Oh, by the way I hope that it doesn't scare you too much, cus it did when I was written it! (JOKE!) Sorry that I kept you all waiting so long!
Kyo stepped out into the gloominess of the hallway. The floorboards creaked slightly under his weight. One step at a time, no need to rush he told himself, he had all night! 1…2…3… the hair prickled on his neck. 4…5…6…he gulped. 7…8…9…Was this the right thing to do? He asked himself. Would this solve all of his problems? 10… he would just have to find out.
Kyo had reached Yuki's bedroom door. He put a shaking, sweaty hand onto the handle and pulled. The door slid back silently. He stepped weakly into the dark room, and shut the door behind him.
A single beam of moonlight was filtering through a gap in the curtains, and lit up Yuki's face with a ghastly glow. Kyo could hear his smooth, deep breath throughout the room. A thought suddenly hit him hard- that was it he couldn't back out now, not now, he was nearly there. Quickly the room became unbearable hot. Or was that just him? Closer and closer still. That was it he was standing right over Yuki. Kyo looked down at his face; he was smiling, having a nice dream. Could Kyo turn that nice dream into a nightmare by putting a sharp blade through his heart? Could he do such a cruel thing? The answer was yes, yes he could! Kyo raised the sweaty hand over his head that his knife was in. All of the anger and hatred that he was born to have against Yuki was being raised up into the small knife that he held.
Kyo's hand was beginning to get heavy. Why he wondered, he didn't know, but what he did know was that he couldn't hold it up any longer. It was getting heavier, and heavier. Suddenly, his hand started to shake.
The knife, suddenly and unexpectedly slipped from Kyo's slippery grasp, and went down. Down into the soft tissue of Yuki's chest.
Yuki woke to the most terrifying pain that he had ever experienced in his life. Even more painful than when he nearly cut his thumb off with a bread knife a couple of years ago. Even more painful than when he broke his arm as a little boy when he fell out of his tree house. It felt like all of the life that he had in his body was slowly being drained out of him, bit by bit, from his chest outwards, he knew that he was dying. Yuki looked down and saw a thick dark red substance coming out of the hole in his chest. Blood. Yuki was bleeding to death.
He looked up with his tear filled eyes and saw kyo, standing over him, watching him die. Why would he do such a cruel thing, why wouldn't he help him? Yuki tried to reach out for him, but his arms were lifeless, he couldn't move them.
As he felt the last bit of life slowly seep out of his body, Yuki thought of his family, Shigure, Hatori, Kagura, even his childhood tormentor Akito. Would they ever know how he died, or would it be a secret never to be told? But most of all he thought of Torhu. He thought of the last happy memory that he had of her. It was the memory of them both making the New Years celebration cookies. They where laughing and joking about together, he had felt so happy then. Yuki tried to keep hold of that memory, but he couldn't. Black and white blotches obscured his vision. Yuki felt himself falling, falling even though he knew that there was nowhere to fall to. With the last breath that was left in his lungs, he managed to utter the name "Tohru."
With that, Yuki was gone, gone somewhere that only people that are living could dream about. Gone somewhere that he could never be found! That was it the cat had finally defeated the rat, the battle was over at last. Even though he was dead, Yuki was still staring at Kyo with eyes filled with terror, pain, and fear. Kyo put his hands over Yuki's eyes and closed them, so they were no longer looking at him with a fixed haunting expression. Would he ever be able to forget about that sight, he doubted it.
The blood was still seeping out of his chest, running down his body, and onto the white sheets of his bed. Slowly, like a tornado engulfing a city the blood was staining through the white sheets of his bed. Right to the end, dripping off the bed, and forming a small pool on the floor.
Kyo reluctantly reached down, and pulled the penknife out of Yuki's motionless corpse, with a horrible slurping nose that he would never forget.
So there you have it, my second chapter, I hope that you liked it. I have written my third chapter but I don't know whether it's very good, please when you review me can you tell me if you think that I should do a second section, THANKS!
