Title: Sinking
Rating: K
Pairing: KyoyaXRenge
Prompts: drinking, alcoholism, pain
Kyoya downed a drink, then another and another after that. Truthfully he had long ago lost count of how many drinks he'd had up until this point. All he knew was that it wasn't enough. No it wasn't near enough to help him forget. His fist clenched at his side and he swore viciously before pouring himself another drink. He only wanted to forget but somehow his mind kept bringing those images up again and again.
On cue images of Renge flashed behind his eyelids; she was smiling, spinning round and round, her auburn hair afloat. She mouthed something to him and Kyoya's heart squeezed painfully in his chest. In a fit of rage he threw his glass to the floor and started trashing the kitchen. He was livid, angry at the world, angry at Renge but mostly at himself. He could've had her here with him, if only he had been more careful. He shouldn't have let her go out on her own. A scream of utter rage and despair tore the through the silence.
Again flashes of Renge tormented him. With every ounce of strength left in him Kyoya dragged his tired body across the hall. He opened one of the closed doors and entered the eerily quiet room. There on a crisp white bed laid Renge, various machines attached to her pale form to keep her alive. The steady beeping comforted Kyoya; it was the only mercy he had in these moments. Renge looked too pale, almost white, and too thin, and Kyoya wanted to rip his hair out at the sight of her. He should have walked with her, this wouldn't have happened then.
Instead he fell to his knees next to her bed. His hands gripped one of hers, and he held on for dear life. His lips murmured a too familiar prayer, a plea for forgiveness. Grey eyes burnt with unshed tears and Kyoya just wanted Renge to open her eyes. He wanted her eyelids to flutter; he needed to see those hazel eyes, his favorite pair of eyes, open to see the light. The contents of his stomach threatened to spill at her lack of response. A few short moments after Kyoya laughed bitterly. With a kiss to her translucent forehead he stumbled out of the room, tripping and falling on the carpet.
In his mind Kyoya knew that if Renge decided to let go he couldn't follow. He was too much of a coward for that. But the pain of loosing her, the mere thought of it made him tremble. A wave of sickness hit his body. Kyoya didn't bother to get up; he'd much rather lay where he was and dream of Renge. He could feel her presence, dull and weak. But the sweetness of it still had him basking in it.
This is slightly dark and twisted but I have a good explanation. I heard a song, a tragic little thing indeed, and couldn't help myself. I promise to write something happier next time. :)