Inu-rose: Hello everyone. This is a songfic. The song is by Simon and Garfunkle. It's called, "The sound of silence."
Disclaimer: I neither own YYH or "The Sound Of Silence."
Inu-rose: Just to warn you, there is suicide and character death in here. I don't know why I bothered posting this....
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Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again...
Kurama walked home silently, angrily.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping...
He was sad. Angry. Confused. Mostly confused.
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence...
Everyone thought his life was perfect.
Well...
It wasn't.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone...
He felt so alone. No one could even dare to think about the pain he had suffered.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp...
He silently laughed at himself for being so weak.
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence...
He opened the door and walked up the stairs. He mumbled 'hello' to Shiori as he passed her in the hallway.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more...
He lay face down on his bed, his shoulders shaking. His sobs racked his entire fram as he tried to hold back his tears.
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening...
He wiped his eyes, sobbing lightly. Why was he cursed? Why did he need to suffer? Sure, Youko Kurama might have deserved it, but Shuiichi was innocent.
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence...
He sat up on his bed, pushing back his bangs.
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows...
Taking in a deep breath, he went over and locked his door.
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you..."
Maybe... just maybe... he could take the pain away...
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence...
Quickly, Kurama grabbed a dagger that was hidden under his bed incase of an attack.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made...
He held the knife with a shaking hand and brought it to his wrist.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming...
Slowly, painfully, Kurama dragged the knife down his arm, wincing from pain.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls..."
He stopped, smirking. He had done it. It wouldn't be long now...
And whispered in the sounds of silence....
Kurama drew in one last breath, and then he died.
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Inu-rose: I'm sorry you had to read this. I'm really sad and going through an emotional beat up right now, so please forgive me.