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Sorry for not updating. I was planning on it but school is so annoying and I have this ten page short story AND a scrap book due Friday for science so I've been a bit busy. Anyways, enjoy the fan fic.
Chapter Two
- One Year Later -
It had taken a while for me to get used to life in the outside world and always having to wear long sleeves. It had also taken a while for me to get used to Akihiko being in love with another man. In jail, there hadn't really been a way or reason to do it, but now I did, or else everyone would find out. It had been exactly one year since I'd been released from jail, so everyone wanted celebrate, but I didn't see any reason to. 'So what? I've been out of jail for a year. It doesn't really matter' I thought to myself.
I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, still groggy from sleep. Then I noticed the huge, annoying grin my brother was giving Akihiko and Ritsu. "Takahiro, what's with that irritating grin?" I asked irritably, as I always was when the lovebirds came over. He opened his mouth to answer, but instead Akihiko answered for him. "Ritsu and I are engaged. We decided a week ago, but thought today would be the best time to tell you. We told Takahiro earlier this morning." I didn't hear anything pat 'engaged'. The pain I felt in my heart was overwhelming and I almost let my emotions show on my face, the pain, hurt and betrayal, but managed to cover them up.
"Good for you. At least you're happy with the person you really love," I said coldly, still struggling to keep my emotions in check. That day we 'celebrated' my anniversary of getting out of jail and the lovebirds getting engaged. That night Takahiro, Minami, Akihiko, and Ritsu wanted to go out to a bar and get a drink, but I stayed behind, using the lie that I had a headache and didn't want to do anything to make it worse. So a few minutes after they left my emotions went lose, and tears streamed silently down my face, and I finally felt all the cracks that had already formed in my heart shatter it.
I went up to my room and locked the door behind me. I finally gave my emotions the reins. There were no sobs. Sobs couldn't begin to describe the pain I felt. This just made the pain in my heart all the more worse, because the reality of it finally sank in.
'It hurts . . . why does it have to hurt so much?' I thought broken heartedly. I had slid down the door with my back to it and wrapped my arms around my legs, burying my face in my knees. I hadn't cried this much since Akihiko left me. Actually that had been the last time I cried. It felt like I had been like that for hours when I finally let the darkness take me into its depths.
I woke up on my side, my back to the door, and soreness throughout my body from sleeping on the floor. Someone knocked on the door, making me jump. Quickly, I ran into my bathroom and looked at my face. I looked horrible. There were tear streaks going down my face and my eyes were rimmed with red from my crying. My hair was messy too, so I turned on the shower, pretending to be busy, and ignored the person knocking on my door . . . until I heard who it was.
"Misaki," Akihiko said," Let me in. I need to talk to you." I quickly washed my face with water from the sink after turning the shower off, and when I deemed myself presentable I opened the door, my expression unreadable. Akihiko walked in and waited for me to close the door and turn around before he said,"I love him more than I have loved anyone before. Even you. I'm sorry."
"Leave. Get out," I said, my tone cold with a hint of hurt in it.
He had a dumbfounded expression, but then he seemed to understand and said,"Sorry, I know how it feels though. You can get through it." This only broke my heart more, and once he left I slammed the door closed and locked it again.
Soon after, Takahiro knocked on my door and asked if I was okay through it. I told him I was fine, and I knew he believed it, as he was used to me locking myself up in my room.
"I'll leave your breakfast outside the door," he said, and I felt something off about the way he talked, but left it alone. Once I was sure my brother was gone I got the food from the hallway, but before I could put it down and close and lock my door, Ritsu entered my room.
"Did Usagi talk to you?" the man asked me, voice voice laced with pity.
"Just shut the hell up," I hissed, trying to keep my temper in check."I don't need pity, especially from the man who took Akihiko away from me," I said, venom clear in my voice. Ritsu was stunned by the tone, and I could make out tears forming in his eyes.
"I was only trying to help you. Sometimes you can actually accept it," he said tearfully, and ran out of the room, probably to find Akihiko. I kept the door unlocked, knowing that the possessive and now angry Akihiko would want to talk to me about making his 'lover' cry. I counted down from three in my head, and right as I got to zero, the Great Lord Usami himself slammed the door open and came in, his 'lover' behind him in tears,and pure rage plain in his cold face and eyes.
"I know you're mad at me for doing this to you," he said, slamming me up against the wall by my shirt collar,"but DON'T take it out on Ritsu. You may just end up making me hate you."
With those words I decided to tell him and then disappear from his life that night. "Can I talk to you? Alone," I asked the whitette, and he nodded, releasing me iron grip of death.
"Ritsu," he said, wiping away the smaller man's tears,"Go to our room and wait for me there, alright?" It hurt seeing him treat another man that way, the same way he used to treat me. Ritsu nodded, and left the room, closing the door behind him. I went over to the door and locked, as it had become a paranoid habit of mine. Akihiko raised an eyebrow at that but didn't ask any questions about it.
"So what do you want now? Are you done being rude to my Ritsu?" The way he said the other man's name made my heart turn into nothing but dust. I didn't say anything, but pulled my long sleeves up. Akihiko, the man with the biggest vocabulary out there, was speechless with what he saw.
There were scars crisscrossing both of my arms up to the crook of my elbows. Some of the scars were words, others were just straight lines, and some were jagged shapes. And most were self-inflicted.
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