Disclaimer: Gravi isn't mine. It belongs to the great, the wonderful, Maki Murakami. I just borrow her characters for a while to torture. ^_~
A/N: Haha! I'm not dead! And I'm updating again! lol, and no, I did not and will not ever abandon this fic. It just takes me a while to update sometimes.
Warning: Um, this chapter might be offensive to some people and it might disturb others. So read at your own choice and don't read if you don't want to, as always. Um, enjoy? (Oh, and million sorries for the LONG delay!! And I can't even blame it on writer's block! It was just me. Sorry.)
Disillusionment
Chapter 9-Bleeding
As he fumbled for keys with shaking hands, Shuichi was gasping as the calmness that denial brought slowly seeped away. Finally finding the right one, it took the trembling boy a few tries to get it into the keyhole that was blurred in his teary vision.
Slamming open the door, Shuichi looked around and registered the silence. Yuki wasn't home. As he dug his shoes off, the boy glanced around the apartment wildly. He needed Yuki. Where was he?
Shuichi began to hiccup, a warning of the sobs that were just about to burst from him. After slamming the door shut behind him, Shuichi's feet guided him through the apartment until he got to the bathroom down the hall from Yuki's room. His mind wandered over tiny things; a coffee stain left on the kitchen counter that was visible from way over by the hall closet from the time where Yuki had 'distracted' Shuichi as he was trying to pour a cup of coffee for his lover.
Locking the bathroom door behind him with a loud, echoing click, Shuichi turned on the sink and listened to the water run for a few minutes until he was sure it would be icy cold.
Ripping the bandage off of his cheek, Shuichi noticed how perfect the still-painful cut looked. It was a thin line starting from the middle of his left cheek and curving up slightly as it moved up to the side of his face until it faded away just a little before it reached his pink hair. Shuichi leaned forward more until his breath was fogging up the mirror as he used his fingertips to lightly trace around his cheek.
There was a slight, almost unnoticeable purple tinge to the skin. Shaking his head slightly, Shuichi's lips curved up the tiniest fraction. He wasn't mad at Yuki for it. If anything, he was glad. Yuki had hit him…but he knew his lover hadn't meant it. Yuki had been so guilty right afterwards that Shuichi knew he had to forgive him. The guilt in those gold eyes had been unbearable, but also proved in a roundabout way that his lover did care for him.
Which was why he couldn't tell Yuki. The blond would be so consumed by guilt if he ever knew about…
Shuichi splashed his face with the freezing water. It seemed soothing. Harshly scrubbing his face, Shuichi avoided looking in the mirror anymore. Finally turning the water off after practically drowning himself in the sink, Shuichi hung onto the rim for a few minutes as his soaked bangs dripped water and his harsh breathing filled the room.
Finally, he grabbed a towel with still shaking fingers and sank down to the cold tile. Burying his face in the soft cloth, the tears finally came. But in contrast to his usual whiney tears, these were silent. Just hot salty water running down in steady streams from blank violet eyes.
'What…what am I going to do…?' the thought trailed off and faded. Trying to make himself think about…it…only made fresh tears spring to his eyes. He had dashed home, wishing only to throw himself into his lover's arms and sob his heart out, but it hadn't it occurred to him that Yuki wouldn't be home.
Loneliness. The bathroom, which was already luxuriantly spacious, seemed huge and Shuichi sat on the ground with his legs drawn up to his chest, the towel on the ground, forgotten.
"Yuki…?" the boy whispered, forgetting that he was alone. Or maybe he was just voicing his longing for the man to come and comfort him,
"Yuki!" Shuichi yelled, eyes squeezed tightly shut. It was all too much. The loneliness, the fear, and the hopeless despair that he was trying unsuccessfully to ward off. They hit too suddenly and to fiercely after the numbness of denial.
Pain suddenly registered. There was a sharp sting on the side of his cheek. Shuichi lifted his fingers to it and felt slippery wetness. Opening his eyes, he stared at his bloody fingers. Slowly standing, he went to the mirror and looked into it.
The wound had opened again and was bleeding profusely. His tears stung it and sharp stabs of pain emanated from the wound. Shuichi winced at a particularly bad sting. Then, an idea slowly dawned on him. Fingers trailed to the cut again, hovering over it but never touching. It was fascinating, the blood and pain coming from the wound. Shuichi's eyes drifted closed peacefully.
It was leaving him? There was so much pain coming from that little wound. Maybe…maybe if there was a bigger one…even more pain would leave him…?
