Wow six reviews...I guess i shall try to write another chapter.
yeah about the poem in the last chapter it was just some random idea that popped into my mind, so i had no time to re-write, maybe lazy maybe not, but i do like the ending Bram...and if LET us answer our review i would. -shakes fist-
oh yeah if ya have AIM my s/n is : DemonNightFright talk sometime.
now read and drop your thoughts at the little purple button at the bottom.
" I am predictably unpredictable"
-me.
Shuichi picked the slightly red razor out of his leg. He was in one of the bathroom stalls of the N.G building, only reason he came was because he needed to take a little stress off himself and this was not a place that stood out, a little cliche but was still good. Shuichi wasn't an idiot, not much anyway, a brainiac like Hiro wouldn't even think about something like this. Yes in a few ways Shuichi was an idiot, but when ut came to his little razor, he was smart. He never cut his arms, that would be too easy to see. Shuichi chose his legs, because one Yuki was almost always ignoring him, the blond writer would never notice. Two your legs are always the one getting hit by something so he could just lie.
Shuichi picked the razor up again and looked at the single drop that fell. Cocking his head to the side for a minute he stuck his tongue out and licked the blood off the sliver, cleaning it in a way. Shuichi lowered the blade back down but stopped a few centimeters to the two cuts. It was enough for now, any later the band would worry, but till next time. Till next time he played with his deadly silver lover.
... it sucks doesn't it? Hey! I was bored and nothing to do... tell me how you like this chappie or ficcy whatever so far. Short I am aware.