Hey…this chapter is short and an outlook of what is going on … I know this may be a bit confusing; but the chapter before was what happened BEFORE Yuriy committed suicide; so yeah…anyways thanks people for reviewing! I am working on a much better chapter so you can understand more of it! Anyways yeah I know this is short but it's just to let you know I ain't dead!
Boris= Brian
Yuriy= Tala
Rei= Ray
[to answer some questions..
Mad and truly insane Sab: thanks! Here I am updating…! Bloody Mary: ^^ it's mostly because of my spelling mistakes x3! Celria: I will be sure to take in mind your suggestions! Pilika-Diethel: gracias, kao.chan, en verdad significa mucho para
mí que me digas eso…! Dudems: thanks for your review and here's another chapter! Matty: arigato *bows*! And last but not least Bryan's girl: yeah… I meant him…now where's my cookie?! xD]
"Yuriy please wake up, Yuriy!" Boris shook the red head in his arms expecting a reply from him and getting none, he had not seen him slit his wrist but he had witnessed how the blood splattered on the green curtain and it had sent a chill up his spine. "is it because of what I did? Is it because i was not loyal to you?" Boris went on giving reasons to why Yuriy might have committed such a thing; however his voice remained as emotion less as always and tears were not even trickling down his pale cheeks. "Yuriy-koi? Wake up! You should not have done that, stupid!" Boris cursed in Russian as he hoisted the red
head in his arms and took a step out of the bloody shower, he dared not to glance back in a slight fear of the crimson liquid that covered the marble walls and floor. "you really did it this time; what the fuck where you thinking?" for once his voice had emotion but not what Yuriy would have expected to hear, it was rage and hatred specially the afore mentioned and it was because how guilty he felt; he could not deny it any longer because as strong as he was his emotional barriers were going to crack sooner or later and what best moment than when his lover laid on his arms…dead. "was this necessary?" he
stopped when he reached the bed which had been theirs for the take for so long and carefully put him down on the silk sheets not caring if there precious cream color would get spoiled by the crimson of the blood Yuriy's wrists spilled. When he placed the red head on the bed he reached for the antique phone and quickly dialed the first number he could think of.
The phone rang once, then twice and soon someone on the other line picked up "Rei here" came the male voice "I need you to come here now" was Boris's only reply before he hung up the phone with no further explanations and dialed the all too famous 911 [1]. it was at the second ring that someone picked up and with out any explanations he gave his address and ordered an ambulance hanging up on the female voice and rushing to the closet to get some clothes on the Russian teen that laid on the bed.
"you know what I hate you" Boris's facial expression back to the same as always as he slowly dressed Yuriy not caring for the stains he had on his own clothes; "I hate the way you dress and I hate the way you talk ! I hate the way you say my name when we are together and I hate your loyalty to me" he paused briefly to get some air " and I hate the way you feel about me! I specially hate you for loving me" his fists tightened before a soft knock was heard on the house's front door. Boris stormed out of the room skipping the steps to the front door and opened it to meet amber eyes, "you called?" was the
Chinese's solemn question as the bloody teen in front of him proceeded to embrace him tightly "something wrong?" he tried to ignore the liquid that covered his lover's [2] strong chest and stroke his hair gently; but no answer came instead he grabbed a hold to his hand and with out closing the door behind him he raced upstairs and only released Rei's hand until they had arrived at the 'crime scene' "what happened here?" the Chinese's voice changed from relaxed to a tense worried one "wait until you see what is next" Boris dragged Rei to the room next door and there he found a pale body with icy blue eyes and fiery red hair "T-Ta-Tala?" he stuttered in shock as another voice came from the door; it was the paramedics and leaving Rei alone Boris raced downstairs to call them up, not answering any questions and only leading them to where Yuriy laid.
"what happened to him?" one of the paramedics question his face in utter shock; he seemed young or perhaps he was a helper or volunteer and the scene was quite spine chilling "he slit his wrists" was Boris's only reply as he wrapped his arms around Rei who embraced him tightly and whispered comforting words to his ear.
tbc~
[1] Did i mention they are living in the USA ?
