Sometimes I Feel Like Hurting
By: KimMi
Chapter 3
KimMi: What can I say? Atsuki-chan's one shots inspired me. Now, I must write a third chapter. : victory pose :
Clowmon: opens an eye : You did it again in the last chapter.
KimMi: Did what?
Clowmon: closes eyes again : That thing you always do when you don't know what to write next.
KimMi: still clueless : Huh?
Clowmon: closed eyes twitches : You added a new character, which will only serve to complicate the story line, which will result in you not knowing what to do next. This also results in a fic that either goes on and on until you stop writing, or a crappy unfulfilling ending.
KimMi: looks away : I don't know what you're talking about.
Clowmon: Let's point out the X-Men Evolution fic you and Raiden have been writing for that past two years. It is now well over a hundred, maybe two hundred pages long (if you could find all the pages and type them up like your supposed to) and has no end in sight.
KimMi: ignores Clowmon's horrid truth : You've been paying attention to my fics after all: smile :
Clowmon: sighs : Just shut up and write the fic like you're supposed to. I'm sure all of your readers are tried of listening to this babble.
KimMi: Fine. : pouts : Chapter three, and even if I am inspired, I still have no idea what I'm writing about. So... enjoy! u : imagine floating pink heart to the right of the wink :
"Yeah, he's here with me. Uh-huh. Yeah. I know. Yep. I'll bring him home once he's feeling better. Okay. Yeah... I know. Bye Dad." Riechi hung the phone, shaking his head. Ryo had called Henry's father a bit ago, asking if Henry was home. Since their dad didn't know Henry's was with his brother, he had gone into full panic mode. But luckily, Ryo hadn't told their dad the reason Henry had left. So Riechi had come up with the excuse that Henry wasn't feeling well, and he found him on the way home. He then continued to lie shamelessly and tell his dad that Henry was now resting peacefully in his room, and would return the young Wong in the morning.
Maybe. If Henry wasn't in the mood to go home, Riechi wasn't gonna make him.
Plopping himself on the couch of his small apartment, he contemplated the situation. In all honesty, he was shocked. Henry always seemed to be the one in control. He was the last person that Riechi would expect to dabble in something as dangerous and dark as self mutilation. Although after examining the about of scars that littered his brother's wrists, Henry didn't just 'dabble' in cutting. While they didn't cover the boy's arms, the small area that was hidden by his wristbands had scar upon scar.
The biggest question was why. Why would Henry do something like that? What would push him to do this? Well, Riechi would just have to wait until Henry woke up to get his answers.
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Ryo ran the streets of Shinjuku. Henry's father had just called and let Ryo know that the bunny tamer was with his brother. Even though Ryo had no idea what he had said wrong, he had to fix it. He just had too.
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With a sleepy mumble, Henry opened his eyes. Where was…? Oh, yeah. Riechi. He was at Riechi's apartment. His brother found him after…
He curled into a ball. He didn't want to think about it. He couldn't even imagine anymore. Ryo had torn apart every hope he had of being with the elder tamer.
Now… Henry just wanted to disappear.
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Riechi grumbled as he went to answer the furious knocking on the door. It better not be his landlady. He had already paid this month's rent for the seventh time! "Evil Hag." was muttered before he threw open the door.
"For the eightieth time, I already paid your god damn ren…t…" The Wong's yell lowered to a mumble when he saw the Akiyama kid across the hallway. It was funny almost. Ryo had a look of shock (and was that a trace of fear?) painted on his features. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"
"I need to see Henry." Ryo stepped forward, his alarm forgotten.
"First tell me what happened."
"Please, I need to see him right away."
"Not until I find out what happened."
Ryo sighed. There didn't appear to be another way. "All right. I'll tell you what I know."
They were inside the apartment now; Ryo seat on the couch and Riechi in a chair. The elder of the two had the scary 'over protective big brother' look on his face as he waited for the boy to explain.
Ryo sighed as he began his story. "Terriermon came to me earlier today and told me that Henry was cutting himself. I invited him over for dinner in hopes of finding out why. He went to the bathroom and cut himself, bad this time. I found him and wrapped it. We talked a bit, and he became really upset. Then he just got up and ran out."
"What did you two talk about?"
"Love."
"What?"
"We talked about love. That love hurt and that the pain he got cutting reminded him of that love. He said that he fell in love with the wrong person. That it was forbidden and wasn't meant to happen."
"Then?" Riechi raised an eyebrow. Was that inane thought running through his head really the reason behind all of this?
"He collapsed sobbing and told me I wouldn't know what it was like for love someone and never have them love you back. He asked me to let him go." Ryo looked at his own smooth wrist. "I told him I was his best friend and he could tell me anything. Then, he asked if we were really friends. I asked him what else we would be, and he bolted."
Riechi fell back into his seat. That inane thought running through his head really WAS the reason behind all of this. "I don't believe it."
"Riechi?"
"Tell me Ryo, how do you feel about Henry?"
"How I feel about him?"
KimMi: Okay, I have to stop it there to take a poll. Should this end A: extremely angstily, B: with lots of tears, hugs and understanding after a long night of screaming, or C: ungodly fluffy 'I love you!' 'Oh, I :heart: you too!"
Clowmon: What are the chances of the last making it if it's voted most wanted?
KimMi: Zilch because Henry's too angsty and problem ridden to simply except and "I love you" and believe it. But, if C is chosen, then probably Ryo admitting his love and then convincing Henry of his words being true with minimum effort.
Clowmon: And the chances of you just ignoring your reviewers and choosing A and possible character death?
KimMi: Depends on the number of death threats… Anyway my wonderful reviewers, please hit the pretty purple button and review. Remember, your vote could make all the difference.
Clowmon: Don' listen. Your votes mean nothing to her.
KimMi: They do too! It's because of one faithful reviewer going out of her name (she shall remain without a name) and e-mailing, asking for another chapter that I got to writing it this quick. : victory pose :
Clowmon: Send the raving psychotic her reviews so she'll end this fic within the next chapter or two and let me get on with my life.
Buh-byes
Wuv
KimMi