Wasuranai KaraWritten by - Tsuki YomiWarnings - shounen-ai, language, in progress Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 "Even when Rumo tried to make me stop, I couldn’t. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on at the time, but I found out later I could have killed him. I think that at the time, I mistook him for Vicious. Nothing could have made me stop. I’m surprised Rumo even bothered." When Gren woke up after Rumo hid the Oblivion (if "waking up" is the right term) and found it wasn’t there, his mind exploded. He wanted to kill. It was the middle of the night, but that didn’t matter. He needed the drug…and he needed it yesterday. He reached under the mattress for the cloth that contained the Oblivion. It wasn’t there. maybe i didn’t put it there………cant remember what i did………but i was sure it was there………i have to find it………i have to find it now!! Gren got up and lifted the mattress. He either didn’t realize that Rumo was awake and watching him, or he didn’t care. Either was possible. "FUCK!" he yelled, unable to find the Oblivion. "Looking for something?" Rumo asked. Gren seemed to hear him for the first time. "Do you have it?" "I don’t have shit." "Don’t believe it. Give it back." "I’m thinking………no." "You shouldn’t take what’s not yours." Gren narrowed his eyes at Rumo. "You shouldn’t take mind-altering substances." "What I take is my business. Give it back." "I told you no." "I’m warning you." "What are you going to do about it?" Gren stared blankly at Rumo. He hadn’t heard that last words he had said. All he could hear was the music box, playing in his head. His right eye twitched once. vicious… His mind could only form one word. When he was able to focus on Rumo again, he was looking at Vicious. "You…" Gren’s eye twitched again, more noticeably this time. Rumo didn’t say anything. Gren’s face began to look different. It was nothing like the Gren he knew. "Your fault…everything is your fault…" Gren’s voice had become monotone. It was low and dangerous. "I want my revenge…you did this to me. All……………your……………FAULT!" Without another word, Gren lunged at Rumo and wrapped his hands around Rumo’s neck. He was surprisingly strong, and Rumo found it impossible to escape him. "G…Gren…………stop it………" "You deserve to die…" "Gren…" Rumo clawed at Gren’s hands as his grip tightened. Rumo tried to find a way to distract him. If only he could reach that damned Oblivion… Gren’s hands were like a vice, slowly tightening, crushing Rumo’s windpipe. Rumo struggled to breathe. One hand finally managed to reach in his pocket, where the Oblivion was. Maybe he could get Gren to stop… Rumo held up the Oblivion. It seemed to weigh a ton. But it worked. Gren’s hands loosened, finally. He seemed to see nothing for a moment. Then, he took the cloth. "I knew you had it…" he muttered, and sat back on his own bed. Rumo lay back, coughing and trying to learn how to breathe again. "Gren…I’ll never get you back, will I? My violet angel…what can I do? How can I help you?" Gren didn’t hear Rumo’s coughing. His world revolved around the little white pills. This
time, he took two. |