Author's Note: This made me sad to write..
The Heartless
Blood and Roses
It had all started with his death, he supposed. Yes..all of it. His beautiful, beautiful Ryui-chan being pulled away by depression, that Hiro guy attacking anyone who came within three feet, and even Tohma, acting like nothing had happened.
He hated it.
And it was all his fault. All brother's fault. Tetsuyo hated him.
Shuichi...Shuichi, Shuichi, Shuichi. Tetsuyo could remember a time when Junou did nothing but brag about how much he loved that pink-haired idiot. And there was Tetsuyo, smiling and laughing, nodding his head. But secretly hating everything that spewed from that murderer's mouth.
He remembered Junou's first little lover. Yuki..yes, yes, that was his name. His name, not Junou's. Junou adored that Yuki guy, loved his golden hair, his blue eyes, his smile. So did Tetsuyo.
Did you love him too, brother? Tetsuyo thought bitterly, staring up at the gray, gray sky that was beginning to pour down rain. Or was he just another escape from your past?
Tetsuyo smirked. But it didn't work, did it, brother? No, no matter how much ass you get your little murdering past can't be erased. He chuckled darkly to himself, staring with hardened eyes up at the mansion around the corner. Tohma, Tohma, Tohma..don't you know you're next? Why don't you run?
Everything was screwed up now, everything was wrong. Tetsuyo pulled the collar of his duster higher, protecting his ears from the rain. Eiri..Eiri Yuki? That's what he called hismelf. Mockery? Respect? Or maybe Junou thought if he took his lover's name, he could forget about them.
Bullshit.
Who are you now, brother? Kuro Shindo? And then what, Mitsuo Seiguchi? Who are you now?
Tetsuyo walked up to the large door and heard someone sigh and relax agaisnt it. Not a moment ago he saw his beautiful, beautiful Ryuichi run past, a huge smile on his face. God, he was so lovely.
Tetsuyo gritted his teeth, a thousand possibilities running through his head. Not even Tohma can satisfy you, brother? Not even stealing my Yuki could satisfy you? Now you have to steal the only other person I've adored? Is this what you've become, brother?
He dug deep into his pocket, pulling out slowly a pistol. He cocked it, pressing a hand gentley against the door. The figure moved, left, Tetsuyo could hear him shuffling across the carpet, heard him mumbling to himself. He glared, waiting for the creak of another door.
Nothing.
He strained his ears, then smiled widely as he heard the figure lay on a couch, and slowly drift off to sleep. Perfect.
Tetsuyo quietly opened the door, stepping inside the clean, white living room. There he was. There was Junou, Yuki, whoever he was. He smirked, creeping toward the sleeping figure. He glared, seeing that golden hair. He had dyed it when Yuki, the real Yuki, had died. Bastard. Monster. He had to die.
Raising the pistol, Tetsuyo aimed it directly at Yuki's head. "You can never be forgiven." He whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek at the thought of his beautiful Yuki, his beautiful Ryuichi. They will be happy.
Without another word, his quivering fingers found hold and he pulled the trigger.