Chapter 10:
Wow, here's chapter 10 sorry it took so long to update. But you all should be thankful because I am doing this instead of my homework. I hope this was worth the wait.
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Chapter 10:
Hikaru looks at the door, it doesn't seem all the impressive, just a slab of wood, and some nails. Yet, it feels as if this one mere object is all that stands between him and Kaoru. He touches it lightly, the contours of his palms moving across it's smooth surface, the few rough edges knotted into the door's surface are reminders of the jagged pieces missing from Hikaru's soul. The door seems to be mocking him, he takes his hands off it quickly, and glances around the room. His friends stare back at him in pity, and silent apology, their apathy suddenly oppressive. He turns from them and glares back at the door. Those elusive beliefs, that love alone could surpass Death's out-streghted hand overwealms him, and as red splashes of rage boil up from the very depths of hell, trapping Hikaru in it's flames, these illusions swirl and intermix in the confines of his mind forcing Hikaru to explode.
He turns slowly towards the door, now no longer just a mere obstruction, no now it's as if the door is responsible for every injustice Hikaru has ever felt. With a shaking hand he reaches for the handle, his fingers lock around the cool substance and twist, but it's to no avil, the door is locked. Hikaru stares at it for a moment, sizing up his opponent. Then tentatively removes his hand from the handle, calmly he slips his hands into fists, then only after taking a deep calming breath, Hikaru starts to pound on the door, both fists slashing into the wood with furious intensity. Soon this ferous pounding is matched in equal strength by an inhuman keen rising up from Hikaru's body. Still the fist's come down, one after another, the violence of the onslaught is so intense that the boy doesn't even realise the presence of his friends, as Tamaki and Kyouya try in vain to pull him away from the door. And even when his hands are torn and bleeding, and he slides to the floor just in front of the door, it's still not enough, and the fist's keep pounding. Until his mother, who all this time had been watching in silent fear, pulls him away and he crumbles helplessly into her arms. Sobs racking his entire frame, his breath ragged, desperatly he clings to her, seeking comfort that even she can not give. Slowly she rocks him back and forth trying to ease her anxities, knowing that she if she allows her own grief to show, Hikaru will lose the last ounce of control he posses.