THIS IS GOING TO BE A TRILOGY! (yes those things I hate so much (no clue why either)) THIS IS GOING TO BE THE SECOND. DON'T QUESTION MY MADNESS! THE FIRST WILL BE TITLE FORMING THE CYCLE it will be about haru and currently has the first chapterbeeing written it should come out soon the third will be BREAKING THE CYCLE incase you didn't notice the name change for this one its now CONTINUING THE CYCLE that's pretty much it for now.
I'M FREEEEEEEEE! NO MORE SCHOOL! THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIRST THING I'M DOING FROM GETTING OUT OF SCHOOL! HAPPY SUMMER!
EVERYONE JAWX THORNE and ORUCHUBAN EBICHU deserve to have a party thrown in their honor they are the only two that have figured out who it is!
DRUSCILLAHAWKE don't kill me if that's spelled wrong you've known me since 5ht grade you should be used to it by now. HAHA NOOOOOOOOOO I shall never tell you who it is burt I'll give you a hint: I hate him with a passion that burns with the fires of a thousand suns.
JAWX THORN CONGRATS! You're the first to figure out who it is! no I didn't have a mood swing I just really like contrast. Yes I'm evil very very evil I even took a quiz as to what kind of yoai writer I am and I got that I'm an evil yoai writer grins I LOVE Frankie he's soo amazing I have the DVD the sound track and a pin w/ him on it. Your sibs I would like a nice medium rare. You are sooo lucky to get a thunderstorm I love them find some way to send it to me! (they make me want to write)
ORUCHUBAN EBICHU can't you have a name that's easier to write? I can't spel for beans that's why I worship spell check CONGRATS! You're the second to figure out who it is! you want Kyo angst and torture? TRY THIS! And don't worry I'm a little schizo too so its all good
YVONNE why'd you almost puke? But w00t another 110 outa 100
MADTV4EVER tell your friend to review if they aren't already. Sry 4 making you cry also I decided to add an extra section to chapter 8 (rocky horror thing) so finding out kinda got bumped back to this chapter
I sat on the bed waiting until close to four in the morning when Haru walked in the door, the numb feeling had disappeared replaced by rage and hurt.
"Hey what are you doing up?" Haru asked pulling off a fishnet shirt.
"What is it that you do for a living?" I asked on my feet, glaring at him.
Haru looked at me shame in his eyes, "I get the feeling you already know," he whispered looking down.
"You lied to me. You're a—a—a whore and you just decided to leave that out? Didn't you think that I had the right to know? You could have—if we had—I could've—if we'd—"
"I got tested the day I found you. I wanted to make sure. I was going to tell you but then you told me about your mother…I didn't want you to leave because of what I do," he took a step forward reaching out to touch my face.
"NO!" I pushed his arm away from me, "Don't touch me! I don't want to ever see you again!" I yelled at him.
Blinking he took a step back nodding slightly he grabbed the shirt he had just pulled off, and grabbed a jacket from the living room continuing out the door without looking back. My shaking legs gave out beneath me as I began sobbing bitterly. As I gained control over my tears, and began to slip into a troubled sleep the sun was just beginning to rise.
I woke up sore everywhere from sleeping on the floor. As I began to stand a sharp pain in my ass caused me to gasp and sink back to the floor. Images from the night before flashed through my mind. Rocky Horror, him finding me, cutting my thigh, Haru coming home, creaming at Haru, Haru leaving, Haru…
'Haru I—I didn't want you to leave. I shouldn't have… I didn't—I didn't mean to say that I—I want you. I—I meant it. I really did when I told you I would stay with you.'
"Haru…Haru come back please…please…you…you have to you—you live here…" I whimpered beginning to cry again.
'He lives here…'
"You're going to come back," I whispered looking up and getting control of my tears. I looked at the clock across the room. It was almost four in the afternoon. I stumbled into the kitchen after pulling on a pair of clean pants. I began to make dinner. Placing it on the table I sat down, before getting back up, and retrieving Haru's present form the cabinet and placing it down next to his plate. Waiting for Haru to come home I picked at my own dinner. Some time around noon the next day I drifted off to sleep where I was sitting.