It was a thrilling idea. Part of Shuichi wanted to test it out right away, already convinced that it would work and he'd be able to get rid of all the despair, hopelessness, and pain bottled up inside of him. The other, much smaller part was reasonable. It was scared. He was scared.
Opening his eyes, Shuichi looked around the bathroom. His eyes fell on Yuki's antique, almost ornamental razor. It was polished steel with a handle of rope coiled around the smooth, blunt end. The sharp end was flat and came to a gleaming point.
Shaking fingers crept towards the shiny blade and it seemed like an eternity before they reached the coarse handle. Cautiously laying one finger on it, Shuichi shuddered again and started to pick it up soundlessly. At the last moment, it fell from his hands and clattered back onto the cold, white ceramic sink, falling over the edge and landing on the ground with a noise that seemed to echo.
Shuichi had jumped back from the blade when it fell and now he shrank backwards even more, his back pressed against the wall. But, eventually, he reached a shaking hand back towards the silver razor again.
This time, his right hand wrapped around it firmly.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back against the wall near the sink, Shuichi stared dazedly down at his forearm resting in his lap, the creamy white skin of the underside facing up. He could make out thin, bluish blood vessels at his wrist and on the inside of his elbow. Both were tempting.
But if he wanted a wound that would pour out enough blood, and the pain with it… The silver tip of the blade moved towards his wrist. Shuichi's hand stilled as he laid the flat side of the blade on his skin. It was cold, very cold. He hesitated.
Shuichi's breathing became incredibly harsh and loud. Trying to calm himself, he realized he could hear his own heart beat in his ears.
He was nervous.
This was the first time he had ever tried anything like this. He had heard that it helped from…someone. He couldn't remember. Someone he knew and trusted had told him it helped. And right now, that's what he believed. That it would work. But…how to do it?
Shuichi didn't know if he wanted to die. What if…what if he actually did die like this?
No. No, he didn't want to die just then, of course not.
'Then…what am I doing…?'
A tendril of panic began to seep into his mind and Shuichi considered dropping the blade and rushing out to Yuki's room to roll into a little ball under the warm covers of the large bed to wait for his lover to get home.
But there was no way that Shuichi wanted to go like that. The way that some people who had gotten this dreaded thing went. After being drenched in radiation in an effort to help. And the people who 'survived' but were only half-alive or worse. And stories of people who suffered and suffered only to finally die, which would often turn out to be a blessed end to their final, pain-filled months or even years.
Shuichi didn't want to go like that. Any other way, including this one would be better. And who knows, it might actually help. Even though Shuichi's memories of a when the he had just heard the news, less than an hour before, were a bit blurred, he could definitely recall something about blood. That his blood was infected? Well, if he just got rid of whatever bad stuff was in it…
Reassuring himself that it would work, he gritted his teeth and brought the blade to his wrist. Then, with a slight frown, trailed it up to the crook of his elbow to the pale skin inside. It tickled.
Staring unblinkingly down, the singer's jaw unclenched so he could bite his lip. Squeezing his eyes shut, he indecisively opened them again and focused them straight up at the ceiling instead.
So with his arm cradled in his lap and eyes trained on the ceiling, Shuichi pressed the blade down firmly to make a discreet one inch cut into the crease of his elbow. Gritting his teeth at the sharp pain, Shuichi pressed the blade deeper and forced his eyes to stay on the ceiling even as his gasps of pain were magnified in his ears.
Shifting his sweaty grip on the handle, Shuichi suddenly felt hot liquid flow over his hand from the cut and dropped the razor with a loud clatter in surprise. Looking down before he could stop himself, Shuichi paled and a wave of nausea hit him as he saw the amount of vividly ruby blood flooding from his open wound. There was so much!
Grabbing a small white washcloth, he held it to his elbow trying to stop the flow. By now, the pain was gone. Shuichi's hot blood felt infinitely hotter on his now cold and numb arm. His whole body was becoming cold and numb. The room was spinning.
Overwhelmed by dizziness, Shuichi fell to the floor and curled on his side protectively around his arm. The washcloth fell from his hand, soaked with a bright, dripping red and Shuichi's blood ran freely from the open wound and pooled around him. There were redish streaks all over the tile floor that had been speckles white only minutes before.
Shuichi's head felt light. It was a combination between falling and floating. It wasn't unpleasant. But when his vision began to darken, Shuichi started to panic. 'Yuki? Yuki!'
With a groan, Shuichi managed to get to his feet but the lack of blood and another bout of dizziness sent him crashing to his knees. Crying out, the boy clawed desperately at the door handle as he fell. Somehow, it opened.
