I would like to begin this chapter with a song.
Ahem. Tohma is crazy
Crazy crazy crazy
Tohma is crazy
Crazy Crazier than me Gasp!
Tohma is crazy
Crazy crazy crazy
Tohma is crazy
He's clinically insane
OHHHHHHHHH
Tohma is craaaaaaaaaaaaaazy. . .
He kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiills peopllllllllllllllllllllllllle. . .
He is craAAAAAAAAAAAzzzzaaaayyyyy. . .
He virtually has NO LIFE!
Oh, Tohma is crazy
Crazy Crazy Crazy
Tohma is craaaaaaazay,
Crazy Crazjer than me HEY!
He is so crazy
He pushes people
In front of fast cars
Tohma is crazy
So crazy he's clinicaLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY INSANE!
So, anybody but me find it obvious I just got done with book #8? Um. . .now that we've extablished that indeed, it twas NOT Yuki who actually killed that one other Yuki, but Tohma did it, and Yuki just chooses to take the blame for it. Um. . .(Nyah, crap. . .) Let me just let this one little fact slip. That little fact just ruined my entire story plot. What the fuck. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! So, I had to think of an entirely new plot. Oh, and this might also be why the last chapter didn't get very far, not to mention it was prolly confusing. Sorry! ()!
In the blue days that I go through,
You're like the only gold that I see
Gleaming as a spectacular award
For the nothing that I did
How did I acquire you?
Or,
Am I just a pathetic nothing
And you're the god in all this
I can't wait to hear your opinion
But,
You're the gold in all my dark blue
My deep, malign blue that consumes me
And you're the shining star I see in
My complete path to my death
I have to keep walking this horrible path
But when I look up,
When I look up,
You're the shining star,
The glimmer of hope that I see
Lying upon the horizon line. . .
Shuichi Shindou stood in front of the door that would lead to some sort of realization that could change his life forever. The door was blue, a deep sort of sickly blue that pierced into Shuichi's painful heart. Death blue, and it was dripping down into heart and soul.
He stood there, staring with eyes glazed over at the top of the prickly door, almost expecting something to happen. The sobs and pleas coming from the other side did not seem to phase Shuichi.
I'm impulsive.
I hurt myself on a whim.
This is where I've stood
For the past few hours
The past few hours
That have been my life
My heart wrenches deep inside
Wishing it would all subside
Silently seep away
Far away from me
But I'm impulsive.
Horrendously impulsive.
And no one can save me
Save me from myself. . .