Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love Can Only Conquer So Much ❯ Hurt [KaiShizHon] ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: Dustbunny doesn't own YGO!

Relationship: KaibaShizukaHonda (triangle)

POV: Third person

Warning(s): Death; homicide and suicide.

A/N: I just want to say sorry for the original note I had at the top. I didn't think at first that the triangle was that confusing. Then, when someone pointed it out to me, I looked back over it. Then it hit me: of course I didn't think it was confusing, I wrote it. In so doing, I put subtle hints at their identities (eyes and hair) that I would recognize. I'm sorry for anybody who got mixed up. I'll be more conscious of that in the future. Though I must point out the irony of how the person who brought up it being confusing to my attention was the first to guess their identities correctly.

A/N2: Okay, I made the dead guy who he is instead of going for canon because I don't think the killer would have snapped in the canon situation. He'd be upset, of course, but could get over it. But if the guy who wound up with the girl was the guy I did decide to use? Crap, I'd lose it too!

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She whimpered, bloodshot eyes wide with terror. Drops of blood decorated her pale face. Tears streaked silently down her flaming cheeks. Her long hair, usually neat and silky in texture, was tangled and dirty. Tiny, frightened whimpers escaped her trembling lips. She wearily followed the activity of the young man in the center of the large room.

He stood, straitening his shirt, smearing the blood from his calloused fingers. His expression was eerily calm with a glint of satisfaction shining in his eyes as he looked down on his handiwork. His appearance was even more disheveled than hers. His white cotton shirt was stained beyond cleansing and horridly rumpled. The blue jeans he wore, brand new, were torn and splattered with blood. The same sticky red mess dirtied his tanned face. If he noticed he didn't seem to care; if he cared he didn't show it. He turned to her and smiled as none of it existed; as if all was well in the world

Smile withstanding, he walked casually closer. She shrunk back against the wall, trembling. Her honey eyes stared up at him, uncertain. Her breathing was shallow and rough. Every pulse point felt as if it might explode at any moment. She felt terrified and betrayed. How could he do this to her? She had trusted him, loved him as a close friend. And this was how he returned her trust, her affection?

All at once he crouched to face her. Her body pressed back fully against the wall as she tried desperately to disappear. She turned away and slammed her aching eyes shut. She didn't want to look at him; didn't want to se what was in store for her.

Seconds passed, kept faithfully by the clock that hung above her head. Nothing happened. Then, so softly that it almost went unnoticed, she felt his strong fingers brush against the cheek exposed to him. She let out a whine and shrunk further back at the touch. As she did his large hand cupped the cheek, the rough thumb messaging gentle circles along the bone. Daring to peak at him through a barely cracked eyelid, she saw him frown.

“Do you really think I'd hurt you?” he asked her quietly.

She closed her eye again and remained silent.

“I would never hurt you,” his tone was almost soothing. “I thought you knew that.”

She still refused to speak. In response to her silence his ministrations halted. His hand disappeared from her face altogether, only to reappear beneath her chin. While her eyes stayed tightly shut, he titled her face towards him. She only squeezed her lids tighter together.

“Won't you look at me?” he coaxed.

Slowly, still afraid, she opened her eyes. While what she saw started out fuzzy with moisture the picture eventually became clear. Sure enough, she was facing him, looking him strait in the eye. She shivered; he frowned deeper.

“Why are you afraid?” his question was innocent. “Because of him?” he gestured with his head at the mangled body lying behind him; she wouldn't look. “I wouldn't do that to you.”

She couldn't speak if she wanted to. Instead she swallowed; forcing passed the obstruction in her throat. As she did the tears started flowing again. He looked distressed.

“Shh,” he soothed, hand caressing her face yet again, “don't cry. It's okay.”