Shuichi's last coherent thought before the darkness eating away at his vision swallowed him was a desperate plea for Yuki. Then he fell lifelessly to the floor.
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Um...so? How was it? This part made me cry while I was writing it. I hope I got Shuichi's total naiveness down, because that's what I was aiming for. His confusion, innocence, all that good stuff.
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Reviews!! (WOW! Geez, you guys are really spoiling me with all these reviews. ^_^ Keep 'em coming!)
mirai aria: Well, I don't know much about TB, so I can't write that. And Shu? Commit Shuichi? Noooo! My poor Shu-chan! *huggles and steals from Eiri*
izumi: Aww, but I'm in love with angst! Sorry! Don't worry, there'll be fluff soon. Angst is too sad without fluff. ^_^
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 1): lol, sure. Toss in keep reviewing, though!
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 2): Arigatou!!
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 3): ^_^
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 4): hehe, thanks! (Well, I'm getting a lot, from you, lol. But I'm already dying of happiness from the ones I have. *dies*)
Rimiko: Kill Shu-chan?! lol, thanks.
Burned Vamp: ...getting spanked by Hiro? I'm not sure if that should be a nightmare or a daydream. Hey!!! Stop encouraging my gutter mind! =P
Bisexual Pygmy: good sad or bad sad? O.o;
Krisskittie: *falls over from glomp* Oof! You love Tohma? Well, I guess I can't be too mean to him then. ^_~ You saw Gravi?! Kyaaa!! I'm so jealous!!! Um...lol ^_^; Well, you'll see what happens. And you guessed my secret! I am a sadistical author! D Hehe. Yay! I'm good at writing angst? *super flying glomps YOU* Yay! That's so cool! Hm...Tohma/Ryuichi...? You'll see what happens between those two later on... Or maybe Tatsuha. I dunno. Ryu's a slut?! Does he even know what slut means?! Has anyone even HAD the birds and bees talk with Ryuichi?? @_@ rofl
Black Dios: lol, pleased to meet ya Red Moon! hehe
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 5): lol!
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 6): you'll see....
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch.7): eep. he is. .;
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch.8): Busy? Kinda. But it's mostly writer's block and stuff. Die writer's block!! *stabs writer's block*
kawaiidark: whoops. I'm gonna kill someone with all my cliffies?! Hang on! Don't fall!
:): lol, evil cliffhangers=fun! For me at least. Hehehe
god_damned: Eep, I killed someone? Aw crap. Now I have to run from police. *runs away*
Kaede Yuki: Aww, tissue? ^_^ Here, have a box of tissues. Plenty more angst and stuff later on!
Anna Sartin: Yeah, didn't really turn out how I expected either! hehe
TsuyaKK: Tissue? ^_^
Kadzuki Fuchoin: thanks! ...I think? D Hehe, I'm getting called evil a lot, lol. Now is that a good thing or a bad thing? D
CassiToTheStars: .; Eep. Did I make you wait too long? Are you passed out? Sorry! *drags into room where author deposits Sakano when he passes out* ^_^
Megamie: lol, let's see how Yuki handles it. That's going to be a fun reaction. .;
Pato San: Thanks for pointing that out. I guess it is a little unrealistic, right? Hopefully no one else notices, heeheehee. Well, I guess maybe it's kinda AU? Or maybe it's just some weird medical case where it's possible. There's always some exceptions, so this can be one of them. It's anime-world. Anything's possible! ^_^ (Sorry for the pathetic excuses, but I really don't have a good answer. Thanks for pointing that out, though. I really appreciate it!)
Ikari Shinji-kun: I just loooooove evil cliffies. They're so much fun! ^_^
Stormy1x2: Yep, totally right. I'm pure evil? I'm hurt! D (lol, I was just joking)
Kuroi Bara no Twilight: lol, I love angst too. Isn't it wonderful? And I wouldn't call it torture. Um, just...okay, maybe it is. ^_^; Hey, but it's for the good of the fandom.
GoldenWings: I want to cuddle with Shuichi too! Wahh!!
Natsume: Wow! Thank you! Ack, you reviewers ARE spoiling me. ^_^;
:): ...? But if I kill Shuichi, then you get his corpse? Ewww.... lol, j/k. ^_^; I also have my friends to thank for both my anime obsession and my twisted mind. Hehe
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Um...I'm kinda confused. So there are two ':)' people now?? @_@ I'm so lost...
