Chapter 11: Death

"Things are not progressing as planned! Yuki has not fixed the phone yet, cutting off any means of communication or instructions! I fear for his life. Through the visual monitor, I have noticed that Kyo is showing signs of extreme violence and paranoia, so extreme that Yuki, and possibly Tohru are in terrible danger. Mental danger, if not physical danger. We must terminate the experiment at once!"

"NO, HATORI! This experiment is EVERYTHING that you live for! Why abort it now? Can't you see this is a big mistake?"

"I will not put their lives in danger like this! I must do something! I don't care about the experiment anymore, I simply care for their survival…"

I am going to do it tonight. I've already decided how I will do it. When I found that "mysterious object" on the ground, which I have now discovered to have been a phone, and threw it at the wall, it smashed into tiny pieces. One of these pieces was very sharp, shaped almost like a knife. Neither Yuki, nor Tohru knows this, only myself. Tonight, I will wait until Yuki least expects it, and then I will take the "knife" and stab him, stab him until he is gone from this world, until he can no longer blacken the corners my mind with hate. But I have decided to do this not only for myself, but for Tohru also. Once he's gone, we will have the whole world to ourselves. We can do anything we want, with out that meddling bastard getting in our way. Someone had already tried to push into our business, that smart ass, Hatsuharu. And we all remember what happened to him.

I will murder him tonight, when Yuki goes to sleep. Kyo is too naïve for his own good. I will dispose of him, so that he will no longer eat away at my soul every time that I look at him. He's so trusting of me, and yet he does not know what my real intentions are for him. I am killing him not only for me, but for Yuki as well. This way, neither of us will have to suffer when we look at his face. I'm sure that Yuki remembers out little ordeal with Haru. I don't think that Hatori ever erased his memory at all. And he probably hates Kyo more than he hates me. I'm sure that I could win my way back into Yuki's heart if it weren't for Kyo.

How will I do it, you ask? Well, it's very simple. I have pulled the cord out from behind the DDR machine, when Kyo and Yuki weren't looking. I shall strangle Kyo, in his sleep, or maybe just when he turns his head the other way, unsuspectingly. But then, before he knows it, he'll be gone, gone forever from this cruel world. And no one will ever guess who killed him…

I'm so sick of the two of them. Just the way they act all the time, so innocent, like they never did anything to me, like it's all a big joke or something. Idiots. Well, by the end of tonight, they'll both be dead, and they'll never even know what hit them. This is not the revenge I seek, being trapped in this room. I need more. I will not be satisfied until blood is shed from both of them, just like the blood of my best friend. Tonight, they will lie on the ground, motionless, just like he had. And they will feel the pain, just like both of us. Unbearable, physical and mental agony. Ha! They'll never even suspect me, until it's too late, until they are both already dead. Tonight is the night that I finally get my revenge. The cold, sweet revenge I always dreamed of…

Yuki, Kyo and Tohru all sat in different corners of the large room. Each seemed unnaturally stiff, with their hands shaking. Each one thought that the other two were shaking because of lack of sleep, but that was not the case at all, little did they know. Each was completely unaware of the devious planning that the other two were up to.

They were all waiting for just the right moment, when the victim they were targeting would look away, or go to sleep. But none of them did; they were too focused on beginning their plans.

Kyo was, naturally, the first one to begin to get impatient. It didn't look like Yuki would ever let his guard down. He just sat there, looking ahead, lost in his own thoughts. But with his reflexes, Kyo was sure that Yuki would spot any sudden movements. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the marble floor, and he began to grind his teeth together, which made a dreadful sound, much like scraping marbles together. Suddenly, out of nowhere came a voice, Yuki's voice.

"Stop that," he said, sounding so irritated that it was almost disturbing.

"No," said Kyo, a sadistic smirk on his face. He ground his teeth harder. Maybe he could provoke Yuki into getting so angry that he let his guard down…

"Stop… that… right now," Yuki replied, his hands clenching into fists of rage, his eyes narrowing into slits, his teeth clenching. It was uncanny how much he resembled Akito… Kyo gritted his teeth louder yet, so that the noise was unbearable to Yuki.

"YOU IDIOT!" Yuki cried out of pure rage, and he stood up, and ran at full speed towards Kyo. Kyo, of course, anticipated this, and stood up also, that sadistic smile still on his face. As Yuki approached him, he felt for the sharp object inside his pocket, getting ready to use it. When Yuki was within ten feet of Kyo, he expected Yuki to throw a punch, or try to kick him or something, and he was pretty sure that he could dodge a blow of that sort fairly easily. So Kyo was incredibly shocked and surprised when he felt a white-hot pain in his the left side of his chest. He gasped, tasting blood in his mouth. He looked down and saw that Yuki had stabbed him, with a long, sharp knife.

Yuki was now the one with the evil grin.

"Where… did you get the knife…" Kyo wheezed, choking on blood. He thought that his plan was foolproof, foolproof! There was no way that something like this could have happened!

"I got this knife from Hatori, right before he locked you two in here,"

"You… you were in on this?" Kyo gasped.

"Yes, I was part of this plan from the very start," Yuki said, as he dug the knife deeper into Kyo's chest.

"How does it feel, Kyo?" said Yuki, his hand shaking. "How does it feel to die? How does it feel to have someone kill you, and you lay there dying, not able to do anything about it?" He then laughed maniacally, and said something else, which Kyo could not understand. But then, the smirk came over Kyo's face once again, and in spite of the great pain, he still managed to say,

"Oh, but I can do something about it, Yuki…" and with that he wrenched the knife out of his own chest, trying not to scream in agony, and before Yuki realized anything, Kyo plunged the knife into Yuki's heart. Yuki's eyes bulged and his jaw dropped. Blood spilled from his mouth as he fell to his knees. Kyo pulled the knife out of his chest, and Yuki fell all the way to the ground. Kyo felt for a pulse, but there was none. He smiled to himself. Yuki was finally dead. Now, he could spend the rest of his life with Tohru, with no distractions at all, no one to bother them. Finally, his worst enemy was dead, and his number one problem was solved. He began to laugh, as hard as he ever had. It was not a pleasant sounding laugh, however. It was a twisted laugh. The kind of laugh that a serial killer would laugh. But his evil, terrible laughter was interrupted by a soft, female voice behind him.

"Before you go, Kyo, I have to say… I'm sorry…" And then, before Kyo had any time to react, he felt a rope around his neck, strangling him. He gasped for air, clutching his throat. He struggled, but it was no use. Everything around him began to blur, and his struggling began to decease. His one last thought was, "no! I can't die now! Everything was supposed to be… perfect…" and then, everything faded to permanent black.