A/N: I own nothing, you crazy people.
Crimson
by MintChocolateChip
She chose him.
*swish swish swish*
The world didn't matter anymore. _Nothing_ mattered anymore. He was so sure.. so sure that she felt the same for him as he did for her.
*swish swish swish*
But not for the first time..
*swish swish swish*
..he was wrong.
He stared emotionlessly at his arm, three long deep gashes oozing with crimson liquid. It was comforting, really. The hot blood flowing down his arms sort of.. warmed him. He gripped the blade from a bic razor tightly.. a little too tightly, really. The blade sliced through his hand like a knife. But he didn't feel the pain. He was numb to it. Numb to everything.
Numb to everything except, of course, the boiling pain that lodged deep within the pit of his stomach.
And then he broke. Crystalline tears fell from his mahogany eyes. Silent sobs wrenched themselves from his throat as glistening blood pooled from the gash and fell silently to the ground. He buried his face in his arms, tears mixing with the blood.
Death.
He wanted to die.
Life had no meaning to him anymore. She left him. Left him. Gone.
"Daisuke!"
Slow death. Painful death. He deserved that, right? He was the worthless one, right?
He looked up, blood and tears staining his cheeks. An angel.. an angel with the devil.
"Oh. My. God! Daisuke!"
He didn't even move when they rushed to his side, screaming his name in his ear, crying and shaking him.
But one question.. one question penetrated his clouded mind.
"Why Daisuke? Why did you do this? Why? WHY?!"
He looked up at her, his usually bright face dark. Glassy eyes shone with no emotion.
"Because.. you played me 'kari." His voice didn't tremble, didn't betray the anguish that stirred deep within him. "You pretended to hold some sort of.. _emotion_ for me.. but.. HA!"
"Daisuke.."
"NO!" Passion rose into his voice, and a glimmer of his old self shone into his dark, turbulent eyes. "I thought both of you were my friends!" Before either could make a sound, he leapt to his feet, flinging his torn arm towards them. Blood flowed to his elbow in thick rivulets. He stumbled towards them, only to stop when Hikari shrunk back, eyes filled with tears.
He froze, then stepped away.
"Daisuke.."
"I won't sink down to your level," he hissed, not meeting her gaze. "I wouldn't hurt my friends intentionally. At least, the people who I thought were my friends.."
"Please Daisuke!" Takeru suddenly cried out. "Your arm.."
The redhead, self-proclaimed leader of the Digidestined, looked down, suddenly conscious of the lukewarm blood flowing from the vital veins in his arm. It didn't hurt though. It looked painful, but he felt nothing. He flashed Takeru a crooked smile, a shadow of his old self.
"Maybe I can stop suffering now."
-end
A/N: Wow.. was that depressing or what?
Crimson
by MintChocolateChip
She chose him.
*swish swish swish*
The world didn't matter anymore. _Nothing_ mattered anymore. He was so sure.. so sure that she felt the same for him as he did for her.
*swish swish swish*
But not for the first time..
*swish swish swish*
..he was wrong.
He stared emotionlessly at his arm, three long deep gashes oozing with crimson liquid. It was comforting, really. The hot blood flowing down his arms sort of.. warmed him. He gripped the blade from a bic razor tightly.. a little too tightly, really. The blade sliced through his hand like a knife. But he didn't feel the pain. He was numb to it. Numb to everything.
Numb to everything except, of course, the boiling pain that lodged deep within the pit of his stomach.
And then he broke. Crystalline tears fell from his mahogany eyes. Silent sobs wrenched themselves from his throat as glistening blood pooled from the gash and fell silently to the ground. He buried his face in his arms, tears mixing with the blood.
Death.
He wanted to die.
Life had no meaning to him anymore. She left him. Left him. Gone.
"Daisuke!"
Slow death. Painful death. He deserved that, right? He was the worthless one, right?
He looked up, blood and tears staining his cheeks. An angel.. an angel with the devil.
"Oh. My. God! Daisuke!"
He didn't even move when they rushed to his side, screaming his name in his ear, crying and shaking him.
But one question.. one question penetrated his clouded mind.
"Why Daisuke? Why did you do this? Why? WHY?!"
He looked up at her, his usually bright face dark. Glassy eyes shone with no emotion.
"Because.. you played me 'kari." His voice didn't tremble, didn't betray the anguish that stirred deep within him. "You pretended to hold some sort of.. _emotion_ for me.. but.. HA!"
"Daisuke.."
"NO!" Passion rose into his voice, and a glimmer of his old self shone into his dark, turbulent eyes. "I thought both of you were my friends!" Before either could make a sound, he leapt to his feet, flinging his torn arm towards them. Blood flowed to his elbow in thick rivulets. He stumbled towards them, only to stop when Hikari shrunk back, eyes filled with tears.
He froze, then stepped away.
"Daisuke.."
"I won't sink down to your level," he hissed, not meeting her gaze. "I wouldn't hurt my friends intentionally. At least, the people who I thought were my friends.."
"Please Daisuke!" Takeru suddenly cried out. "Your arm.."
The redhead, self-proclaimed leader of the Digidestined, looked down, suddenly conscious of the lukewarm blood flowing from the vital veins in his arm. It didn't hurt though. It looked painful, but he felt nothing. He flashed Takeru a crooked smile, a shadow of his old self.
"Maybe I can stop suffering now."
-end
A/N: Wow.. was that depressing or what?