He stood on the threshold of death. Staring down into the icy depths that would soon steal away his life.

A warm breeze broke the eerie calm of the morning landscape, sending ripples over the surface of the lake. Each fold in the water reflected the suns beauty, and it sent a chill down his spine.

The stone he held in his arms was heavy, like the burden he had to carry. No longer.

He hated being his toy, his emotional plaything. He wanted out, and this was the only way he could see fit.

His eyes were still heavy with morning sleep. Faint circles traced his eyes, telling of nights without rest. He had dreamed for this moment.

He hated Akito for taking his childhood, and mentally torturing him. He hated being looked up to as the rat. It wasn't his choice to be born, let alone being a freak.

A small tear rolled down his cheek as the years with Tohru came back to him.

In two short years, she had done a lot. Not just for him, but for all of the juunishi.

His mind reeled as he contemplated his feelings. Sure he wanted out, but what about everyone else?

How would Hatsuharu-kun react? And the little ones? What about Tohru?

He didn't want to think about it anymore.

Not after he had lost Kyo-kun. Even though he didn't always know it, he had become good friends with the stupid cat.

There was a large splash as Yuki plunged headfirst into the water – Stone and all.

He could feel his breath slowly leaving him. The pressure of the water around him was soon all consuming.

His head felt tight. Almost like it was being squeezed like an orange. His vision began to blur, and water finally entered his burning lungs.

It hurt so badly, but it was nothing compared to what Akito could do.

Most especially with that room.

The room that he had been locked in, beat in, and wounded. Not all of them healed, not the emotional wounds.

And now, his feet hit the bottom of the lake, as his last gasp for air sealed his fate.