A/N: I'm in a psychotic/angsty mood right now, so I thought I'd kill someone off.
Disclaimer: The world is cruel and unfair…
Velvety Liquid
Kyou Kara Rin
I just can't take it anymore. I can't stand my life. The madness and paranoia is taking over me again. I don't want my precious hikari to get hurt anymore. I've hurt him too much during his life without meaning to, and all to get back at that bastard pharaoh for what he did to me… which he can't even remember. I remember it well. Too well, actually.
That damn pharaoh took my life away from me. He tricked me into meeting him in a dark alleyway. Being a street kid, I should have seen the danger immediately, but I was so scared not to go that I obeyed him. I should have seen that horrible glint in his eyes, but I didn't. I was such a fool then, and I still am now. I should have never let the pharaoh get away clean for what he did to me. He threw me down and ripped my clothes to shreds. Then he tore off his clothes. That's when I realized what was going on, but it was too late. I screamed and I fought, but it was all for nothing. He thrust himself into me, and it was painful. I cried, but I was too weak to stop him. He kept on getting his pleasure out of me, using me as though I was a toy or some cheap, common whore. Then I passed out. That was it. The pharaoh took everything from me in that one instant, and I hate that bastard for it.
If I get drunk one more time, I could do the same thing to poor little Ryou. I love my hikari like a brother or something, and I would never want to stoop to the level that the pharaoh did when he took me. There is only one way to keep me from doing the same thing to Ryou, and that means parting with him forever. I take my dagger from its sheath, and stare at it for a moment. No, I can't do it yet. I grab a pencil and paper from the desk and write a note to him. I leave it on his desk, and stare at him one last time. He's such an angel, and he certainly looks like one when he's asleep. Now I can take the dagger and finish my dirty work.
I make two vertical slices, one on each arm. I literally slit my arm open just now. I lick my own blood, tasting it before I can loose consciousness. Come on, Death, you bastard! Take me! Come on, Anubis! Lead me to the Underworld! I slash my throat in one final attempt to end the misery. The velvety liquid stains my clothing and the rug bright red. I don't care. It will be over soon, anyways. The world is beginning to get fuzzy. Darkness is beginning to overcome me. I'm going now.
Good-bye, Ryou. I'll love you forever, my little brother…
A/N: I feel a lot better now. Review if you want. I don't care.