Super duper…loooong wait, gomen for that! Thanks for those who reviewed, man, thanks. Dedicated to Angel, who is mad at me right now. Sorry so much, but still, I'm telling you, he's such an ass. I swear I've never lied to you, ever.

Ok, this chapter might be short, and it sort of deviates from the Sakuragi is going to kill some people thing. A sort of inside look on the issue. It's actually a flashback.

Arg…I still write like a girl. Don't laugh but I've had that problem since birth. Unless they see me, they think I'm from the female side. Totally off man.

Some people asked me if this is going to be a yaoi fic. It might, but I'm still not reconciled to the idea of a man going for another man. It makes me look at my friends funny.

Hail to Dr. T who made Slam Dunk.

Chapter 2: Lies

            White. The color of the sheets that seemed to mock me unendingly. The sheets blinded me with its false purity where underneath lurked the stench of death, filling my nostrils with its putrid fumes. Hospitals were supposed to save lives. This one didn't.

            Hanamichi stared at those immaculately clean walls as doctors tried to bring the life back into the limp body of his father. Outside, tears had dried up already and he was facing the inevitable truth that his old man was already dead. Inside, he clung desperately to the hope that his father would miraculously revive and go home with him as if nothing had happened.

            It seemed easier to let other people think that he blamed the hospital or those highschoolers who prevented him from saving his Oyaji. At least they won't pester him with questions like, "Are you okay?" or "How are you feeling?"  He hated it when people patronized him and showered him with fake sentiments. After his father's death, he totally realized how alone a person really was in this world. No one could ever understand him, except himself.

            He knew that the dagger of guilt never stopped twisting itself into his heart, reminding him constantly of what he had allowed. It buried itself deeper into those fragile muscles, embedding the sin of murder. It's as if every heartbeat screamed, "Killer! Die!" But he felt that somehow, if he inflicted pain on those people, the guilt would haunt him less and maybe he would be brought closer to redemption.

            Redemption…It's too late for me now. The only way to avenge my father's death would be to…Hanamichi gazed at the blade, enchanted by its mysterious glint. The soft shimmer of steel attracted him in some sort of twisted way, as if it called to him to press it to his soft, smooth skin to let loose a warm torrent of blood. Yes, you are responsible…do it and end you misery…You couldn't even save your father, why bother saving yourself?

            He winced as the blade cut through his skin, and even more as it sliced his vein. Hanamichi stared at the crimson flood staining the floor and his clothes. He felt it rush out from his hand taking with it his strength and his will to live. Looking up to the skies from his window, he prayed to his father, "Wait for me…"

To be continued…

            I know, cliffhanger. But the next chapter will totally decide if it's yaoi. The first chapter's continuation will be on the 4th or 5th one, coz I started with the end. So it's going to take a while for you to know whether he beats the hell out of those asses or not. Much like this feeling of mine to punch a guy in the face (you reading this Angel?)

            I would totally appreciate your reviews once again. Flames are totally fine. Just don't post severe profanities.