Disclaimer: I own my slippers and a grumpy pet cat. That's it.
Warnings: Chapter Rating – Pg-13-ish
Pairings: Some HaruxKyou action in this chapter, more in the next
Song Selection: Unwell – Matchbox 20
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Chapter Three: Unwell
/But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me/
I made my way into the house, and yawned. I was tired. Partly from blood-loss, partly because it was 3:30am and I hadn't gotten any sleep. Up on the roof I had wrapped my wrists with the same old bandages; at that point, I didn't care if the cuts got infected and I died. No one would miss me.
I went in through the patio door that Yuki and I had busted so many times with our now pointless-seeming fights. I wasn't exactly prepared for what I was met with.
Haru.
"What the hell are you doing here…?" I asked, slightly astounded that Haru was now standing in front of me, tossing me this glare that had a close second in scariness with Akito's. We just stood there, staring at each other until he spoke.
"You're a cutter." He said that like it was the most normal thing in the world. I was utterly surprised he cared at all. I decided to avoid the subject.
"Why are you here so early in the morning?" I walked to the doorway he was standing at and tried to push my way pass. Maybe I could tear upstairs and lock my door and not let him in, so he'd shut up and leave me alone. He pushed me against the doorframe, locking me in with either of his arms by planting them firmly on the wall.
Okay, maybe not.
I glanced up to Haru's eyes, analyzing, trying to figure out what to say. But there, I saw that maniacal glimmer, that willing to do something outrageous.
Oh.
Black Haru.
What would have provoked him into that, maybe my avoiding the situation? And what the hell is he doing here this early? "You idiot… you probably got lost and that's why you're here so late…" I muttered under my breath. Haru moved his arms to grip my shoulders and slammed me against the wall. I winced.
"Shut up," he hissed, glaring daggers at me. I had to look away from his eyes. I don't even know why I did… but his eyes just scared me.
"Don't tell anyone about this, Haru," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I wasn't afraid of him, but more or less the consequences if he told everyone about my depression. Tohru would worry about me, Yuki would probably just laugh. I don't want people to worry. They have more valuable things to think about than me.
"Why should I?" snarled the cow, slamming me against the wall once again. If he would've slammed me against the wall again, Shigure or someone would've probably woken up. I didn't want that.
"Please… what do you want me to do?" I muttered out. Haru contemplated this for a minute, before a wicked smile crossed his features.
All I knew is that I didn't like that smile.
/I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be/
A/N: Now, the reason this chapter is so short is I wanted to make it open for decisions. What the hell is Haru thinking? I have several options for this, which are slightly humorous, and I have one which would just make Kyou seem more pathetic to himself, and one which would solve problems faster.
-Haru says he'll shut up if Kyou sleeps with him
-Haru says he'll shut up if Kyou helps him get Yuki (o.O)
-Haru says he'll shut up if Kyou stops cutting
Okay, and there are several pairings I could take in here. If option one is chosen, I could get a HaruxKyou. Number two, HaruxKyouxYuki. But I really really really want a ShigurexKyou, so I could always make up another option later. Oh well.
Ja.
