Oh So Cold - Open Eyes
(Part 6)
Yukito fidgeting as soon as the door was closed, and the two men where left alone in the room. The stillness of the room sat upon them, the silence acting like water drowning out all animation. Yukito refused to look at Touya, and Touya simply sat down across from the boy. The dim light spread across the wall the bed lay against, making the bed illuminate.
"Where to begin? It's not the easiest thing, asking your best friend why he tried to kill himself," Touya thought to himself, leaning back in the hospital chair. His clenched fists wound around the arm rests, the plastic nearly melting under the pressure. His teeth relaxed slightly as he walked clumsily over to the bed. Yukito frantically shut his eyes and turned his jaw the other way.
"Yuki-kun," Touya's words came out as a mere exhale of breath; his trembling lips barely catching the words and processing them.
"Yuki, I don't understand,"
The statement was not answered. If anything, Yukito's eyes compressed together even more, until you couldn't even see his eyelids.
"You were always so happy," Touya commented slowly. His chin was pressed against his chest in embarrassment and his left arm was raised above his head.
"Do not tell me what I am and what I am not," Yukito snapped back. Touya jumped at the words and stepped back. Never had such language come from Yuki's mouth!
"I'm not trying to," Touya replied resolutely, his jaw set firm.
"Just shut up and go away!" Yukito cried back. A feral growl muttered from Touya as he leaned back against the wall.
"No. Not until I understand, "
"Understand what? There's nothing to understand! You should've been happy!" Yukito shrieked. He forced himself to the top corner of the bed and had woven his limbs into a tangled mess of sheets and blanket. His eyes were shut and his arms drew his shaking legs to his chest, which was heaving up and down. Yukito was still not fully recovered, and this argument was not so good an exercise.
"Is... Is that what you think?! Why the fuck should I have been happy with my best friend drowning in his own blood!? Aren't I more than that to you!? Did, did you not trust me enough to tell me you were suffering?" Touya spit his words out with a sharp, direct crispness.
"You don't care about anything I say, so why do you start caring now? Afraid you might get mocked at school? Afraid people will think you're hanging out with a *loony*?" Yukito's words stung. Their raw burn hit Touya straight in the heart, the untruthfulness nipping in his chest.
"That's not true! I do want to hear what you have to say!"
"No, no, you don't! Whenever I try to add in on a conversation, no one even acknowledges what I've said or cares. You never even try to talk to me about anything anyways,"
"Yukito..." Touya started, exasperated.
"No. Just, Just get out! GET OUT!!" Yukito yelled at Touya, his eyes brimming with tears. Yukito yanked the sheets up in an effort to conceal his tears, but they were heard.
"Please," Yukito whispered.
Touya leaned over the bed and placed his hands on either side of Yuki.
"I will be back," There was no question in his voice. With that being said, Touya left the room; frustrated and more disturbed than he had been when he first entered the room.
A/N: Such a nice conversation... short again, but I guess it's a habit with this story. I know that Yukito may come off as being a little out of character, but nobody acts like them self when they want to die. Trust me on this. ^. -
Yukito fidgeting as soon as the door was closed, and the two men where left alone in the room. The stillness of the room sat upon them, the silence acting like water drowning out all animation. Yukito refused to look at Touya, and Touya simply sat down across from the boy. The dim light spread across the wall the bed lay against, making the bed illuminate.
"Where to begin? It's not the easiest thing, asking your best friend why he tried to kill himself," Touya thought to himself, leaning back in the hospital chair. His clenched fists wound around the arm rests, the plastic nearly melting under the pressure. His teeth relaxed slightly as he walked clumsily over to the bed. Yukito frantically shut his eyes and turned his jaw the other way.
"Yuki-kun," Touya's words came out as a mere exhale of breath; his trembling lips barely catching the words and processing them.
"Yuki, I don't understand,"
The statement was not answered. If anything, Yukito's eyes compressed together even more, until you couldn't even see his eyelids.
"You were always so happy," Touya commented slowly. His chin was pressed against his chest in embarrassment and his left arm was raised above his head.
"Do not tell me what I am and what I am not," Yukito snapped back. Touya jumped at the words and stepped back. Never had such language come from Yuki's mouth!
"I'm not trying to," Touya replied resolutely, his jaw set firm.
"Just shut up and go away!" Yukito cried back. A feral growl muttered from Touya as he leaned back against the wall.
"No. Not until I understand, "
"Understand what? There's nothing to understand! You should've been happy!" Yukito shrieked. He forced himself to the top corner of the bed and had woven his limbs into a tangled mess of sheets and blanket. His eyes were shut and his arms drew his shaking legs to his chest, which was heaving up and down. Yukito was still not fully recovered, and this argument was not so good an exercise.
"Is... Is that what you think?! Why the fuck should I have been happy with my best friend drowning in his own blood!? Aren't I more than that to you!? Did, did you not trust me enough to tell me you were suffering?" Touya spit his words out with a sharp, direct crispness.
"You don't care about anything I say, so why do you start caring now? Afraid you might get mocked at school? Afraid people will think you're hanging out with a *loony*?" Yukito's words stung. Their raw burn hit Touya straight in the heart, the untruthfulness nipping in his chest.
"That's not true! I do want to hear what you have to say!"
"No, no, you don't! Whenever I try to add in on a conversation, no one even acknowledges what I've said or cares. You never even try to talk to me about anything anyways,"
"Yukito..." Touya started, exasperated.
"No. Just, Just get out! GET OUT!!" Yukito yelled at Touya, his eyes brimming with tears. Yukito yanked the sheets up in an effort to conceal his tears, but they were heard.
"Please," Yukito whispered.
Touya leaned over the bed and placed his hands on either side of Yuki.
"I will be back," There was no question in his voice. With that being said, Touya left the room; frustrated and more disturbed than he had been when he first entered the room.
A/N: Such a nice conversation... short again, but I guess it's a habit with this story. I know that Yukito may come off as being a little out of character, but nobody acts like them self when they want to die. Trust me on this. ^. -