Woah. so sorry about the long wait. I wanted to put a picture at the end (you'll see why when you get there) but i didn't end up finishing it and i wanted to send this in. I have the later chapter already written so you wont have to wait this long! This is where the story begins it's insane route to insanity.

Chapter 2- Je veux juste une dernire danse

"no…..NO!"

Yuya runs out of the room with her hands over her tear-filled eyes.

"Fuck…" says Kyo as he takes his hands off of Sakuya's waist and turns to the door, walking toward it.

The kitchen was buzzing with noises from Yukimura and Okuni obnoxiously laughing, and Kyoshiro talking to Benitora. The noise dies down when Yuya stumbles in the room. Okuni shoots up off the chair, somehow knowing or guessing exactly what just happened, and volunteers to drive Yuya to her place. Not Kyo's place, but Yuya's place. Although for most of the time Yuya would live at Kyo's house, she felt dignity in owning her own place as well, or at least until after the wedding that might as well now be called off. Okuni's car leaves the driveway and heads off down the road when Kyo walks in the room.

"Want to tell me what the FUCK just happened?" Asks Yukimura, still drunk
"I'm heading home, I'll catch ya later." Kyo says, surprisingly depressed, and grabs his and Yuya's coat that she forgot and drives down the road.

Mahiro and Sakuya walk in the room and sits at the table.

"Cacacacacacacacacacacaca" says Yukimuga now interested in the shininess of his fork.

Okuni opens the side-door to Yuya's house: gray shingles with a green door and black roof. She places Yuya in a chair at her wooden kitchen table and closes the door. She pulls out the chair in front of her and sits in it.

"Call it off." she says in the most honest and caring voice that Okuni can ever THINK of.
"D-d-don't say things like that." Yuya stutters between sobs. "I'm sure Kyo was just being friendly and he-"
"And I thought Kyo was the whipped one" interrupts Okuni. "Listen Yuya, Kyo will never change. You can't tie him down like other men. No matter what you do, he'll always want anyone he can't have. It's not going to stop. It didn't when you're engaged, and it won't if you're married. Do yourself a favor, and be the strong one and break it off. You're better off without him."

Yuya stares at the table for awhile. She didn't want to admit it, but it was true. What would stop Kyo from doing it again? The next day came and Yuya and Kyo hadn't spoken a word to each other. It was about four in the afternoon when Yuya finally had the courage to go back to Kyo's house, mainly afraid that she'd walk in on him and Sakuya again. But to her surprise Sakuya wasn't there, and in fact Kyo was alone watching some random movie on the television. She takes a seat of the couch adjacent to his, still with her keys in her hands and coat on.

"Look, about the other night…" says Kyo as he turns off the TV, leans forward and places his arms on his knees.
"It doesn't matter."
"What?"
"Look Kyo, I-I-I just can't."
"What are you saying Yuya?"
"I can't marry you. Y-you're a kid that just wants and wants and doesn't care how it makes others feel."
"What is this, bash Kyo-day? Are you just gonna tell me everything you ever hated about me before you tell me it's over? And I'm the one that doesn't care how others feel?"

Yuya gets up from the couch and walks to the door; opening it she stops and turns to Kyo.

"All I know, is you're the type of person that feels big from making others feel small. And I don't need that in my life anymore."
"You're a bitch Yuya" he says, actually really hurt.
"At least I'm not yours"

Sakuya was early to the diner. She flipped through her date book and waited for Yuya to arrive, after all, she did plan this meeting. She looks at her watch that read 7:02.

"Is this seat taken?" a familiar voice asks Sakuya.
"Good to see you" says Sakuya after looking up and noticing it was Yuya.

Kyo picks up the phone in his darkened kitchen and dials a number.

"Hey Kyo." Greets Yukimura on the other end of the phone.

"How'd…you?"
"Caller I.D you idiot. Now what do you want?"
"Forget it then, I was just calling you to tell you to not come tomorrow to the church."
"What about the wedding?"

"There isn't going to be one. --Pause-- Yuya called it off"
"Oh wow…dude I'm sorry Kyo."
"Forget it. I'll see you later okay?"
"Kyo…you should come over tonight."
"Um…………." Says Kyo, not quite sure where he was headed with this.
"Come over. We'll watch football, eat Chinese, and get smashed. Like old times."
"Hmph" says Kyo, with a smile forming on his face. "Old times…I could use that right now. I'll head over there in about half an hour."

Yukimura puts down the phone and steps in the shower. Coffee sat at Yuya and Sakuya's booth with various sugar packets and little packages of cream.

"I'm really sorry Yuya…you know that right?"
"Look Sakuya. I'm not mad at you."
"I made out with your to-be-husband Yuya, are you okay? You didn't hit your head did you?"
"Kyo won't be my husband, I broke it off."
"Oh my god Yuya I'm so sorry."
"I'm not. You just opened up and showed me what Kyo really is, not the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Look." Yuya looks to the side and begins to smile. "I thought I couldn't live without him, I thought he was everything. But what I just realized was that was the life I wanted was without him. Kyo's gone, and now…I'm free."

Yuya smiles and does that thing that little kids do when they see the amusement park from a car window, and grabs her cup of coffee. She brings it to her mouth but doesn't drink; after all, it's hard to drink with a smile of pure joy. Kyo reaches the door to Yukimura's house and switches the hand which the brown bag full of liquor is in to open the door. Yukimura was a CEO of a very highly regarded cocaine industry. But outside the "underground" he was known as the president to one of the largest porn companies in the nation. Kyo walks in the house without ringing the door bell and steps into the kitchen. Funny, why weren't the lights on? Taking the bottles of sake out of the bag and placing the bag on the floor, Kyo goes to step into Yukimura's bedroom, which was beside the kitchen, and stops--Freeze--It's one of those times when a cup is falling of a table and it's almost as if your life is in slow-motion. Eyes tense, adrenaline's pumped, and words cease to have sound. The lighting's harsh and it's a little hard to see, but Kyo manages to see Yukimura on his bed. His arms are tied to the bed posts so he's stretched out. His chest is sliced open, knife wounds of various sizes, and so are his arms. Blood is running over the already dried parts on his skin and onto the sheets. Yukimura's head dangles aimlessly, he wasn't dead, yet anyway, but the wounds weren't old. If that wasn't enough, stained on the wall behind Yukimura's bed with his own blood, were these words, "Red star"

Hope you liked it, and ill put up the picture sometime later. I'll continue it alot sooner than last time. Hope you liked it. THERE IS NO TURNING BACK FROM THE INSANITY!