Kyla: Hey everyone! Well, I got the idea for this chapter in school when I was bored. I thought it'd be perfect for this story!
Hiei: Gr... Must you torture me?
Kyla: Yes, now be quiet and do the disclaimer.
Hiei: Why should I?
Kyla: Fine. Kura? How about you?
Kura: Sure. Kyla does not, in any shape, form, or fashion, own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of the characters.
Kyla: Thanks, Kura.
Kura: You're welcome.
Hiei: Hn... Baka yoko... Always showing off...
Kyla: Well, I asked you if you wanted to do the disclaimer but as usual you refused.
Hiei: Hn.
Kyla: -mushroom sigh- Review and tell me what you think about this chapter, kay?
Crimson Rain
by
Kyla
Let the crimson rain fall...
Let the pain slip away.
A waterfall of blood...
To wash away the hurt.
Falling to the ground...
A bloody downpour.
It purges the world below...
A soul finds temporary peace.
As he sits in the crimson rain...
I just can't take it anymore. I'm tired, so tired, of all the jeers and jokes... And, I've finally let my pain known to Yusuke, Kuwabara, Botan, and you, Kurama... I-I don't want to face any of you, especially not right now.
I've finally come to a stop after my quick flight from that room, and I collapse, panting, onto a tree branch somewhere in the park. Curling my knees to my chest, I bury my face in my knees and bite down hard on my lip in a desperate attempt to hold back my bitter, rebellious tears.
Not a sound escapes me as I hug my knees tighter, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to shut out everything. Why did it have to be like this? Why am I so weak? Why can't I just express my feelings better?... Why all this pain in my heart? Why won't it... stop? Isn't there a way to escape this? Why..?
As I rant my angry thoughts, I feel something move on my left side, and there is a sound like something sliding that catches my attention. Snapping my head up, I managed to see my sword slowly sliding out of its sheath. For, you see, my sheath is tilted downwards from my not setting it in my lap, and my sword was slipping out.
I quickly reach down to grab it, but the hilt has fallen too far for me to catch it by that part of the sword, so my fingers tighten around the blade instead, and, with a barely noticeable wince, I bring the sword and sheath up to my lap, carefully resheathing my weapon.
Blankly, I stare at my wounded hand and watch as crimson blood oozes from the two deep cuts, one across my palm and the other over the fingers. Surprisingly, I don't feel the pain I should be feeling, and I merely sit there watching.
Seeing my own flesh bleed entrances me, and I have no reason as to why. I ick up my katana and pull it from its holder, examining the cloody blade, and tentatively, I lick away some of the sticky, thick liquid.
I know it shouldn't, but... it made me feel... better, the sensation of mt own cold blood seeping out of my hand... The pain that was in my heart left me so quickly, and I felt... better, so much better...
As I gently take the katana's hilt in my uninjured right hand, I roll up my left pant leg and experimentally press the cold, metal to my flesh. Taking a deep breath, I mentally prepare myself, then snapping my ruby eyes open, determined and hardened into a glare, a frown of concentration pulls my lips downwards.
A small hiss escapes my lips as I firmly press the blade down then drug it across my leg. I screw my eyes shut in momentary pain, but that soon melts away while my body relaxes.
Suddenly, I feel more at peace... I know that if any of my teammates find out about this, they would be very "disappointed" that I "couldn't come talk to" them about my "problems", but they are only allies, right? Nothing more, why could they care? This takes the hurt away, at least for a while... I am weak, I know, but some comfort is needed.
With a small, crazy grin, I bring the blade to my face to lick my own blood from the weapon. The metallic taste sends a slight shiver up my spine, making me feel even better.
And, my soul is at peace... temporarily... And the rain begins to fall, washing the blood away, cleaning my slate, so to say...
And the crimson blood runs down,
Dripping to the ground...
Staining the soft green grass.
Perched there is the source...
Of the crimson rain.
A poor, innocent soul...
Is releasing his hurt.
The bloody rain rages and slows...
The pain slowly retreats
To reveal a blood-soaked world...
Kyla: Hm.. seems a bit darker than what I was going for... Cutting is wrong, and I know that, and Hiei will come around, too, in later chapters, promise!
Hiei: You baka!
Kura: The next chapter will be about mine and the others' reactions to Hiei's outburst from the first chapter, right?
Kyla: Yes, indeedie. I dunno when I'll get the next chapter typed up. I'm supposed to be grounded right now... So, SH! Don't tell my dad I was on the computer, kay, Gotta go! My dad'll be home soon...
Kura: You're such a bad girl, sneaking around behind your father's back...
Kyla: I know.. .' But that is an unreasonable punishment for just not doing laundry when I was supposed to...
Hiei: Hn. Just go away now.
Kyla: Fine. Sayonara, minna-san!
Kura: Bye!
Hiei: Hn.