Wicked Game
by: apocalipticoblivion
Kurama slowly brought the razor down on his left wrist, applying enough pressure to make it bleed just enough to let him sleep without dreams plaguing him.
He went to lay down when a knock on his door interupted the silence of his room. "A-ah, one moment please."
Kurama had always made sure that he locked the door when he did this. He pulled down his sleeve after he had hid the razor from sight.
He walked over to the door and eased it open, "Yes?" he asked.
Shiori, his mother, was standing there. "I'm sorry to bother you while your studying, Shuichi. But, a friend of yours is here."
"Oh, thank you mother. I'll be down in a moment." Kurama said with a small smile to his mother.
She nodded and walked down the hall to the kitchen. He heard voices from downstairs.
Kurama quickly pulled on a white wife-beater over his long-sleeved black one. He was wearing a pair of black pants and shoes that matched.
He walked down the stairs and kissed his mother on the cheek before exiting with Yusuke. "So, what's the problem?" he asked with a smile.
"The baby wants us all up there for him to explain a 'mission' that supposedly very important to him." Yusuke growled.
"Then we better hurry up and go," Kurama said, his smile faltering a bit when he felt the blood still coming from his cut. Just about everyone there would be able to smell it on him.
As the two made their way to Koenma's office, Kurama tried to apply more pressure to his cut. But, the blood kept coming.
'Shit, did I hit an artery?' Kurama silently cursed, he had been cutting for years. But, this had never happened before.
"Hey, something wrong?" Yusuke asked the red-head.
"Ah, no. I was just thinking." Kurama said with a small smile to his friend. "Sorry..."
"It's okay, just don't think to much. It always gets me in trouble.." Yusuke said, pushing open the office door.
Hiei and Kuwabara were already there, by the looks of it Hiei could smell the blood on his sleeve. "I'll be right back," he said softly leaving the room with a bow.
When he reached the outside of the room, he lifted his sleeve and fished in his pockets for the bandages he used. "Found them.." he said softly, wrapping his wrist up.
Kurama walked back into the office silently, though everyone was watching him. "Sorry... it's nothing important." he said with a smile.
"It's great to see you in something other than your school uniform." Koenma said with a smile and a laugh. "But, show me your wrists."
"W-why?" he asked.
"Because I want to see them."
"N-no..." he said softly. "I don't want to show them to you..." he turned to leave. Kuwabara grabbed his left arm and Yusuke grabbed his right. Hiei walked around and lifted up his sleeves. Revealing long pale scars crossing every which way. "L-let me go!!"
"I've had my suspicions with you, Shuuichi." Koenma said sadly, "I never thought that you'd resort to something this drastic. How many scars cover this body of yours, Kurama?" he said, walking over to the boy.
Tears poured down his face. "I thought you were my friends!" he shouted, jerking away from them. "Get away from me, I hate you!"
Kurama shrugged Kuwabara off and punched Yusuke in the face. "Why do you do this, Kurama?" Koenma asked the boy.
A smirk crossed his face. "Because death is just a game... A wicked game!"
END
A/N: one-shot or should I continue? maybe get help for him?? what'd you think? R&R
Kurama slowly brought the razor down on his left wrist, applying enough pressure to make it bleed just enough to let him sleep without dreams plaguing him.
He went to lay down when a knock on his door interupted the silence of his room. "A-ah, one moment please."
Kurama had always made sure that he locked the door when he did this. He pulled down his sleeve after he had hid the razor from sight.
He walked over to the door and eased it open, "Yes?" he asked.
Shiori, his mother, was standing there. "I'm sorry to bother you while your studying, Shuichi. But, a friend of yours is here."
"Oh, thank you mother. I'll be down in a moment." Kurama said with a small smile to his mother.
She nodded and walked down the hall to the kitchen. He heard voices from downstairs.
Kurama quickly pulled on a white wife-beater over his long-sleeved black one. He was wearing a pair of black pants and shoes that matched.
He walked down the stairs and kissed his mother on the cheek before exiting with Yusuke. "So, what's the problem?" he asked with a smile.
"The baby wants us all up there for him to explain a 'mission' that supposedly very important to him." Yusuke growled.
"Then we better hurry up and go," Kurama said, his smile faltering a bit when he felt the blood still coming from his cut. Just about everyone there would be able to smell it on him.
As the two made their way to Koenma's office, Kurama tried to apply more pressure to his cut. But, the blood kept coming.
'Shit, did I hit an artery?' Kurama silently cursed, he had been cutting for years. But, this had never happened before.
"Hey, something wrong?" Yusuke asked the red-head.
"Ah, no. I was just thinking." Kurama said with a small smile to his friend. "Sorry..."
"It's okay, just don't think to much. It always gets me in trouble.." Yusuke said, pushing open the office door.
Hiei and Kuwabara were already there, by the looks of it Hiei could smell the blood on his sleeve. "I'll be right back," he said softly leaving the room with a bow.
When he reached the outside of the room, he lifted his sleeve and fished in his pockets for the bandages he used. "Found them.." he said softly, wrapping his wrist up.
Kurama walked back into the office silently, though everyone was watching him. "Sorry... it's nothing important." he said with a smile.
"It's great to see you in something other than your school uniform." Koenma said with a smile and a laugh. "But, show me your wrists."
"W-why?" he asked.
"Because I want to see them."
"N-no..." he said softly. "I don't want to show them to you..." he turned to leave. Kuwabara grabbed his left arm and Yusuke grabbed his right. Hiei walked around and lifted up his sleeves. Revealing long pale scars crossing every which way. "L-let me go!!"
"I've had my suspicions with you, Shuuichi." Koenma said sadly, "I never thought that you'd resort to something this drastic. How many scars cover this body of yours, Kurama?" he said, walking over to the boy.
Tears poured down his face. "I thought you were my friends!" he shouted, jerking away from them. "Get away from me, I hate you!"
Kurama shrugged Kuwabara off and punched Yusuke in the face. "Why do you do this, Kurama?" Koenma asked the boy.
A smirk crossed his face. "Because death is just a game... A wicked game!"
END
A/N: one-shot or should I continue? maybe get help for him?? what'd you think? R&R