Scythe: Finally! Chapter 3 of Freitod is here. I'm really sorry i've been slacking... i'm such a slacking slacker! Damn me! Lol. Anyways, here it goes. By the way, i'm using Word Pad becuase my friggin computer had to be all redone... so i'm on my way to getting Microsoft Word. Bare with me if there are any sort of spelling errors, or grammatical errors.. this program stinks.

Freitod-- Chapter 3

"Don't look at me..." Kyou managed to whimper pitifully.

Yuki was torn. He didn't know what he should do... so... he turned away from him. "Alright, i won't look at you, but... you have got to tell me, Kyou, what has been happening?" Although he had a suspicion, he wanted-- no, needed-- to hear it from Kyou. He licked his lips slowly, letting the question sink in, and feeling himself tense with the air about them.

Kyou slowly lowered his arms and hands from his face, peering at Yuki's back... Yuki had been true to his word; he wasn't looking at him. If that wasn't a shock, the next things certainly was. His own voice.

"I can't... I can't be here any longer..."

Violet eyes widened, and he sharply turned. His world had begun to crumble when he'd heard those words. "What?" He whispered painfully.

"I need to get away from here... away from this house, this place..." Kyou said these words to Yuki but his eyes were locked on the perpendicular wall. His crimson orbs were unsually dull, and his face was paler than he'd ever seen in the entirety of his life.

"Kyou, that's dangerous. If you just-"

"Yuki, i KNOW what i'm doing." A spark of his old self. Perhaps there was hope yet. "Shigure talked to me before all this had happened. He told me that i should... well i should do something with myself besides just sitting here at home, doing nothing..."

"What about your training?"

"Besides that, too. I think he's right... If just... concentrate on releasing this... pent up emotion, these breakdowns would happen... I need... i need a sort of release..."

"And what do you propose that will be?"

"I don't know yet, ok!"

The rat jumped at Kyou's sudden outburst.

"I'll think of something... just.. i need to get away... from you and the Sohma Family..."

As soon as he'd said it, he regretted it... the look that crossed over Yuki's face was heart-wrenching; heart-breaking, and world shattering. "No... i didn't mean it like that. This isn't your fault..." Like hell it wasn't, his mind said. He ignored it.

For a long while, there was nothing but dark, thick silence. Nothing, at this point, could possibly go more wrong, even if it started raining, even if lightning came down and killed him right then and there. Nothing was worse then seeing that look on his face at that moment.

"So, then," Yuki started. "You're going away for a little while?"

"Yeah..."

That was it, was it? He didn't know what to think of all of this, he only hoped that what Kyou was doing would help him in the long run. Besides, it wasn't as if he was going away for a long time... a few months at the most, right?

- -

(2 years later)

A man strode down a long, long walk way which he had been on for quite some time. It would lead him through the Sohma forest, to a house that a man named Shigure Sohma owned.

The stranger had a night sack over his shoulder in one hand, and an electric guitar in the other. These, however, did not deter him from his speed. His long, yet powerful legs helped him walk in long strides. His upper body was lean, yet defined, although one wouldn't be able to tell as he was wearing a thick leather jacket, even though he had a red spandex shirt that covered his arms and neck. His hair was short, but wild, in more than one way. His hair was a bright orange, his eyes a dark crimson red. Maybe this stranger, wasn't such a stranger after all?

As he came to the house that seemed familiar, yet so very strange at the same time, he set his guitar down, and gave a firm knock on the door, taking a deep breath.

A girl's voice came from the behind it. "I'm coming! Ohh.. oops.. ah!" There was a sort of crashing sound, and the man raised an eyebrow, right as the front door slid open. "H-Hello, how may I..?" She trailed off, staring into his face, eyes wide.

- -

He cursed, staring at the list in his hand, and turning himself around. "Forgot to grab that while i was in that isle... Damn it..." He turned himself into the same isle he'd just come from and searched along the shelf for the seaweed wraps Ms. Honda had told him to get.

"We're all out," She had said. "And i can't make rice balls without it! Pleeeaasse go to the store for me? We need a lot of stuff, i just don't have time to go."

