"I don't love you. I hate you actually." Zeito's first words since they were kids. His voice was still high but so was Taito's. Taito liked Zeito's voice actually. Master was wrong. Zeito didn't like Taito "that way" he didn't like Taito at all. He was expecting rejection but Zeito's voice was filled with hate in disgust. Taito could feel hot tears fill his eye lids. He really felt sick now. His heart shattered. It didn't take long after that for Taito's body to go numb with emotion. He tried to blow it off like it was a joke just like Master said.
"I-I w-was…" Taito's voice faded out as a lump caught in his throat. His voice cracked as if he was going to cry. He sounded weak and desperate. He looked down at the grass beneath his feet. They were outside of the Shions' house. Kageito didn't feel well and wasn't outside tonight. Taito thought it would be a good time to confess but he was wrong; never would have been the best time.
He couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks, ether soaking the bandages on his neck or hitting the ground below. He was shaking in fear and embarrassment. He really loves Zeito, even now. Zeito stepped forward, seeing Taito's shiny tears in the moonlight.
"Why are you crying? It's because you're an overly sensitive faggot isn't it? You were always a crybaby. It's one of the reasons I hate you! You don't have a chance with me you psychopathic yandere! Who would want a crazy obsessive boyfriend anyways? You can't please Master, How could you begin to please another person that you obsess over? You're pathetic! You're useless! Why were you ever created?" Zeito growled. Taito only cried harder. When did Zeito change? When did he become so mean? He never talks and when he does he has to say that?
"I-I'm s-s-sorry…." Taito mumbled shakily. He never knew what Zeito really felt like.
"You should be." And with that Zeito walked away.
Taito cried for what seemed like forever. Sitting in the grass and just crying. The bandages on his hands were soaking wet from his tears. Taito then moved his hands away from his face. He easily slipped one hand into his coat pocket, he wrapped his pale hand around the handle of his favorite weapon; his icepick.
Now an icepick isn't good at cutting. Taito had other tools for cutting; such as a knife and a scalpel. Icepicks were for stabbing. His icepick had aided him in finishing off many victims before. Now it would help him end his own life.
He brought it up to his chest. After years of practice he knew just were to stab to reach the heart. His heart has already been broken, why not put it out of its mystery? He easily pushed it into his skin. The pain of rejection was much more than the sharp pain in his chest. He pushed it through his skin and didn't hesitate at all when it hit his heart.