Comments: Hi everybody! I'm sorry it has taken me soo long to update. I know you've heard it all before…goodness knows I have, but

I had lost all inspiration and had no idea of how to continue. Luckily my muses have awoken and given me a push to start up again. They did decide to inspire me at 1:30AM last, night but I guess since they allowed me to continue this story I won't complain…too loudly…ahem. Anyway…

What Becomes Of Snow

By,

Dreaming Fae

Yuki sighed in quiet misery letting his head fall to the side and his eyes stare blankly at the wall to his right. He felt depression settling in, covering his body like a suffocating blanket he couldn't lift. It was not a new sentiment. Depression was, and always had been, an ever present enemy that lurked despairingly behind every fake smile, ever hidden secret, every carefully crafted mask of cool collectiveness and calm indifference. It caressed his conscious now like an old lover, seeking to devour ( someone ;) ) what little was left of his soul until nothing remained but a dark empty shell. A worthless existence.

He let it settle over him, his fists lowered, his defenses down. He was tired, and he wouldn't fight anymore. Couldn't fight anymore. It was over. Akito had won. And as much as the thought of giving up had always disgusted him, he could almost feel a sense of relief. Relief that perhaps now…now that he had given up…it would be…easier. He let his eyes slip closed a symbol of his defeat.

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Kyo turned form the window his rage now somewhat quieted. He looked at Yuki who was now staring blankly at the wall and felt something unsettling seep into his conscious. He felt his hackles raise, and the small hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Something wasn't right. 'It feels,' he thought strangely and totally irrationally, ' like Death has entered into this room…'

Taking a step closer to the bed he peered more closely at the boy, into the dark violet of the boy's eyes. They looked strange, and yet, the same as he'd seen them every day. Maybe it was because he could now read what it was that lay in their depths, when he never could before that they seemed strange. Dark, hopeless…deadened. He frowned stepping closer.

'Wait a minute…'

But before he could identify to himself what it was that made him feel so on edge, Yuki's eyes slipped closed.

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Comments: I know its short but there's more coming soon…hopefully. Oh and before I forget this chapter is dedicated to all of those of you who have reviewed—thankyou!—and to the Dark Empress. :)