A.N. – This is kind of stupid. It's not really clear either. Actually, I think I made it that way. This is a stress reliever for me. I'm having love problems. VERY un-fun. Erm, guess who this is.
Warnings: one cuss word and, erm, implied shonen-ai/yaoi (I don't know the difference)
Discliamer: I own nothing. I don't think I even own the plot. YYH belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi-sama. And other peoples I don't know about.
What I Think:
Hn, you're probably just like everyone else... Just like them.
They all think that it's Kurama and me. Huh, how wrong they all are.
I'm not with anybody.
That stupid kitsune just likes to flirt, period.
He doesn't care about me.
Mostly because I don't care about anyone.
No one, you hear.
I don't want to be hurt again.
Not again.
You want to know why? Here's why:
I thought it was real.
I thought he really meant it.
I thought it would be all right.
I thought wrong.
Koenma... The fucking jerk.
He said he really loved me.
That he didn't care about my past.
Che, and I believed him.
I was stupid.
I was young.
I was ignorant.
But most of all... I had wanted it.
I had wanted to be loved... finally.
I had lived without love for too long.
I had lived alone for too long.
I had lived too long.
That's how it was. That's why.
Hn, laugh, go ahead, laugh.
I don't care.
I don't care about anything or anyone.
Not anymore. Not now. Not ever.
A.N. – I don't really know why I wrote this. There's no plot, or point. Oh well, review please. Just to show that you read it.
- tHeInFaMoUsDuCky .
P.S. – Thank you lots to Sheya-san. You really inspired me to write more. And thanks for the writing tips.