Hello! I'm back with another weird fic! This one was written amongst annoying little 3rd and 4th graders buzzing around me (Did they actually notice that it was ConradxYuuri?). Plus, I was in an angsty-mood after I learned that I had to attend a new school and all my friends are staying in the old one. (I sacrificed my summer vacation to those brats to go back to school and meet my friends just to learn that, hello- I'm not going to the same school) So, this might sound weird… (Nervous laugh)

Sorry for the rambling;;

NOTE: Boy's Love themes. And I don't own KKM. Wish I did… (Far eyes)

Self-Inflicted Scars and a Kiss

By Tyath

Slash. A cut was made. Another slash. Another cut was made. It wasn't such a surprise that a man like him would have scars. After all, for a soldier like him, it was rather common to have scars. But these cuts were self-inflicted. With is pocket knife, he made cuts on his left arm. The cuts felt somewhat good. His pains were taken away, if not temporarily, at least. Maybe that was it. The physical pain he had eased his emotional pain.

Not a soul would notice his scars. He made sure of that. He always wore long-sleeved shirts and jackets. No one would see his brutally cut arms underneath those long sleeves. Not even his king. Especially not his king. He would not dare to make his king worry, even a bit.

He could not remember exactly when he had started cutting himself. He knew that it happened after Julia was gone. He had no reason to back then. Was it right after her death? What he knew was that he did this when he was in deep, deep, pain, after all. He had stopped for awhile when Yuuri came to this world, but tonight, the pain was too great to be only dealt with chanting of peace-spell in his mind.

Even his iron-hard smiling face had to come off sometime. It couldn't stay forever on his face. It was because of the promise he made. He was crying now, though. No use trying to keep that promise when he was alone. Most people would have been surprised if he cried, for no apparent reason. Or ones that they didn't know.

It was the dead of the night, and Conrad Weller was crying, cutting himself with his pocket knife. He was deeply, deeply, in pain.

He didn't know when the pain had started or how. But recently, it pained him to realize that Yuuri could never be his. Possessive? Possibly. It pained him that Yuuri could never possibly love him back, in the way Conrad had felt- loving him as a lover, neither as a guardian nor a mentor. It would be impossible.

The more he thought about it, the more he slipped into his own deadly marsh of thoughts. As the blood kept flowing out of his veins, he was there, with his blank expression that didn't yield a bit of his heart. His perhaps empty heart. He was so oblivious to his surroundings that he didn't even notice Yuuri had come into his doors. Why was Yuuri in Conrad's room at such a late hour? Yuuri had become a frequent visitor to Conrad's room at night. Whenever Yuuri felt uneasy before going to bed or had difficulty sleeping, he always visited Conrad.

"Conrad…" Yuuri whispered the brown-haired man's name. His black eyes reflected pain, confusion, and sadness.

Yuuri slowly walked across the room towards Conrad, who then noticed Yuuri's presence, breaking away from his blankness.

"Why?" Yuuri asked, worried.

"It's nothing. I'm okay." Conrad replied dryly, trying to cut Yuuri off. But seriously, you can't cut off a person that found you cutting yourself.

"No! You're not okay! What happened? What's wrong? Why did you cut yourself? Tell me!" Yuuri demanded to Conrad.

"…I…My emotion…pain.." Conrad barely whispered out the words.

"Why?"

"…"

"Please…Don't anymore… I don't want you to be in any pain…" Yuuri choked out the words, trying not to cry.

Then, Yuuri put his lips on conrad's scarred arms. When Yuuri lifted up his head, his lips were a little bloody with Conrad's blood.

"When I was hurt when I was little, my mom would always kiss my wounds like this to heal it faster." Yuuri smiled innocently as he told Conrad.

"Heika…" Conrad said faintly as he Yuuri sat on his lap.

"…Call me by my name Conrad… you named me." Yuuri said it in a bittersweet tone, like his smile, that he was smiling now.

"Yuuri…" Conrad whispered the young king's name. Still, the shock of the simple kiss didn't leave him. Did Yuuri feel the same ways as him? Or was it out of the naive belief hoping that his mentor healed faster?

"…Please don't do this to yourself anymore. Please don't do this to me… …It hurts for me to see you doing this to yourself. Please, Conrad…" Yuuri's words, rang through Conrad.

Conrad nodded his head and added a sincere "yes."

He didn't think he could deny the black-haired king. He smiled faintly, as Yuuri tightened his embrace.

Ever since then, no self- inflicted scars were ever seen on Conrad's body. Yuuri had made sure of it.

Whenever Conrad felt pained, he remembered the healing kiss.

And he didn't think he could cut himself ever again.

HI! Thanks for reading it this far! I thank you for your patience! If it was weird, I'm sorry;;

Please give out constructive critisms, if you wish to.

I wrote this on paper originally and was looking for a perfect time to type this and today seemed to be right… After all, I'm going BTS on the 25th… TT…

AHHHHHH, by the way, the pop-ups in my comp aren't working… So I can't do anything about it…

Thanks to:

Kalili

Glitter Tramp

Raserei Hojo

koku-kirin

Jingle

RuByMoOn17

Rin-chan

For reviewing on the last2 fics… I got feedbacks!

So much ramblings;; Thanks!