swept away in a miniature river on the sidewalk. Thin perfect fingers selected a medium sized piece, his index sliding along the razor sharp edge and barely pressing against the sharp point to draw a small drop of blood that was washed away almost as suddenly as it had appeared. He blinked the rain out of his eyes as he muttered a few words in a chocked voice. "I loved you Yuki, but I was just a foolish baka!" He closed his eyes again, drawing in a deep and painful breath; hopefully, just hopefully it would be his last. Millions of thoughts ran through his head, a small voice begging him to reconsider echoed in the back of his mind but he pulled the glass back till the sharp point was poised over his stomach, rain bouncing off it and hitting his fingers. With a last shove of will his hands acted on their own, he felt the warm trickle of blood caressing his skin long before the pain even sank in, his hands falling away from the blunt end of green glass that was barely even visible in his flesh now.
'End of hope
End of love
End of time'
