TT: I wanna thank my two reviewers, and apologies if I mess the story up now.
Oh, and I don't like the topic of self-harm either, Akaiciel. I can't believe I'm doing this!!
*points to her freaky little brother* It's all his fault!
I'll go hide behind my bed until this entire fic is over.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. That belongs to the gaint plot bunny living in my closet.
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"Hey Kai, why is there blood on the bathroom floor?" Ray asked his garnet-eyed teammate as he walked out of the bathroom, running a brush through his long hair.
Kai felt his pulse quicken for a moment. He'd let the blood drip onto the floor, how could he be so stupid?! There was no way he could let the others find out. He would _not_ show weakness in front of the others.
Ray was waiting patiently for an answer. Was that concern in his eyes? No, no one had ever been concerned about him, why would they start now?
"I accidentally cut myself on a razor." Kai's voice was calm, but inside he was praying that Ray would just let the subject drop. He didn't want this discussion to go on any more than it had to.
Ray was slightly surprised, Kai had actually given him an answer other than 'hnn' And 'not your business'! Someone get out the record books. "You want me to have a look at it?" Ray walked over to Kai, who turned away stubbornly.
"I'm fine." Now that was much more of a Kai answer. Knowing better than to push his luck, Ray just shrugged.
"Alright. I was just concerned." Ray paused, waiting to see if Kai would reply.
Instead, the two-tone haired blader just growled, "Leave me alone." And left the room, going to who-knows-where.
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Kai stalked along the streets, glaring at the pavement at his feet. Who could Ray say he was concerned? About him!? Probably the only person in the world who cared for no one!
Ray just couldn't be concerned. No one had ever cared about him in the past, and people certainly weren't going to start now.
Why would anyone care, anyway? Its not like he cared for anyone else. Emotions were a weakness, after all. Caring about anyone but yourself would just slow you down; result in you getting hurt eventually.
So why would Ray say he cared?
'Arg!' Kai mentally screamed in frustration and kicked a rock into the gutter. Another question, another thought to add to his confusion. Threatening to drive him insane.
And, much to Kai's horror, an image of the knife, dripping with blood came to mind. But at the same time it horrified him, it chased away the emotions tearing at him. For the time being at least.
And, despite what Kai thought, he still found himself thinking about it, about how cutting himself had eased the feelings that were destroying his mental defenses.
To his dismay, another thought entered his mind. And no matter how hard he tried; he couldn't seem to shake it. 'Maybe…'
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Kai growled at Ray, leaping off the bed and stalking out the door with an air of anger and frustration.
Ray sighed in irritation, staring after him. What did he do this time? Why did the other blader have to be so hard to figure out?
Why the heck did he insist on pushing everyone away, anyhow?
Ray answered his own question, 'Because he's Kai.' The thought made him smile. Who was he kidding, Kai was Kai, and nothing could change that. There was no point getting angry, it wouldn't do any good.
And to be quite honest, Ray didn't think he'd survive the heart attack if Kai did suddenly change and open up or act cheerful.
Ray's eyes spotted something glint on the ground. He vaguely recalled the object falling out of Kai's pocket as he left.
Ray walked to the door and opened it, hoping that Kai was still nearby.
"Kai, you dropped something!" Ray called, but got no reply from the other teen. No sign he was still in the building. Ray shook his head and picked the object off the floor where it had fallen.
As soon as he saw what it was, his breath caught in his throat. He made a slight choking sound in shock and distress. Surely he was dreaming. Ray prayed that it wasn't real, but he knew it was.
In his hand sat the dagger, all of it, from the tip of the blade to the dark stone in its handle was lightly coated with fresh, slightly dripping blood.
Oh, and I don't like the topic of self-harm either, Akaiciel. I can't believe I'm doing this!!
*points to her freaky little brother* It's all his fault!
I'll go hide behind my bed until this entire fic is over.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. That belongs to the gaint plot bunny living in my closet.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey Kai, why is there blood on the bathroom floor?" Ray asked his garnet-eyed teammate as he walked out of the bathroom, running a brush through his long hair.
Kai felt his pulse quicken for a moment. He'd let the blood drip onto the floor, how could he be so stupid?! There was no way he could let the others find out. He would _not_ show weakness in front of the others.
Ray was waiting patiently for an answer. Was that concern in his eyes? No, no one had ever been concerned about him, why would they start now?
"I accidentally cut myself on a razor." Kai's voice was calm, but inside he was praying that Ray would just let the subject drop. He didn't want this discussion to go on any more than it had to.
Ray was slightly surprised, Kai had actually given him an answer other than 'hnn' And 'not your business'! Someone get out the record books. "You want me to have a look at it?" Ray walked over to Kai, who turned away stubbornly.
"I'm fine." Now that was much more of a Kai answer. Knowing better than to push his luck, Ray just shrugged.
"Alright. I was just concerned." Ray paused, waiting to see if Kai would reply.
Instead, the two-tone haired blader just growled, "Leave me alone." And left the room, going to who-knows-where.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Kai stalked along the streets, glaring at the pavement at his feet. Who could Ray say he was concerned? About him!? Probably the only person in the world who cared for no one!
Ray just couldn't be concerned. No one had ever cared about him in the past, and people certainly weren't going to start now.
Why would anyone care, anyway? Its not like he cared for anyone else. Emotions were a weakness, after all. Caring about anyone but yourself would just slow you down; result in you getting hurt eventually.
So why would Ray say he cared?
'Arg!' Kai mentally screamed in frustration and kicked a rock into the gutter. Another question, another thought to add to his confusion. Threatening to drive him insane.
And, much to Kai's horror, an image of the knife, dripping with blood came to mind. But at the same time it horrified him, it chased away the emotions tearing at him. For the time being at least.
And, despite what Kai thought, he still found himself thinking about it, about how cutting himself had eased the feelings that were destroying his mental defenses.
To his dismay, another thought entered his mind. And no matter how hard he tried; he couldn't seem to shake it. 'Maybe…'
~*~*~*~*~*~
Kai growled at Ray, leaping off the bed and stalking out the door with an air of anger and frustration.
Ray sighed in irritation, staring after him. What did he do this time? Why did the other blader have to be so hard to figure out?
Why the heck did he insist on pushing everyone away, anyhow?
Ray answered his own question, 'Because he's Kai.' The thought made him smile. Who was he kidding, Kai was Kai, and nothing could change that. There was no point getting angry, it wouldn't do any good.
And to be quite honest, Ray didn't think he'd survive the heart attack if Kai did suddenly change and open up or act cheerful.
Ray's eyes spotted something glint on the ground. He vaguely recalled the object falling out of Kai's pocket as he left.
Ray walked to the door and opened it, hoping that Kai was still nearby.
"Kai, you dropped something!" Ray called, but got no reply from the other teen. No sign he was still in the building. Ray shook his head and picked the object off the floor where it had fallen.
As soon as he saw what it was, his breath caught in his throat. He made a slight choking sound in shock and distress. Surely he was dreaming. Ray prayed that it wasn't real, but he knew it was.
In his hand sat the dagger, all of it, from the tip of the blade to the dark stone in its handle was lightly coated with fresh, slightly dripping blood.