She really was very busy lately, what with finals coming up. They all were, but Yuki seemed to have a little more success, no matter how little he studied. He always came out top notch. These past two years though, had the most difficult of his entire life. Even though he hadn't seen Kyou at all, or heard from him for that matter, he still had the deepest feelings for him. They had only seemed to grow when he left...

But the question still remained... what where these feelings, really?

He had never been able to pinpoint them, becuase Kyou had never been around to help him. All he knew, is that he missed that baka, and his yelling. Needless to say, he'd gotten many a question from fellow school mates inquiring of the whereabouts of Kyou, and, needless to say, he had no answer for them.

And then he'd gotten a rumor that Kyou had transfered to another school... One that was known for its particularly bad behaving students... and it wasn't just those that didn't get good grades, oh no. The kinds there were the kind that drank alcohol and did drugs, and partied more than studied, which he knew Kyou would never be a part of.

His thoughts came back to him as someone brushed by him, then apologized. He smiled and said it was ok, and continued to walk. Now that he'd gotten everything, he needed to pay and get the heck out of there. Huffing softly, he pulled the hand basket up and made sure he'd gotten everything on the list, and moved to the check out stations. He found the shortest one, zipped through and grabbed his bags, then began his long trek home.

However, as much as he tired, he couldn't get his mind away from Kyou today. yeah, he thought about Kyou a lot, with his fluffy orange hair, short fuse, impecible martial arts skills... to an extent... but today, he just couldn't get him mind off of him! It was driving him insane; not to be able to see him and talk to him every day. And Tohru... Poor Tohru had been devistated for a long time. Like always, she thought it was her fault for him leaving... Yuki finally managed to convince her it was his fault.. even though he didn't think it was any of their faults... at least, that's what Kyou had said.

The house was in sight now, and he smiled. It was getting quite dark, seeing as it was coming to be winter again. He took in a deep breath. It smelled as if it was going to rain soon, very soon, in fact. He gazed up through the trees, trying to get any sort of hint of the weather. What he got was a fat drop of rain right in his eye. He rubbed it slightly and picked up the pace, the house only a few feet away now. He quickly dashed inside, taking off his shoes and stepping up. It smelled like dinner was being made, which he was thankful for... then something caught his eye.

It was the table, of all things. It looked as if it had been set rather hastily, and there was an extra spot set as well. He carried his bag with him to the kitchen, pushing the hanging away. "Honda-san? Do you need any help? I brought the stuff you wanted and-"

His bag dropped to the ground abruptly as he stared in front of him, gaping, with wide eyes.

"Kyou..."

The name seemed so foreign on his lips as he whispered it. The orange haired man turned to face him, looking at him with a raised brow. Kyou looked down at the bag he'd dropped onto the floor and smirked slightly, taking a toothpick out of his mouth and turning back to the stove, stirring the miso soup. "Pick that up before something spills."

Yuki hesitantly bent down, his eyes never leaving the vision before him. Yuki's wardrobe hadn't really changed in the two years he'd been gone except for the leather pants he was wearing... where had he gotten the money for that? His tight, spandex shirt was long sleeved and had a half-turtle neck. Needless to say, he looked... well... like a very attractive young man.

"Where's Tohru?" Yuki asked, to start some sort of conversation; to hear his voice; to prove this wasn't a dream.

"Calling Shigure from the main house." He said simply.

"Oh..." Yuki stood, putting some milk into the fridge and some Nori wraps into the pantry along with some spices. He kept glancing at the cat of the zodia, still unsure if this was real or not. But before he had time to say anything, Tohru came in, frantically apologizing for taking so long and then spotting Yuki.

"Oh... Yuki-kun. I didn't know you came back. Kyou's here!"

Duh. Well, he didn't actually say it... but he really wanted to. He always held his tongue, though, remaning the calm, nice person everyone knew him as. "Yes... and it appears he is staying for dinner..."

Scythe: So.. what do you think? Sorry this took so long... again.. i keep losing interest in it, then regaining interest in it lol. Keep me going with reviews, that's why i started up again!