Oh So Cold
Part Thirteen: He Could Belong
By: Samsara
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"I don't understand," the guard replied.
Yukito smirked and glanced back at the guard and then at the empty restaurant. There was no one, except them.
"No, no. Of course you don't," Yukito answered calmly. He didn't want to play this game of 20 questions with the guard; he wanted to escape and make everything bad go away. He wanted to go away to where he could belong. The guard sighed and sank into his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Everyone's got problems. Everyone's been embarrassed and sad. Everyone's felt unwanted and cruel," The guard stated. Yuki smirked again.
"Not like my problems,"
"Maybe not but at least they don't run from their problems!" The guard snapped. His eyes burned and Yukito shrank back.
" I'm trying to solve my problems! I can't solve them anyway else!" Yukito cried back.
"What are your problems then?"
Yukito glared at the guard. How were his problems any business of this man's? This guy had no right to just barge in on other's lives! When Yukito didn't respond, the guard slunk back in his seat giving Yuki a knowing sneer.
"I'll bet your problems are minimal. You're probably just another teenage brat who decides he doesn't get everything he wants and runs away to show mommy and daddy that he'll get whatever he wants or else. Yeah, I've seen plenty of kids like you. Conceded, stuck up brats who can't do anything but whine." The guard leered. Yukito blanched at each word, his insides crumbling. Is this what he was? Was he truly that horrible? "You're probably some rich kid from up north. You've probably been the school bully, making fun of cripples and pushing little kids around. Makes you happy, doesn't it? To push someone into cement until they're bleeding and screaming for you to stop. You types are always sadists. You just have to hurt everyone you come in contact with, don't you? Who did you hurt this time? Maybe you're avoiding your parents because you hog-tied your brother and made him sit in a dog house for the afternoon, not even letting him out to use the bathroom so he'd have to sit in his own shit. Maybe you beat him in public, in front of his friends and had others drop pee-bombs on him in school. Maybe -"
"SHUT UP!" Yukito was crying now, his face like snow and his arms and legs trembling. His eyes were clamped shut and his breath harsh and ragged. How could this man torture him? He'd endured enough! He wasn't going to take this any longer. His insides were dying, his heart was screaming and his mind was crashing. Yukito's soul was dying; everything good about him was dying; his will to survive and endure was dying. He was dying. This man was lying - every bone in Yukito's body told him that. This man was wrong! Everyone was wrong, everyone had always been wrong about him! Why didn't anyone see Yukito for who he really was?
"YOU"RE WRONG! EVERYONE IS WRONG!THAT"S NOT THE TRUTH! IT NEVER HAS BEEN!"
The guard looked at Yukito for a moment, before replying.
"Then what is the truth?"
A/L: More coming, I know it's short but It's still coming: I haven't had internet access for awhile, but please review and thank you!
"I don't understand," the guard replied.
Yukito smirked and glanced back at the guard and then at the empty restaurant. There was no one, except them.
"No, no. Of course you don't," Yukito answered calmly. He didn't want to play this game of 20 questions with the guard; he wanted to escape and make everything bad go away. He wanted to go away to where he could belong. The guard sighed and sank into his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Everyone's got problems. Everyone's been embarrassed and sad. Everyone's felt unwanted and cruel," The guard stated. Yuki smirked again.
"Not like my problems,"
"Maybe not but at least they don't run from their problems!" The guard snapped. His eyes burned and Yukito shrank back.
" I'm trying to solve my problems! I can't solve them anyway else!" Yukito cried back.
"What are your problems then?"
Yukito glared at the guard. How were his problems any business of this man's? This guy had no right to just barge in on other's lives! When Yukito didn't respond, the guard slunk back in his seat giving Yuki a knowing sneer.
"I'll bet your problems are minimal. You're probably just another teenage brat who decides he doesn't get everything he wants and runs away to show mommy and daddy that he'll get whatever he wants or else. Yeah, I've seen plenty of kids like you. Conceded, stuck up brats who can't do anything but whine." The guard leered. Yukito blanched at each word, his insides crumbling. Is this what he was? Was he truly that horrible? "You're probably some rich kid from up north. You've probably been the school bully, making fun of cripples and pushing little kids around. Makes you happy, doesn't it? To push someone into cement until they're bleeding and screaming for you to stop. You types are always sadists. You just have to hurt everyone you come in contact with, don't you? Who did you hurt this time? Maybe you're avoiding your parents because you hog-tied your brother and made him sit in a dog house for the afternoon, not even letting him out to use the bathroom so he'd have to sit in his own shit. Maybe you beat him in public, in front of his friends and had others drop pee-bombs on him in school. Maybe -"
"SHUT UP!" Yukito was crying now, his face like snow and his arms and legs trembling. His eyes were clamped shut and his breath harsh and ragged. How could this man torture him? He'd endured enough! He wasn't going to take this any longer. His insides were dying, his heart was screaming and his mind was crashing. Yukito's soul was dying; everything good about him was dying; his will to survive and endure was dying. He was dying. This man was lying - every bone in Yukito's body told him that. This man was wrong! Everyone was wrong, everyone had always been wrong about him! Why didn't anyone see Yukito for who he really was?
"YOU"RE WRONG! EVERYONE IS WRONG!THAT"S NOT THE TRUTH! IT NEVER HAS BEEN!"
The guard looked at Yukito for a moment, before replying.
"Then what is the truth?"
A/L: More coming, I know it's short but It's still coming: I haven't had internet access for awhile, but please review and thank you!