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Sorry about the long wait. Thanks to I Heart DM 11, Magick-Silverfang25, Hikari Rioki, Ichigo12, Smurf2005, lily and DimondPrincess for reviewing! This chapter is extremely angsty because I was really upset when I wrote it. This fanfic will have a happy ending. Please keep that in mind and don't brutally murder me when you read this chapter.
Warning: This chapter contains malexmale romance and a suicide attempt.
Misunderstood Emotions: Chapter Six
"I'm sorry about last night." Keiichiro mumbled as he absently twirled a lock of his hair between his fingers. Ryou frowned and reached to touch the bandage on Keiichiro's cheek. "You don't need to apologize Keiichiro. You were helping me… when I'm the one who should be helping you. I know you must be hurting…" he said. "I'm okay." Keiichiro said flatly. "If you're sure…" Ryou said, concern evident in his voice.
Ryou's stomach growled. "You must be hungry. You should eat something." Keiichiro said, smiling at Ryou. He smiled, but his eyes were sad. "Do you want breakfast or anything?" Ryou asked. "I'm going to shower first." Keiichiro said. "Just tell me if you need anything." Ryou called as he stood up and walked out of Keiichiro's room. Keiichiro didn't respond.
When Keiichiro was sure Ryou had gone downstairs to the kitchen, he rolled over painfully and got out of bed. He almost cried out as his entire body began to sting with fresh agony. He wanted to scream so badly. "But I can't scream…" Keiichiro always acted cheerful, but that cheerfulness was a mask that hid loneliness and fear. He never showed it when he was in pain, he kept it inside. "I'm okay…" he told himself as he began to walk towards the bathroom, his body aching.
Finally Keiichiro got to the bathroom. Theman winced when his clothes rubbed against his wounds as he ripped them off. He removed his bandages, letting the crimson stained material flutter to the floor. He filled the bathtub with steaming hot water and got in, biting his lip so hard he drew blood as the water stung his raw wounds. Keiichiro grabbed a rough cloth and began to scrub his body viciously. A cry of pain escaped him as the jagged slashes on his chest reopened. "He gave you these wounds…" A voice in his head taunted. "You're unclean… You've been used…"
Keiichiro stained the water pink with his own blood. He scrubbed in a frenzy, as if he could wash away his pain. Finally he stopped, gazing at the bloody water out of glazed eyes. "I'm… not okay…" he whispered. The pain finally took over as Keiichiro slipped under the water. He didn't intend to come back up…
To Be Continued
Noooooooo… How could I do that? I'm putting my poor sweet Keii-chan through so much pain! I'M SORRY KEII-CHAN! Anyway, I'm sorry about the short chapter. Please review.