One Year
'Kyo's feet slapped hard against the cold wood of the halls, hearing the ambulances' piercing sirens streak the air made him scream and cry just as loud. He felt he was trapped; he couldn't run from what had happened. "No...!! No, no, NOO!!" Kyo shook his head, crying into his hands. "Noo...!" He slid down to the floor, and he felt the hard stares of others surrounding him, "I...I didn't mean to kill her...please, forgive me!!! I didn't mean to...!" and with that, his piercing screams were waged down by the hollers of doctors shouting 'She's dead! She's dead!''
The nightmare flashed before Kyo's eyes as he tried to awaken from the horrible tragedy he had to face as a child. Tohru...wanted to reach him? Why him? Why was he special..? All he was was a thrown out waste cat that was treated like it deserved to be treated...horrible. All he was, was a lonely coward, hiding in the shadows from his dark past, hiding from anyone's help or comfort. His mom shot herself...all because of Kyo's dark side, dark past...but why would she do such a thing? Why? Everyone blamed it on him...behind hands they'd whisper cruel words as Kyo walked past, trying to fit in and act normal. But his beads...
Told the truth about him anyways
Kyo brushed a hand through his ginger hair, staring blankly out into the starlit night. How long had he slept? About the rest of the night since he came into his room? He sneaked out of his room, and looked around the halls, feeling the eerie emotion of silence drape over him. He shook off the chills that ran up his spine, thankful that the rain had stopped. He felt a little less nauseated but still had a sick feeling in his gut.
Looking around for any extra food, Kyo's feet stopped infront of Tohru's bedroom. He heard her soft voice, murmuring words into the night. The door was slightly open ,and Kyo peeked through the crack.
"...may the angels be with Kyo on this night...mom, can you please watch over him for me? Him and Yuki...and Shigure...but Kyo, because he's been hurt lately...for a reason I can't find...but help me reach him, mom...so tell all those angels up there to look over him please? Amen." She said closing her prayer.
What's this? What's this liquid that seemed to escape his eyes and roll down his cheeks? Was he crying...? Was he? Kyo did cry...but not infront of people or by what people say. Only...by his inner storm and inner demon that he must control. Kyo felt himself whimper, felt his heart fall into the words that Tohru prayed: 'May the angels be with Kyo tonight...' She prayed...for him. She cared...for him. She stood up to Yuki, throwing away a chunk of a good relationship...just for Kyo's sake.
Kyo noticed the way as Tohru's hair brushed her cheek as she turned to the door, hearing Kyo's soft whimpers. Kyo's hand found the edge of the door and he slid it open all the way, staring at her, tears never ending. "You...you just...prayed for me..."
Tohru blinked, and her cheeks grew a scarlet color, "Oh...Kyo...I didn't see you there..." lacing her fingers together and bringing her clasped hands to her chest, "Are...you okay? You're crying."
"You...prayed...for ME?" Tears never ended, reflecting Kyo's inner emotion: hopefulness, confusion, sadness...and love.
"Kyo...I always pray for you...every night...I pray to my mom, and the Lord, I can tell that you're always uncomfortable...so I ask for your comfort, and ask for your protection..." Tohru smiled in her bright serene way, "I...really care about you Kyo..."
Kyo closed the door behind him, only leaving one-third of it open. "Why...? Why did you..—pray for me?" Kyo asked, falling to his knees, and seeing the clear stream of tears depart his cheeks and fall to the silky wooden floor beneath him.
Tohru's words were halted as she stared down at Kyo in his position...on his knees, crying.
'Kyo really doesn't cry...He just hides everything...even his sadness.'
But there he was: eyes shut. Tears falling, streaming down his cheeks in a clear streak. His crimson optics gleamed with the tears that had not escaped. He was biting his lip, trying to escape all the pain, but only new tears came. His fists were clenched, as he slammed a trembling fist to hide his terror. He was scared...scared of life. Scared of his dark secret, scared of Akito, scared...of his own reflection.
"Kyo...I prayed for you...I prayed for you, because I know that you're in pain right now..." Tohru walked over to him, kneeling by his side, "Kyo...why are you so hurt? All this week you've seen distant..."
Kyo looked up at her, locking his eyes with hers, "One year...One year, since the day that you...first saw the real me."