The next time I woke it was close to three in the morning, and Haru still hadn't come home. I walked into the living room and turned on the TV. Flipping through the channels I stopped at a new station.
"Earlier today a male prostitute was found murdered near the fountain of Tokyo's park. The man has not yet been identified, a picture shall be released of him if you know anything about the man in this picture or his killed please notify us immediately," the news woman said as a picture of Haru showed up on the screen.
Shaking barely holding back tears I walked over to Haru's present and opened. Walking over to the bathroom I sat down on the toilet holding the sword in front of my eyes watching it spinning as tears streamed down my face. I grabbed a hold of it leaving a good inch and a half of the blade bare.
Shaking I held out my wrist, bringing it down I felt it burry it self into my wrist. I dragged it sideway opening the wound further allowing more blood to escape. Watching the blood surface quickly staining the pants I was wearing a dark red.
Switching the necklace to my other hand I rested my other wrist against my knee. I swiftly brought the necklace down onto my wrist hitting the nerve my arm spasmed as a tingling fire raced up to my shoulder. Gasping I yanked the small knife out of my wrist, clutching it as I slid down to the floor shaking. Blackish purple spots slid past my eyes. Gasping I collapsed completely down to the floor passing out.
Looking up at Tohru I slid the notebook I had been writing in toward her. We sit in silence as she reads I look around the room as she reads, its white but not as bad as it was before when I had first woke up after Tohru had found me so close to death on the bathroom floor last month. Tohru had brought me flowers and cards when she came to visit everyday.
Tohru looks up at me tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, "Why didn't you tell me?" she asks quietly staring at me as her tears start down her face.
Looking down at my hands I watch my bandaged wrists as I shrug silently refusing to speak.
"Kyo please talk to me again. I miss talking to you. It isn't your fault he died," Tohru said touching my arm, and staring up at me.
I shake my head. I know I can't say anything anymore. Nothing good ever comes from it. I know that what I said to Haru is what caused him to die.
"I have to go now, but I'll be back tomorrow," Tohru said leaning forward, and hugging me. I tense, and quickly pull back; I walk over to the nightstand next to the bed. I pull out the present I got for Tohru, and try to shove the draw closed with my right hand. Sighing quietly I nudge the draw shut with my hip instead, and walk back over to Tohru, and hand her the present. She slowly unwraps the present and smiles.
"Oh Kyo I love it," she says putting it on and then pulling me into another hug, burring her face in my shoulder. I tilt my head forward, my hair falling over my eyes as my heart clenches wishing desperately it was Haru hugging me instead.
After Tohru left I sit in my room looking at my bandaged wrists. I flex my fingers the ones on my left hand movin easily while the ones on my right twitch feebly. I had severed the tendons and nerves when I had tried to kill myself, causing the cut to hurt so badly and now the sporadic twinges of pain.
Some time later Dr. Sohma walked in he has asked me to refer to him as Hatori but it doesn't really matter either way since I still won't say anything.
"Kyo are you ready to tell me what happened?" he asked sitting down on the edge of the bed watching me watch my hands. Looking up I tilt my head to the side before walking over to the chair Tohru was sitting in earlier, I pick up the notebook, and hand it to Dr. Sohma. I sit down and begin picking at the bandages on my wrists while he reads.
"You do realize that Haru's death was not your fault right?" he asks pulling Tohru's chair over to sit in front of me. I nod I don't believe him but I did believe Haru when he had said it.
"Hatsuharu wouldn't want you to stop speaking just because he died," I nod again. I now all of this I've heard it several times in the past month but still can't believe it or bring my self to speak.
"You didn't say who did all of this though," Hatori said watching me carefully.
"Do you want to tell me who it was?" he asks sliding the notebook over to me. I take it staring at it in indecision. Finally I pick up the pen awkwardly in my left hand. I continue to stare at the paper trying to convince myself that it would make a difference. Shakily I write down one word, and slide the notebook back to him. his eyes widen as he stares at the one word I wrote down.
'Yuki'
OWARI
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