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Chapter 2- Missing (Evanescence)
(Yuki's POV)
That baka has been gone for a week now and we none can find him. Not that I would tell anyone this, but it has been a bit more peaceful without him here. Tohru still cries at night, but I think she's coming into slow acceptance that he will not come back until he feels he is ready, though I can tell she blames herself for his leaving. We will call the main house tonight; they should know he has been gone for so long.
(Haru's POV)
We just got the call that Kyo has been missing for a week. A week! Do the others not realize that he may be dead by now! Goddammit! You would think Kyo would think before running off like this. What if finally left for good? Why, Kyo? Why have you left me…?
Well maybe I should explain the reason for my concern.
Though most believe that I am infatuated with Yuki, this is not true. I have always loved Kyo, but never let it be known due to the fact that I was not brave enough to listen to my heart or open my self to vulnerability, due to my love for the cat. Though I may be exiled due to my alternate personality, I still am not nearly as looked down upon as Kyo.
If only I had told him this, he would still be at Shigure's…or even, in my arms.
God I am so stupid…
I heard from Shigure that Kyo and Yuki's last fight was particularly brutal. I bet this is why Kyo finally gave up and left. If he does not return, I do not know what I will do.
(Kyo's POV)
This past week has been the most peaceful week I have ever had. I think I have changed, but not for the worse. I think living like you have nothing left to lose really puts into perspective the rest of the world, and how tense I was before. Well that and how recreational drug use really helps mellow you out.
Muso offered me a joint on my second day here and I took a hit. I like the way pot makes you feel…. free. It is as if the rest of the world does not exist and I can just be happy in that fact. Sure, other people may not feel this way, but that is how I feel when I am high.
I tried heroin too, but I really do not like the whole needles thing very much. I never have, and the high heroin gives is just not as comforting as weed, plus heroin will kill me faster, so I told Muso that I didn't want to do any more. I think he understands, and if not, I will just tell him he is wasting his drugs on me.
I am not proud of the fact that I like being high so much, but I really cannot bring my self to care at this point. It all I really care about is that it makes me happy. I am worried about addiction, sure, but right now, that is the furthest thing from my mind. Right now, I want to be free, feel like I can do anything, and make illusions for my self that I really do matter, because in the morning, it will not matter and I will be back to reality as usual.