Unable to respond she shook her head. How could he say such a thing? How could he lie so blatantly? It wasn't okay, could never again be okay. She attempted to speak the sentiment out loud but only sobbed. Tears flowed more rapidly and she coughed trying to get words out. Her nose was running but she didn't care enough to wipe it. All she wanted to do was wake up and find everything was a dream, a horrible nightmare. It had to be, right? He would never really do such a thing to her in real life.

As she continued to cry, he continued to stroke her face, speak soothingly. As seconds passed into minutes and her joints grew stiff the cruel realization tightened its grip. This was no dream. She wasn't going to wake up and find everything the way it was supposed to be. This was reality; nothing would be the way it was supposed to be again. The knowledge made her sob harder and she could sense his displeasure.

He grabbed her arms and she let out a yelp of terror. Had he finally gotten tired of hearing her cry? No, he pulled her into a hug. His hands now made circles that would have been soothing in other circumstances on her small back. Now the feeling of blood soaking through her shirt from his filthy hands made her shudder. She didn't return the hug but let both arms hang limply. It was no longer in her to stiffen up. Her muscles were aching because of how still she had been.

She opened her eyes again and whimpered at what her gaze landed on. The angle she was at gave her a perfect view of what she was crying for. Dull sapphire stared into her shimmering honey. She slammed her eyes shut.

“W- why?” she choked out, needing an explanation.

“He would have hurt you,” the response was matter of fact. “I couldn't let that happen, could I?”

She could only shake her head again.

“I didn't want you to have to see it,” he went on. “I didn't know you were coming until later, and then I hoped to be finished before you showed up. He just wouldn't cooperate.”

She almost laughed despite her self. Just what the hell did he expect?

“I explained,” she heard next. “I told him I wouldn't let him hurt you. I told him if he didn't fight it would go faster. I never meant to hurt him so bad. You weren't supposed to see it.'

She coughed again in a vain attempt to speak. Was this guy insane? She had always thought he was a reasonably intelligent person. Never had she witnessed any signs that he might not be all there. But then she had never found any reason to believe he would do what he had either.

“You hate me,” he backed up to look her in the eye. She didn't bother trying to deny the claim. “I didn't mean to hurt you,' his frown deepened and his eyes pleaded. “I just wanted to keep you out of the way.”

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Could he really think she was crying over the shove he had given her? The push that had sent her against the wall? Didn't he get it?

“It's because of him,” he ground. “You're crying for him.” She could see realization within the depths of his eyes. “You're crying for him,” his voice was soft, thoughtful.

The clock ticked away. Of all the things to be broken in the struggle, couldn't it have been one of them? The noise was driving her mad. She could plainly detect the time that passed. She could feel it as simply as the arms that stiffened around her.

Finally, he looked away. “I hurt you…”

He glanced at her again. She only stared back.

He let go of her and backed up. In a flash he stood and looked around as if he had been unable to see before. His eyes went wild as it dawned on him. For the first time he truly realized what he had done. He couldn't find the words to speak and instead breathed shallowly. He shook his head in denial and cast his eyes down, not wanting to believe it. She watched him with a mix of curiosity and worry from her place on the floor.

He turned to look at her, her pain reflected in his eyes. He quivered violently. All at once his hand disappeared into the pocket of his ruined coat. When it came back into view it clutched a silver pistol in its grip.

From her place she could only gape. Her eyes widened again and a scream caught in her throat. She shook her head and backed away. His eyes saddened as he watched.

He smiled sadly at her, apology seeping into his brown eyes. A few tears streamed unannounced down his bloody face.

“I love you,” he stated simply, aiming.

A shot rang out, canceling out the scream that finally erupted from the girl. She continued to scream as the hansom teen fell to the floor mere feet from her, blood pouring through a hole on either side of his head. The gun hit the floor with a clatter, going off. Time stopped for a second, her throat catching as she saw the small but deadly projectile headed for her. It was the last thing she saw before her once perfect world went dark.

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So, that's the end of that chapter. Please review. Any and all constructive criticism is greatly appreciated