Sometimes I Feel Like Hurting

By: KimMi

Chapter 5

KimMi: Here it is. The last chapter of Sometimes. This is dedicated to Reichi, who without picking up Henry in part three, would have let this fic long ago. Please enjoy this final installment.

Clowmon::from where she lays half asleep: Now I can finally retire.

KimMi: I know.

Clowmon::opens an eye: What? No dramatics, no tears?

KimMi: The last chapter is so sad and fluffy. And I've been listening to Jewel's Adrian on repeat for the past half hour. Plus, this is my most popular fic and I think the best piece of fluffy angst I have ever written. This is the first fic where I truly had no idea what would happen next and had to literally force myself to write. And this is my last fic with you, my Henryo muse from the beginning. I'm not allowed to be sad?

Clowmon::lays down and goes back to ignoring her tamer: She doesn't own it. Read and review this angsty, fluffy crap so I can leave.

KimMi: Hey! That's not nice!

"Why?" Henry whispered, voice quivering. "How could you?" Ryo couldn't love him. He just couldn't!

"I don't know. I just do." Ryo stroked the smaller child's back in a comforting gesture. He himself didn't know why or how. The words simply left his mouth because those were the words he wanted to say, words Henry needed to hear.

Henry shook in the other's embrace. "I don't believe you."

Ryo sighed softly. "I know."

He whimpered. "I'm not supposed to love you."

Ryo's eyes widened. The person Henry loved, the person who caused the blue haired angel pain, was him?

"I'm the person you love?"

Henry stiffened, as the fact that he had revealed the secret to Ryo set in. Yet as Ryo continued the reassuring, gentle caresses upon his back, Henry relaxed. "Yeah."

"I love you too."

"No you don't." Henry fought with himself. Ryo didn't love him; couldn't love him, he told himself. It was a losing battle.

"Yes I do."

It would take a while, perhaps days or years, but Ryo would convince Henry that he loved the boy. Ryo wouldn't let the boy suffer any more pain. Not even by his own hands.

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"How long has it been?" Henry asked softly.

Ryo smiled a bit sadly. He knew what Henry spoke of. The younger man, no longer a boy, always asked the same question while staring at the silver blade.

"Almost three years."

"What do you think I would have done if you hadn't followed me?"

"I don't want to think about it."

Henry sighed as he ran a finger along the side of the blade. "Do you think I would still be here today?"

"I don't know."

The blue haired man nestled back when he felt two arms wrap around him from behind. "I'm glad Terriermon found out."

Ryo 'hmm-ed softly, letting his nose bury itself in the messy sapphire locks beneath him.

"I love you Ryo." The words came out shyly. The phrase was still new to his lips, but he enjoyed saying them.

"I love you too Henry."

With a smile, Henry turned and allowed Ryo to kiss him. It was one of many in the past few years, but just as sweet and loving.

Pulling away from the kiss, Ryo smiled at Henry's slight blush. "Come on. Takato and the others are waiting."

"I'll be right there Ryo."

When Ryo was gone from sight, Henry turned to look in the mirror of the vanity. Gone was the scrawny, uncertain teen of a few years back. Now the reflection of a strong, yet still delicate young man gazed back. His hair was a bit longer, as he brushed back the strands of his hair that chose to graze his cheeks, and his silver eyes as wide and innocent as ever.

Looking away from his double, Henry pulled back the sleeve of his shirt to reveal a wrist. It was still covered in scars. Some old, some newer than others stood pale against his tanned skin. Tracing the most recent one he took his blade. Pressing it to the skin, he drew one long, shallow line. For a few moments he watched the crimson line cry, his gaze following the tears that fell from the wound. Biting his lip with an almost smile he wrapped it tightly in gauze to stop the bleeding.

"Henry, are you coming?" Ryo poked his head back into the room after the bunny tamer had not initially followed.

"Yeah, I'm coming." Henry smiled at his reflection one last time before setting the blade to rest upon the vanity. He knew Ryo would see the wound as soon as he entered and would comfort the smaller. It had become routine of sorts these past few years. A tight, protective hug, a kiss to the forehead, and softly, ever so softly, whispered words of love and affection.

This time however, the blade would remain on the vanity. Never would it allow the young man to cry his crimson tears again.

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Sometimes I feel like screaming. Just throwing everything to the wind and letting it all come out in one earth shattering burst.

Sometimes I feel like crying. Ignore everyone and let it stream out in crystal drops that purify.

Sometimes I feel like hurting. Tearing away at the flesh till there's nothing left but bone.

I think I might be going crazy, but it's perfectly normal for teenagers to go through depressive periods.

It's perfectly normal to fall in love.

Love hurts.

But love's not suppose to hurt and break and be forbidden.

Love's suppose to be perfectly normal.

Sometimes I feel like hurting.

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It doesn't hurt anymore.

KimMi::sniffles: There it is. The end of Sometimes I Feel Like Hurting.

Clowmon::stands stretches and yawns: Goodbye and good riddance.

KimMi: I hate you.

Clowmon: Same here. Later. :disappears:

KimMi: Well, this is goodbye for now. If you want to donate any muses, feel free. Just, please include a bit of their personality and the fics they like to muse. Those who do, get to request a Henryo story that I will try my hardest to do. Review and send love.

buh-byes

wuv

KimMi