The Dead Fairytale presents you another dead tale...
Implicated Yuki x Hanajima Friendship
Written on June 8th 2004
"I've reopened a wound.'
It's bleeding, and I can't do anything to stop it. If I wanted to get caught I suppose I could, but who shall be taking chances today? Not I, for it would take up too much of my time and everyone elses. Why bother family and friends of such minor misgivings? Too many assumptions and questions that no one wants to ask or answer. Unless you want to. I suppose I could give you some.
I'm bleeding. I'm dying. Oh dear. It's only a bit of blood. Time shall stop it and time will make you move on. No worries. Old habits die hard you do know."
She blinked slowly and grasped his hand and led him into janitors closet slowly, steadying him as he wobbled. "Yes." She answered as she walked. "They do."
"Shall you be telling anyone about this Miss Hanajima?"
She looked up at him with blank eyes, and chortled- a sound he had never heard out of her mouth. A lovely sound, more musical than anything else in the world that made him wonder where it came from. She closed her eyes and smiled as she rested her head against the small mirror. Then her face quickly resumed the quiet mask. "I'm no Tohru..." She paused as she grabbed a handful of paper towels as he loosened his belt buckle.
She turned and began again in her quiet soothing monotone. "Even if she has left a huge impact in my life- it's no match for the scars left behind from the past." She listlessly lifted up her skirt until it was past the bend in her knee and until it was almost mid-thigh.
He laughed, as he wiped the blood up from his inner thigh. "I never would of thought we would have so much in common."
She brought her skirt down and turned around as he quickly brought his pants back up. "So then I suppose we shall be talking more Sohma-san." She bowed and went to reach for the door, but a hand on her shoulder kept her from leaving.
"Wrists?" He asked. She showed them to him, and he watched bemused. "Ah-" He began to say, but stopped watching her take her finger and placed it in her mouth and suckled on it. When she brought it down (him staring, trying not to miss the way her finger seemed to pause at her bottom lip before she placed it on to her wrist), she traced a line vertical on her wrist and watched as small grooves began to appear. He nodded as if accepting her in a way and lifted his shirt up to reveal his sides littered with small scars.
"Hmm..." She fingered some of the scars on his exposed chest/waist line, as he blushed a light pink. "We should talk..."
He nodded and they exchanged phone numbers, walking in separate ways.
[Authors Notes] A recent spill of events- everyone's cutting- but the ones who do it for remorse only tell each other- the ones who want attention to the whole school. Two people that didn't want people to know go involved- and then some cat fights occurred and dumb crap.