[2] Hai...unexpected things are heading your way...
Boris= Brian
Yuriy= Tala
Rei= Ray
[to answer some questions..
Mad and truly insane Sab: thanks! Here I am updating…! Bloody Mary: ^^ it's mostly because of my spelling mistakes x3! Celria: I will be sure to take in mind your suggestions! Pilika-Diethel: gracias, kao.chan, en verdad significa mucho para
mí que me digas eso…! Dudems: thanks for your review and here's another chapter! Matty: arigato *bows*! And last but not least Bryan's girl: yeah… I meant him…now where's my cookie?! xD]
"Yuriy please wake up, Yuriy!" Boris shook the red head in his arms expecting a reply from him and getting none, he had not seen him slit his wrist but he had witnessed how the blood splattered on the green curtain and it had sent a chill up his spine. "is it because of what I did? Is it because i was not loyal to you?" Boris went on giving reasons to why Yuriy might have committed such a thing; however his voice remained as emotion less as always and tears were not even trickling down his pale cheeks. "Yuriy-koi? Wake up! You should not have done that, stupid!" Boris cursed in Russian as he hoisted the red
head in his arms and took a step out of the bloody shower, he dared not to glance back in a slight fear of the crimson liquid that covered the marble walls and floor. "you really did it this time; what the fuck where you thinking?" for once his voice had emotion but not what Yuriy would have expected to hear, it was rage and hatred specially the afore mentioned and it was because how guilty he felt; he could not deny it any longer because as strong as he was his emotional barriers were going to crack sooner or later and what best moment than when his lover laid on his arms…dead. "was this necessary?" he
stopped when he reached the bed which had been theirs for the take for so long and carefully put him down on the silk sheets not caring if there precious cream color would get spoiled by the crimson of the blood Yuriy's wrists spilled. When he placed the red head on the bed he reached for the antique phone and quickly dialed the first number he could think of.
The phone rang once, then twice and soon someone on the other line picked up "Rei here" came the male voice "I need you to come here now" was Boris's only reply before he hung up the phone with no further explanations and dialed the all too famous 911 [1]. it was at the second ring that someone picked up and with out any explanations he gave his address and ordered an ambulance hanging up on the female voice and rushing to the closet to get some clothes on the Russian teen that laid on the bed.
"you know what I hate you" Boris's facial expression back to the same as always as he slowly dressed Yuriy not caring for the stains he had on his own clothes; "I hate the way you dress and I hate the way you talk ! I hate the way you say my name when we are together and I hate your loyalty to me" he paused briefly to get some air " and I hate the way you feel about me! I specially hate you for loving me" his fists tightened before a soft knock was heard on the house's front door. Boris stormed out of the room skipping the steps to the front door and opened it to meet amber eyes, "you called?" was the
Chinese's solemn question as the bloody teen in front of him proceeded to embrace him tightly "something wrong?" he tried to ignore the liquid that covered his lover's [2] strong chest and stroke his hair gently; but no answer came instead he grabbed a hold to his hand and with out closing the door behind him he raced upstairs and only released Rei's hand until they had arrived at the 'crime scene' "what happened here?" the Chinese's voice changed from relaxed to a tense worried one "wait until you see what is next" Boris dragged Rei to the room next door and there he found a pale body with icy blue eyes and fiery red hair "T-Ta-Tala?" he stuttered in shock as another voice came from the door; it was the paramedics and leaving Rei alone Boris raced downstairs to call them up, not answering any questions and only leading them to where Yuriy laid.
"what happened to him?" one of the paramedics question his face in utter shock; he seemed young or perhaps he was a helper or volunteer and the scene was quite spine chilling "he slit his wrists" was Boris's only reply as he wrapped his arms around Rei who embraced him tightly and whispered comforting words to his ear.
tbc~
[1] Did i mention they are living in the USA ?
[2] Hai...unexpected things are heading your way...