At last, I'm back! Well, it depends if I'm in the mood to update this story *shrugs*
Chapter 11: So Fine
Eijun laid in Miyuki's bed silently as he waited for the male to return. He held a bloody knife between his thighs, evidence of his previous murder. His fingers were trembling, flashbacks of the terrified faces nearing death racing through his head.
The door to the room opened. Miyuki walked in, removing his cloak. He leaned against the wall, noticing the brunette staring into space. "Eijun. Did you do what I asked?"
The first year revealed his knife, nodding. "Yes."
The bespectacled man cringed. "With that much blood, I think you overdid it for a rookie."
"Really? I don't think so. I had fun."
"You're growing. Someday, you'll reach my level of evilness and then–"
"Miyuki, did you use to have a lover?"
The murderer paused mid-sentence, his mouth agape. "Why are you asking me this?"
Eijun clenched the sheets to his chest. "Because … every time you yell at me, you always rant about losing someone and never getting them back. I'm curious and I want answers."
Miyuki closed his eyes. "That does not concern you."
"YES IT DOES! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LOVE YOU IF SOMEONE ELSE ALREADY HAD THAT CHANCE?! I NEED TO KNOW SO I COULD LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE LAST PERSON!"
The hazel eyed man sat on the bed and pulled the teen's face close to his, gritting his teeth. "Watch your fucking mouth. Who the hell do you think you're raising your voice at? Here's my question: why do you need to love me? It's not like I'm special or anything."
The brunette grabbed the latter's shoulders, weakly smiling. "I don't need to. I want to. I can't stand the idea of you being lonely. Despite the fact that you're a killer, you're human on the inside. And humans need someone to be with. They don't like being lonely. So please, tell me–"
" … Don't act like you know my pain," Miyuki muttered bitterly. "I lost everything I could possibly have. It slipped right between my fingers. Yeah, you might've lost your family for years but … but … it barely comes close to what I've been through."
Eijun squeezed Miyuki's shoulders harder, gulping. "I'm trying to help you. Just answer my question. Were you in love before?"
The bespectacled man closed his eyes, exhaling roughly. "Yes. I don't want to talk about it. It's none of your concern."
"Okay." The first year stood up and wiped his bloody hands on a towel, tossing it back to the floor. He snatched his bag and headed out, making his way downstairs.
The front door closed.
"Kazuya, why aren't you listening to me?" Kuramochi asked, pouting. "The only way to forget about me is to fall in love with Sawamura."
Miyuki shook his head. "No, Youichi. I don't want to fall in love. I love Eijun, but I don't want to accept it. I want you."
"Impossible. I'm gone. Remember?"
"That's what's breaking me. You're not here. I want to keep loving you forever until the day I die. I just can't risk it."
The former shortstop rose a brow. "Risk what?"
Miyuki covered his eyes, his body shaking. "I don't want the same thing to happen again. Falling in love … and then losing that person the very next second. I can't love Eijun the exact way I did to you."
"Why not?"
"Because! I'm afraid of being lonely all over again! I've gone through it my entire life! Two years ago when you died … that was the worst. I don't want to blame Eijun for my sadness if he dies also."
Kuramochi's face softened. "It'll be okay," he stated reassuringly, disappearing into the darkness. "Just try to move on. Make Sawamura your new lover and everything will work out fine. So fine."
Ah, the writer's block for this story is so deep! Guess I'll have to stick to Abandoned for a while *sighs*
