Heart
A/N: This is an angst fiction that suddenly dawned on me on a rainy day... I promise to update the chapters soon and you don't have to worry that I won't because June Holiday's coming!
Dedication: This fic is specially for all rainy days... dedicated to all forms of water (especially ice)... all forms of fire... and just for myself...
Disclaimer: The usual: don't own, don't sue.
Genre: yaoi (what else do you expect?); deathfic; a little, okay maybe a lot of, angst
Prologue
The rain fell... just as the maple leaves did. A young man, or rather, a boy in his late teens, could be seen cycling in the rain. He seemed to be oblivious to the rain as those heavy water droplets hammered on him mercilessly and trickled down his face... down the neck... into the opening of the shirt. Those eyes were looking forward, set with determination to arrive at his destination. Nothing, absolutely nothing, not even death, could hinder him.
It seemed weird to see this teen so awake. Well, he had been awake quite a lot these days. Those usual sleepy eyes were now dark and had a distant look in them. He had been doing a lot of thinking these few days, even in the rare moment of his sleep, disturbing his already-tormented mind. The lack of good sleep had made his pale features paler and obvious dark rings could be seen under his blue eyes. His hair, no longer sleek or soft and shiny, hung in a limp, lifeless and tangled mess around his delicate face. This was Rukawa, yet this was not. This was a different Rukawa. Within a week, he had changed drastically, so drastic that even his closest friends could not recognize him. Well he still spoke little, or none at all, and he still had that emotionless mask over his face. But anyone, and everyone, could sense the air of sadness and despair enveloping him.
The rain continued to fall and the boy continued to cycle. He could not feel the coldness of the pouring rain nor could he feel the chillness of the autumn wind. But he could feel the emptiness in him, in his heart. The growing void within him threatened to consume him, how that hurt, how that tormented him.
The boy pulled over and parked his bicycle at the tent and dashed towards the building that was his destination.