Anyway, review!! I still love every single one of them!
A/N: Haha! I'm not dead! And I'm updating again! lol, and no, I did not and will not ever abandon this fic. It just takes me a while to update sometimes.
Warning: Um, this chapter might be offensive to some people and it might disturb others. So read at your own choice and don't read if you don't want to, as always. Um, enjoy? (Oh, and million sorries for the LONG delay!! And I can't even blame it on writer's block! It was just me. Sorry.)
Disillusionment
Chapter 9-Bleeding
As he fumbled for keys with shaking hands, Shuichi was gasping as the calmness that denial brought slowly seeped away. Finally finding the right one, it took the trembling boy a few tries to get it into the keyhole that was blurred in his teary vision.
Slamming open the door, Shuichi looked around and registered the silence. Yuki wasn't home. As he dug his shoes off, the boy glanced around the apartment wildly. He needed Yuki. Where was he?
Shuichi began to hiccup, a warning of the sobs that were just about to burst from him. After slamming the door shut behind him, Shuichi's feet guided him through the apartment until he got to the bathroom down the hall from Yuki's room. His mind wandered over tiny things; a coffee stain left on the kitchen counter that was visible from way over by the hall closet from the time where Yuki had 'distracted' Shuichi as he was trying to pour a cup of coffee for his lover.
Locking the bathroom door behind him with a loud, echoing click, Shuichi turned on the sink and listened to the water run for a few minutes until he was sure it would be icy cold.
Ripping the bandage off of his cheek, Shuichi noticed how perfect the still-painful cut looked. It was a thin line starting from the middle of his left cheek and curving up slightly as it moved up to the side of his face until it faded away just a little before it reached his pink hair. Shuichi leaned forward more until his breath was fogging up the mirror as he used his fingertips to lightly trace around his cheek.
There was a slight, almost unnoticeable purple tinge to the skin. Shaking his head slightly, Shuichi's lips curved up the tiniest fraction. He wasn't mad at Yuki for it. If anything, he was glad. Yuki had hit him…but he knew his lover hadn't meant it. Yuki had been so guilty right afterwards that Shuichi knew he had to forgive him. The guilt in those gold eyes had been unbearable, but also proved in a roundabout way that his lover did care for him.
Which was why he couldn't tell Yuki. The blond would be so consumed by guilt if he ever knew about…
Shuichi splashed his face with the freezing water. It seemed soothing. Harshly scrubbing his face, Shuichi avoided looking in the mirror anymore. Finally turning the water off after practically drowning himself in the sink, Shuichi hung onto the rim for a few minutes as his soaked bangs dripped water and his harsh breathing filled the room.
Finally, he grabbed a towel with still shaking fingers and sank down to the cold tile. Burying his face in the soft cloth, the tears finally came. But in contrast to his usual whiney tears, these were silent. Just hot salty water running down in steady streams from blank violet eyes.
'What…what am I going to do…?' the thought trailed off and faded. Trying to make himself think about…it…only made fresh tears spring to his eyes. He had dashed home, wishing only to throw himself into his lover's arms and sob his heart out, but it hadn't it occurred to him that Yuki wouldn't be home.
Loneliness. The bathroom, which was already luxuriantly spacious, seemed huge and Shuichi sat on the ground with his legs drawn up to his chest, the towel on the ground, forgotten.
"Yuki…?" the boy whispered, forgetting that he was alone. Or maybe he was just voicing his longing for the man to come and comfort him,
"Yuki!" Shuichi yelled, eyes squeezed tightly shut. It was all too much. The loneliness, the fear, and the hopeless despair that he was trying unsuccessfully to ward off. They hit too suddenly and to fiercely after the numbness of denial.
Pain suddenly registered. There was a sharp sting on the side of his cheek. Shuichi lifted his fingers to it and felt slippery wetness. Opening his eyes, he stared at his bloody fingers. Slowly standing, he went to the mirror and looked into it.
The wound had opened again and was bleeding profusely. His tears stung it and sharp stabs of pain emanated from the wound. Shuichi winced at a particularly bad sting. Then, an idea slowly dawned on him. Fingers trailed to the cut again, hovering over it but never touching. It was fascinating, the blood and pain coming from the wound. Shuichi's eyes drifted closed peacefully.
It was leaving him? There was so much pain coming from that little wound. Maybe…maybe if there was a bigger one…even more pain would leave him…?
