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Note: Well… It was originally meant to be a one-shot, but hey? Why not…. Thanks to my friend Caleb (he was the one that reviewed as The Crimson Muffin), who helped with this idea.
She had been a star to him, he had told her so once. And she had cried, telling him that the stars hid their light during the day. He wanted so badly to correct her then, to tell her that the sun was a star as well, but she ran out of the room before he could say anything more to her.
She had always been like that. Running away. He had thought that if he could change her she'd be perfect.
Only he was wrong. She was like the perfect icicle during the middle of winter when he was done with her. And not even the sun could melt what he had done. What had he done to her? His Kuki…
She had turned evil, and it was all because of him. Nothing was right anymore.
He hated to look at her now, hated her world of false. She was leading her friends on an illusional ride, leading them farther down the rabbit hole, so they could never climb out and realize that two of their best friends weren't what they pretended to be.
He had changed her, and he had been wrong. Now each day her icicle melted, but not from the sun, or because his hazardous effects were wearing off. It was because she was dying.
Each day, she would be hit with the backlash of his actions. She would help him, and he would in turn hurt her. He had hurt her so many times that he was afraid he was turning out just like his parents. No! He wasn't. That was wrong… Kuki didn't believe him capable of such things towards another living thing.
He hoped she was right. But he knew that she was wrong. So wrong. So Dead wrong. Dead… What a funny word. He had often cried for what he did to her. Quite frequently actually. Most of the time she wasn't there, so he'd go ahead and cut himself.
It felt so good, to slash that knife over any part of his body he wanted to, to feel the gut-wrenching pain, and then the coldness. He loved that the best. After all, he was just doing to himself physically what he had done to her mentally.
The coldness he knew she felt tore at him when he let his body go. He could tell she was cold by the way she shivered in that sweater of hers. The pain she felt constantly. She could barely lift her eyes up to meet someone else's. He had asked her why once.
He never asked why anymore. It wasn't all right… Nothing ever would be.
There was a slight tap on his door as Numbuh One entered. Four just looked at him for a brief second.
"Four? The ambulance has come…. They've just told us she's dead." One could barely speak, the tears were so heavy. Four knew that he'd go out and comfort Five the second he left. Two would still be in shock. How could she do this?
He knew. Of course he knew. She was just doing physically what he had done to everything else. As hard as it was for him to come to grips with, he couldn't cry. He had cried so often for her being dead that he just couldn't bring himself to do it again.
Lifting himself to his feet he walked out the door, moving towards the ambulance.
Yes, there she was, his beautiful angel. His star.
"The doctor's just said that she took too much aspirin… But why? What would lead her to kill herself?…. Why?" Five's voice was weak and cracked, he doubted she'd talk for at least a month after this was all over with.
He no longer asked why.