Bleeding hearts

"You know we can't be that way."

"But, love knows no bounds."

"It knows this one."

His voice was as cold as ever. He had always been cold to the other male in front of him. Always cold, always pushing him away. So how did everything end up like this, how had he fallen so much that only those blue eyes could take the hurt away? Masato couldn't remember anymore.

The blonde reached out for his hand. Masato shrugged him off. "I'm sorry. What we do... It just isn't right."

"Of course it is. It's natural to have these feelings." The other boy made a move for his hand again.

"No." The blue haired boy yelled childishly. "Ren, I don't like you."

"What?" Said boy stepped back. That was probably the first time in the child's twelve years of life hearing someone bluntly state such a thing.

"This isn't fun anymore!" Masato said through gritted teeth. "At first it was fun trying that, but you're just so needy. I don't like you at all, it's not fun to be with you anymore!"

At first shock ran through Ren's eyes, then a mix of terror and devastation. Quickly the strawberry blonde recovered his composer and laughed while picking up his blue shirt that had been tossed to the floor next to Masato's gray one.

"Masa, did you think this was real? It's all be our game."

"That's not what you said a few minutes ago." Masato blushed furiously.

Ren gave him as sly smile before letting his shirt over his head letting it slip down covering his exsposed chest. Sweetly he purred. "I just wanted to break your heart."

"I think you should leave." Masato said, averting his eyes.

"Like I'd want to stay. Baka, I didn't get what I wanted. I'm not coming back." Ren flicked his short blond hair back into place. "Never."

"If I never see you again, it will be to soon." Masato yelled as the other boy through him a sloppy, yet charming wave, as he walked away. "I hate you Jinguji Ren!"

"Oh, I can feel my heart bleeding." His voice faded as his made his way out of sight.

Masato sunk down to the grass below him. His face had reddened more from anger than the embarrassment he had felt moments ago. His trembling reached out to grab the growth, and yanked it from the earth.

"I hate him." He cried out, without tears. "I hate him so much. I never want to see him again."

He sat in that spot, just over the hill they had passed, by the wooded edge of Masato's family property until the sun had sunken low. He reached out to pick up his shirt. When he let the fabric fall over his head, he faintly noticed it smelled of the blonde. His face screwed up in distaste.

After the short walk, he entered his families formal Japanese style house. Pulling of his shoes his grandfather called out to him. Slidding the door open to the dinning room, he noticed a timid redheaded girl on the opposite side of the table with an elderly woman. His grandfather waved him over to CME sit next to him.

"Masato." His grandfather turned to look him in the eyes, his voice deep and serious. "This is Nanami Haruka. As of today she and her grandmother will be satying with us."

Masato nodded, sneaking a glimpse at Haruka. She was quite small with frail arms and light porcelain skin. He golden eyes were bright and shaded with some amount of disappointment.

"Take good care of young Haruka-san. She will make a good wife for you some day."

Masato's eyes snapped back to his grandfather. "What...?"

"Everything has been arranged already." His grandfather clapped him on the back and gave him a firm look.

"But... I..." Masa stumbles for words. He didn't want some girl as his wife. He didn't love her, he loved...

He suddenly thought of all the hurt. All the pain. He had loved Jinguji, even if he had pushed him away. It was something he did to everyone. But with the thoughts of earlier in his head he gave a faint smile.

"Of course grandfather. Haruka-san."

Later that night, as Nanami followed his around the house, she tugged on his shirt a little. Her puppy dog eyes met his cold blue ones.

"I don't love you."

"Maybe you'll grow to." He said bitterly.

"I already love someone else. But they don't like me like that."

He turned to her, eyebrows furrowed. "Did they rip out your heart like it was some kind of game? Did they pretend they love you just do they could hurt you? Get over yourself, you're better of without someone who can't return your feelings."

"Don't talk about her like that." She said weakly. "I know that one day..."

"One day she'll coming back?" He bent down until he was at eye level with her and she leaned away from him. "Does she even what you back?"

Nanami looked fearfully at him before shaking her head.

"Then let's get revenge shall we? The next time they see us, we'll act madly in love and as if they never mattered."

"That won't bring Tomo back to me.."

"But it makes you feel good, knowing that they are looking."

"Will she be jealous?"

"Naturally." He purred like Ren had done to him so many times.

"Promise?" She held up her pinky. "I don't like you, but I'll work with you. Even if it's to get her to look at me."

"I promise." He grabbed her pinky with his. "But isn't it wrong? The one you love is the same as you."

Haruka tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Not really. Love knows no bounds."

He tore his eyes away from her and gritted his teeth. He hated Ren. He hated that saying, and he didn't like this girl. But he would use her to get what he wanted. And want he wanted was to see Ren's heart bleed for him.

I only want to break your heart.

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