Minna-san! This is just a short series that I spun out in my frustration to update My Immortal. Stupid me for leaving my doodle pad which has an entire chapter written in it inside my locker at the hospital. Stupid, stupid me.
Well anyway, I have to let out some steam and sadly you're at the receiving end. Let's just say it's a post-valentine's day outburst.
This is probably the darkest piece I've ever done…but I need to warn you. This is fragmented because this is based on Fix You...which I don't have the time to update if I wanted to finish My Immortal. It has a little flavor of Will you still love me tomorrow at the beginning but that's where it ends.
YAOI'S NOT DEAD! Hated the femryos and the hets flooding POT section of FF. Sorry guys.
This is written in Ryoma's POV.
As usual, I don't own POT…I treasure it. Wherever, whenever Takeshi Konomi stops, I start. Thanks guys!
I MISS YOU SO MUCH!
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The smell of bleach woke me up from a seemingly eternal slumber. Other than that I don't feel anything.
Actually, I feel like my head's been detached to my body and I'm off floating somewhere. Light was playing before my closed eyelids. It bothered me. I thought hell was supposed to be dark and smelled of rotting or burning flesh.
"Welcome back Ryoma."
I opened my eyes tentatively and I saw the idiotic face of my guardian, Itaru Saitō. Ever since my entire family was annihilated, he took it upon himself, as a friend to my father, to look after me.
"I don't want to be back."
He blinked black a couple of times as my words wrapped around his mind. His usually smiling face was now set into a frown. "You were raped Ryoma. Why didn't you go straight to the hospital?" His face was so tensed that I know he's doing his best not to shout me into shock.
"I found you passed out by the door—"
I closed my eyes again. Everything…from the club room to Tezuka banishing me, to his house where I said goodbye to Ayana-san and ultimately to the park where I…
"I don't have amnesia." My parched throat managed to croak out. "I remember everything."
I opened my eyes again and instantly regretted it. Saitō's face didn't look angry anymore. All I saw was pity and I feel like I'm starting to drown in it. Luckily, he still had his wits about him.
"You must be thirsty. You've been asleep for days. It must've been the pain medication." He poured me a glass of water and held it out to me. "They-they had to operate on you immediately so..." He trailed off, looking at me curiously.
I just stared back at him blankly. I supposed he hasn't found out yet. I weakly lifted up my right arm and took the glass. I watched him carefully through the rim as I took a little sip. He's not supposed to know yet.
I have to keep it a secret a little longer...to save myself some pride. I'm falling apart, piece by piece. I don't know who I am...what I am exactly.
All I know is I was a boy with a pretty face who could play tennis. Sadly... one of those adjectives was disappearing as well.
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A/N: I'm so cruel. I know. I'm that twisted right now.
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