It was a thrilling idea. Part of Shuichi wanted to test it out right away, already convinced that it would work and he'd be able to get rid of all the despair, hopelessness, and pain bottled up inside of him. The other, much smaller part was reasonable. It was scared. He was scared.
Opening his eyes, Shuichi looked around the bathroom. His eyes fell on Yuki's antique, almost ornamental razor. It was polished steel with a handle of rope coiled around the smooth, blunt end. The sharp end was flat and came to a gleaming point.
Shaking fingers crept towards the shiny blade and it seemed like an eternity before they reached the coarse handle. Cautiously laying one finger on it, Shuichi shuddered again and started to pick it up soundlessly. At the last moment, it fell from his hands and clattered back onto the cold, white ceramic sink, falling over the edge and landing on the ground with a noise that seemed to echo.
Shuichi had jumped back from the blade when it fell and now he shrank backwards even more, his back pressed against the wall. But, eventually, he reached a shaking hand back towards the silver razor again.
This time, his right hand wrapped around it firmly.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back against the wall near the sink, Shuichi stared dazedly down at his forearm resting in his lap, the creamy white skin of the underside facing up. He could make out thin, bluish blood vessels at his wrist and on the inside of his elbow. Both were tempting.
But if he wanted a wound that would pour out enough blood, and the pain with it… The silver tip of the blade moved towards his wrist. Shuichi's hand stilled as he laid the flat side of the blade on his skin. It was cold, very cold. He hesitated.
Shuichi's breathing became incredibly harsh and loud. Trying to calm himself, he realized he could hear his own heart beat in his ears.
He was nervous.
This was the first time he had ever tried anything like this. He had heard that it helped from…someone. He couldn't remember. Someone he knew and trusted had told him it helped. And right now, that's what he believed. That it would work. But…how to do it?
Shuichi didn't know if he wanted to die. What if…what if he actually did die like this?
No. No, he didn't want to die just then, of course not.
'Then…what am I doing…?'
A tendril of panic began to seep into his mind and Shuichi considered dropping the blade and rushing out to Yuki's room to roll into a little ball under the warm covers of the large bed to wait for his lover to get home.
But there was no way that Shuichi wanted to go like that. The way that some people who had gotten this dreaded thing went. After being drenched in radiation in an effort to help. And the people who 'survived' but were only half-alive or worse. And stories of people who suffered and suffered only to finally die, which would often turn out to be a blessed end to their final, pain-filled months or even years.
Shuichi didn't want to go like that. Any other way, including this one would be better. And who knows, it might actually help. Even though Shuichi's memories of a when the he had just heard the news, less than an hour before, were a bit blurred, he could definitely recall something about blood. That his blood was infected? Well, if he just got rid of whatever bad stuff was in it…
Reassuring himself that it would work, he gritted his teeth and brought the blade to his wrist. Then, with a slight frown, trailed it up to the crook of his elbow to the pale skin inside. It tickled.
Staring unblinkingly down, the singer's jaw unclenched so he could bite his lip. Squeezing his eyes shut, he indecisively opened them again and focused them straight up at the ceiling instead.
So with his arm cradled in his lap and eyes trained on the ceiling, Shuichi pressed the blade down firmly to make a discreet one inch cut into the crease of his elbow. Gritting his teeth at the sharp pain, Shuichi pressed the blade deeper and forced his eyes to stay on the ceiling even as his gasps of pain were magnified in his ears.
Shifting his sweaty grip on the handle, Shuichi suddenly felt hot liquid flow over his hand from the cut and dropped the razor with a loud clatter in surprise. Looking down before he could stop himself, Shuichi paled and a wave of nausea hit him as he saw the amount of vividly ruby blood flooding from his open wound. There was so much!
Grabbing a small white washcloth, he held it to his elbow trying to stop the flow. By now, the pain was gone. Shuichi's hot blood felt infinitely hotter on his now cold and numb arm. His whole body was becoming cold and numb. The room was spinning.
Overwhelmed by dizziness, Shuichi fell to the floor and curled on his side protectively around his arm. The washcloth fell from his hand, soaked with a bright, dripping red and Shuichi's blood ran freely from the open wound and pooled around him. There were redish streaks all over the tile floor that had been speckles white only minutes before.
Shuichi's head felt light. It was a combination between falling and floating. It wasn't unpleasant. But when his vision began to darken, Shuichi started to panic. 'Yuki? Yuki!'
With a groan, Shuichi managed to get to his feet but the lack of blood and another bout of dizziness sent him crashing to his knees. Crying out, the boy clawed desperately at the door handle as he fell. Somehow, it opened.
