It seamed a perfectly normal Sunday. That's how it started at least. The sun came up, as it often dose, Toru rose with it and commenced her housework, shugure locked himself into the seclusion of his study to compose disturbing and unsuitable literature, and several hours past that Yuki finally emerged from his bed as hunger began to get the edge over lethargy.

Having, with some trouble, found his way in front of a plat of breakfast, some sense began trickling in. And at first everything did seam perfectly normal. Except...

Except where was that stupid cat? he was usually up and causing a racket by now.

Yuki looked around the room, as though expecting to find his wayward cousin hidden behind the curtain rail or some such place. Not that he iwanted/i to find him of, cause. No. Not at all. He did NOT want to see his cousin Kyo. He kept telling himself that.

Some days he even believed it.

And so the relatively normal Sunday morning passed, until the sound of a car heralded in noon, which had apparently hitchhiked.

Yuki stood, ready to greet answer the door when the driver (hopefully now walking, but you never know) rang the bell.

He never got the chance, as preceding any demands for attention from the walking driver (this being by now a reasonable assumption, as the engine had stopped some distance from the house, and few people in Japan had peddle cars these days), his cousin Kyo emerged from the stairwell. Yuki started. He had hoped all morning (though of cause he hadn't-oh no not at all) to see him, once they where face to face, their was nothing he could do but ignor him.
As is often noted, the world is a cruel but ironic place.

For once, the object of his obsessing simply stood and stared at him. He noted, in the back part of his mind that wasn't quietly drooling, that Kyo was wearing his coat, and carrying his backpack. He was going somewhere?

Then Kyo walked forward, stopping close to his cousin. He didn't say a work, his lips where pressed tight together. His eye's where shining like wet rubies.

Then he turned and left, walking out the door that Yuki had intended to answer.

It closed, and he slowly became aware of something pressed into his palm. It was a folded sheet of paper. On the outside was written:

iI'm sure you just want to throw this away, but please, if you never give me so much a thort again, read it./i

Hands shaking at the drama of the words, he unfolded the note. It was a letter:

i Yuki,

sometimes i think your an angel that fell from heaven,
though someone as perfect as you could never trip,
though together we truly did fall.

i do wonder if you'll miss me,
if somewhere somehow you already miss me.
i'm right hear, but i've gone so far from you mind,
you no longer know the person that smiles and trusts and sighs and touches.
you no longer know the person that loves.
all your memories let you see is the fights and the words that cut my sole.

but in a way i think you remember,
when you look at me with confusion written in you're eyes in a language only i can read,

and i'm sure you want to smile, but don't quite know how.

I'm going to a cold and dark place,
but the memory of your confusion when i almost see how you used to be will burn with warmth and light,
and i will struggle on,

only for you.

By the time you read this far, i'll be out that door and in that car and gone from your life forever, again. All i will see will be the cage reserved for me and my kind and the thought of your hope,
and theirs nothing even you, in your infinite perfection can do about it.

I'm sure you're confused and maybe even a little scared, and i'm to far away to explain, and for that i'm sorry. I doubt you'll ever really understand, as the only memories of what we did and felt and risked and lost that exist outside of my head are in the hands of Hatori.

No doubt you'd probably have bean happier if i'd have never said a word,
never left a thort of a tear,
and a smile,
and walked out that door never to return,
and you'd heard the door close on possibilities,
and the car engine leaving,
and never known what we'd lost.

But i had to say goodbye.
even if i'm already gone.

And so i leave you with my fondest regards,
and my hart, for as long as it beats upon this earth for it always has and will belong to you alone.

-kyo.
/i

Blood rushed in his ears.

He rushed to the door, wrenched it open, ran out onto to the porch, shouting his cosines name, and heard only to fading sound of a car carrying away is life.

He didn't know how long he stood there on the porch, and by this point it didn't much matter.

Soon after, or perhaps at the end of eternity, Shigure came to the doorway.

"He's gone, then."

He didn't respond for a wile, but then turned round, and is cousin had to look away, for he felt he might drown in the tears coursing down Yuki's cheeks.