'Kyo's feet slapped hard against the cold wood of the halls, hearing the ambulances' piercing sirens streak the air made him scream and cry just as loud. He felt he was trapped; he couldn't run from what had happened. "No...!! No, no, NOO!!" Kyo shook his head, crying into his hands. "Noo...!" He slid down to the floor, and he felt the hard stares of others surrounding him, "I...I didn't mean to kill her...please, forgive me!!! I didn't mean to...!" and with that, his piercing screams were waged down by the hollers of doctors shouting 'She's dead! She's dead!''
The nightmare flashed before Kyo's eyes as he tried to awaken from the horrible tragedy he had to face as a child. Tohru...wanted to reach him? Why him? Why was he special..? All he was was a thrown out waste cat that was treated like it deserved to be treated...horrible. All he was, was a lonely coward, hiding in the shadows from his dark past, hiding from anyone's help or comfort. His mom shot herself...all because of Kyo's dark side, dark past...but why would she do such a thing? Why? Everyone blamed it on him...behind hands they'd whisper cruel words as Kyo walked past, trying to fit in and act normal. But his beads...
Told the truth about him anyways
Kyo brushed a hand through his ginger hair, staring blankly out into the starlit night. How long had he slept? About the rest of the night since he came into his room? He sneaked out of his room, and looked around the halls, feeling the eerie emotion of silence drape over him. He shook off the chills that ran up his spine, thankful that the rain had stopped. He felt a little less nauseated but still had a sick feeling in his gut.
Looking around for any extra food, Kyo's feet stopped infront of Tohru's bedroom. He heard her soft voice, murmuring words into the night. The door was slightly open ,and Kyo peeked through the crack.
"...may the angels be with Kyo on this night...mom, can you please watch over him for me? Him and Yuki...and Shigure...but Kyo, because he's been hurt lately...for a reason I can't find...but help me reach him, mom...so tell all those angels up there to look over him please? Amen." She said closing her prayer.
What's this? What's this liquid that seemed to escape his eyes and roll down his cheeks? Was he crying...? Was he? Kyo did cry...but not infront of people or by what people say. Only...by his inner storm and inner demon that he must control. Kyo felt himself whimper, felt his heart fall into the words that Tohru prayed: 'May the angels be with Kyo tonight...' She prayed...for him. She cared...for him. She stood up to Yuki, throwing away a chunk of a good relationship...just for Kyo's sake.
Kyo noticed the way as Tohru's hair brushed her cheek as she turned to the door, hearing Kyo's soft whimpers. Kyo's hand found the edge of the door and he slid it open all the way, staring at her, tears never ending. "You...you just...prayed for me..."
Tohru blinked, and her cheeks grew a scarlet color, "Oh...Kyo...I didn't see you there..." lacing her fingers together and bringing her clasped hands to her chest, "Are...you okay? You're crying."
"You...prayed...for ME?" Tears never ended, reflecting Kyo's inner emotion: hopefulness, confusion, sadness...and love.
"Kyo...I always pray for you...every night...I pray to my mom, and the Lord, I can tell that you're always uncomfortable...so I ask for your comfort, and ask for your protection..." Tohru smiled in her bright serene way, "I...really care about you Kyo..."
Kyo closed the door behind him, only leaving one-third of it open. "Why...? Why did you..—pray for me?" Kyo asked, falling to his knees, and seeing the clear stream of tears depart his cheeks and fall to the silky wooden floor beneath him.
Tohru's words were halted as she stared down at Kyo in his position...on his knees, crying.
'Kyo really doesn't cry...He just hides everything...even his sadness.'
But there he was: eyes shut. Tears falling, streaming down his cheeks in a clear streak. His crimson optics gleamed with the tears that had not escaped. He was biting his lip, trying to escape all the pain, but only new tears came. His fists were clenched, as he slammed a trembling fist to hide his terror. He was scared...scared of life. Scared of his dark secret, scared of Akito, scared...of his own reflection.
"Kyo...I prayed for you...I prayed for you, because I know that you're in pain right now..." Tohru walked over to him, kneeling by his side, "Kyo...why are you so hurt? All this week you've seen distant..."
Kyo looked up at her, locking his eyes with hers, "One year...One year, since the day that you...first saw the real me."