Wow. I wrote this after reading my buddy Raynedark's most recent story. I got depressed, and I had to get this though out of my head. It was originally going to be Shuichi, but I love Ryuichi so much, I made this a fic about him. Inspiration came from Story of the Year's 'Razorblades.' DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gravi
Wait For The Silence: Chapter One, Ryuichi
Ryuichi sat huddled in a corner of his darkened apartment. Pale moonlight fell through the half-cracked blinds, striping his body. Several feet away Kumagoro was carelessly tossed aside.
I don't want to do this anymore.
Tears fell from the brilliant blue eyes. His brown hair messily fell in his face, mixing with the bitter tears.
Maybe I should stop singing.
His hands were damp from wiping away tears. His jeans were torn at the bottom from long recording sessions of singing and dancing.
I don't want to lie anymore.
In the half-light, he didn't look like a music sensation, or the leader singer of Nittle Grasper. He looked like a child, a scared and lonely child.
I can't even sing right, and no one notices. They're all blind.
Ryuichi looked up, his vision wavering. He caught site of Kumagoro. Instead of reaching over to pick it up, he stood up and kicked him across the room.
You're just a stupid toy! I don't know why I've held onto you for so many years! You can't talk, or help, or comfort me anymore!
Ryuichi stepped back, frightened by his mental outburst. Walking into the living room, a trail of tears followed, like blood from a wound.
It is blood, my mind's blood.
He mentally hit himself. Suddenly anger clouded his mind.
You know you can't fight this. Just give up, you're pathetic.
"SHUT UP! Leave me alone!" Ryuichi grabbed his head, collapsing on the floor. Sobs racked his body as he poured everything out. All his pain, all his fear, all his sorrow left in that moment. For that instant, there was only the tears.
Nothing anymore. Just silence.
After a few minutes, Ryuichi quieted, and stood up. His face was blank now. The tears had been wiped away, leaving him red-eyed and blank. It was funny. Ryuichi was never calm. His emotions were always to the extreme, no matter what.
Now. No more lies, no more doing what you don't want to. No more singing. No more Kumagoro. No more tears. No more voices in my head.
Ryuichi pulled up the blinds in his window. Silently sliding open the window, he looked down into the street below.
I'm glad Tohma suggested I get a seventh story apartment. It's perfect.
He lifted one leg over the window frame.
I probably shouldn't be doing this. Tohma will get mad. Shuichi will probably cry.
He had now lifted both legs out into the night air, sitting on the window frame.
No. No thinking about them. Do this for yourself.
He stood, grabbing onto the frame of the window so he could lean over to see the city.
It's pretty at night. Silent too.
He let go, letting the feeling of flying rush through his body. He saw the rapidly approaching street and had one more ecstatic thought.
Soon, I'll be silent.
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It's not over. Please, tell me what you think. Then you'll see what happens to those closest to our beloved Genki.