The Final

AN: I just wrote this while listening to 'The Final' by Dir en grey; which is one of my favorite songs. BTW, this is going to be a songfic. Which the lyrics will be in Italics and also (/…/). Also I like to point out that Asato Tsuzuki is a tad bit too emo. Thanks and please leave lovely reviews cuz you love me…right? ;;;

Rated: PG-13 (for Emo-ness and talk of Suicide.)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE LYRICS OF THE SONG CALLED 'THE FINAL'. THIS WAS CREATED BY DIR EN GREY, I DON'T OWN THESE LYRICS WHAT SO EVER! I don't own the characters of Yami no Matsuei aka Descendants of Darkness what so ever also. I'm not making any money out of this so yea; it's a cold hard fact.

/The intentions is clear, I stare...with this left hand. Unable to be worded.

Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live...and I discover world being so vivid and bright/

Tears dripped down his cheeks as he held a knife in his hands, which blood ran freely down the blade and into the white carpet. He looked down, wiping his cheek and biting his lip. It was his entire fault…if it wasn't for him…

He should have never existed.

Everything about him, he wanted to get rid of. His heart beaten faster and faster, unable to control of his own emotions…

/Even loved ones scatter like peals from flowers in my hand.

So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity.

THE FINAL

One by one it multiplies...why be a sad balt./

No one understands the pain that has been in his heart for so many years. It's just the fact that he can't control the sweet temptation of the beautiful vital fluid of life that comes out of his wrist as he drags the knife over his porcelain skin, watching in amazement as the dark red fluid drip out and run down his arm. What a beautiful sight.

/Deep within the hell of my heart, I can't go back.

A self-tortured loser, not being able to see tomorrow

Suicide is the proof of life. /

Ever since Hisoka came in his life, he has to work as much as he can to keep his dark secret away…knowing the young boy was an empath. A fake smile and happy mood seemed to keep the boy away for so long…but last night he found out. Tsuzuki couldn't forgive himself for letting one mistake slip out so fast. Hisoka caught a glimpse of his wrist as stared, unable to believe it. "Tsuzuki…why?" he asked.

He didn't answer as he got up, putting on his black trench coat and going back to his Apartment complex, locking himself in his room…ignoring the phone calls and the banging at his door…it's just him and his knife…

/Even loved ones scatter like peals from flowers in my hand.

So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity.

So I can't live

What's lost can't be born again./

He grinned wildly as he pressed his lips to his wrist, kissing the wound that he cast upon himself, tasting the metal-like taste of his own life. His amethyst eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, his lips stained with blood. He killed people…and he will never be forgiven for it. He deserves to go to hell for it…He grabbed his precious knife again and cut another line deep in his skin, feeling a rush of relief over come his body…so much joy and happiness when he is with his knife…such a wonderful feeling.

/A song that's not even seeking the proof of living

Let's put an end...

THE FINAL

Let's bloom flowers of attempted suicide.../

If only he could die…

OWARI

Author's notes: Hey everyone! What did you think? This is actually my first non-lemon yaoi I typed. Oo Please leave reviews, I worked really hard on this.