Shuichi's last coherent thought before the darkness eating away at his vision swallowed him was a desperate plea for Yuki. Then he fell lifelessly to the floor.
~*~
Um...so? How was it? This part made me cry while I was writing it. I hope I got Shuichi's total naiveness down, because that's what I was aiming for. His confusion, innocence, all that good stuff.
~*~
Reviews!! (WOW! Geez, you guys are really spoiling me with all these reviews. ^_^ Keep 'em coming!)
mirai aria: Well, I don't know much about TB, so I can't write that. And Shu? Commit Shuichi? Noooo! My poor Shu-chan! *huggles and steals from Eiri*
izumi: Aww, but I'm in love with angst! Sorry! Don't worry, there'll be fluff soon. Angst is too sad without fluff. ^_^
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 1): lol, sure. Toss in keep reviewing, though!
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 2): Arigatou!!
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 3): ^_^
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 4): hehe, thanks! (Well, I'm getting a lot, from you, lol. But I'm already dying of happiness from the ones I have. *dies*)
Rimiko: Kill Shu-chan?! lol, thanks.
Burned Vamp: ...getting spanked by Hiro? I'm not sure if that should be a nightmare or a daydream. Hey!!! Stop encouraging my gutter mind! =P
Bisexual Pygmy: good sad or bad sad? O.o;
Krisskittie: *falls over from glomp* Oof! You love Tohma? Well, I guess I can't be too mean to him then. ^_~ You saw Gravi?! Kyaaa!! I'm so jealous!!! Um...lol ^_^; Well, you'll see what happens. And you guessed my secret! I am a sadistical author! D Hehe. Yay! I'm good at writing angst? *super flying glomps YOU* Yay! That's so cool! Hm...Tohma/Ryuichi...? You'll see what happens between those two later on... Or maybe Tatsuha. I dunno. Ryu's a slut?! Does he even know what slut means?! Has anyone even HAD the birds and bees talk with Ryuichi?? @_@ rofl
Black Dios: lol, pleased to meet ya Red Moon! hehe
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 5): lol!
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch. 6): you'll see....
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch.7): eep. he is. .;
StrawberryPockyPoo (ch.8): Busy? Kinda. But it's mostly writer's block and stuff. Die writer's block!! *stabs writer's block*
kawaiidark: whoops. I'm gonna kill someone with all my cliffies?! Hang on! Don't fall!
:): lol, evil cliffhangers=fun! For me at least. Hehehe
god_damned: Eep, I killed someone? Aw crap. Now I have to run from police. *runs away*
Kaede Yuki: Aww, tissue? ^_^ Here, have a box of tissues. Plenty more angst and stuff later on!
Anna Sartin: Yeah, didn't really turn out how I expected either! hehe
TsuyaKK: Tissue? ^_^
Kadzuki Fuchoin: thanks! ...I think? D Hehe, I'm getting called evil a lot, lol. Now is that a good thing or a bad thing? D
CassiToTheStars: .; Eep. Did I make you wait too long? Are you passed out? Sorry! *drags into room where author deposits Sakano when he passes out* ^_^
Megamie: lol, let's see how Yuki handles it. That's going to be a fun reaction. .;
Pato San: Thanks for pointing that out. I guess it is a little unrealistic, right? Hopefully no one else notices, heeheehee. Well, I guess maybe it's kinda AU? Or maybe it's just some weird medical case where it's possible. There's always some exceptions, so this can be one of them. It's anime-world. Anything's possible! ^_^ (Sorry for the pathetic excuses, but I really don't have a good answer. Thanks for pointing that out, though. I really appreciate it!)
Ikari Shinji-kun: I just loooooove evil cliffies. They're so much fun! ^_^
Stormy1x2: Yep, totally right. I'm pure evil? I'm hurt! D (lol, I was just joking)
Kuroi Bara no Twilight: lol, I love angst too. Isn't it wonderful? And I wouldn't call it torture. Um, just...okay, maybe it is. ^_^; Hey, but it's for the good of the fandom.
GoldenWings: I want to cuddle with Shuichi too! Wahh!!
Natsume: Wow! Thank you! Ack, you reviewers ARE spoiling me. ^_^;
:): ...? But if I kill Shuichi, then you get his corpse? Ewww.... lol, j/k. ^_^; I also have my friends to thank for both my anime obsession and my twisted mind. Hehe
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Um...I'm kinda confused. So there are two ':)' people now?? @_@ I'm so lost...
Anyway, review!! I still love every single one of them!