11A/N: Aha, what I found funny about this particular fanfic is that I was listening to Lucifer while I was making it. When I typed in, "Yoite…" Miharu whispered…" The song went, "Her whisper is the Lucifer," and if you don't know what that means, Lucifer means devil, so there is my ironic statement of the day, and then I started listening to Mr. Boogie and Too Late. XD Then "Eat You Up" By BoA(Go listen to her music, she's awesome!) and every time I hear that song I already think of Yoite and Miharu so it's like a freaking curse. XD I can listen to a dance song while writing something like this and completely block out the music. XD So yeah, I made this as a heads up that I will get the next chapter of my other Yoite and Miharu fanfic out soon, I want to add more detail. All my fanfics are just kinda short. XD Of course on MO, it's really a lot. It's about five pages long this is. ^_^ So anyway, short, sweet, and to the bleeping point. ^_^
Enjoy!
-Misty
Small drops of blood dripped from the side of his mouth, hitting the small pool on the floor that was already covered in his blood. The sounds of the wall clocks had become too muffled… Everything had become too muffled. He only stared at the kitchen floor, looking at the reflection of light hitting the blood, and soon the blood became fuzzy and his vision blurred. It got darker until there was nothing left but absolute darkness and silence.
Miharu knocked on the apartment door a few times and waited patiently. Yukimi had called him on the cell phone he gave him and told him he was out of town, on a project; he was going to be gone a few days. He wanted Miharu to check up on Yoite, to make sure he was eating; though he normally is; and to check to see if he was taking him medicine. After some seconds, Miharu knocked on the apartment door louder and called out, "Yoite, you home?"
No answer, Yukimi said he should be home. Why wasn't he answering? Miharu mentally calmed himself, ignored any ideas that popped into his head of what might happen if Yoite were to leave the apartment and not tell anyone. He shook his head lightly and knocked, or rather banged, on the door.
"Yoite, are you home?" Miharu called out, still nothing. Miharu looked at the glass of the door trying to peak through it, but it was too blurred. He felt his stomach tense up in as nervous thought popped into his head. He shook his head again and decided enough was enough. He couldn't wait any longer, and he grabbed at the door knob and opened the door, peaking into the quiet room.
The only sound in the room was the sound of the wall clocks ticking. Miharu stuck his head in the room a little more, and eventually, he was in the room. He looked around, rather nervous of being in the apartment by himself. It was enough to have to worry about people following him for the Shinra Bansou, but the thought of someone popping out of nowhere and trying to grab him while he was alone in the apartment seemed unsettling.
Miharu took a few steps into the apartment and shut the door behind him. Looking around the room, he noticed Yoite wasn't even in it. He was expecting to walk into the room and see Yoite curled into a ball on the floor watching TV, or to be bawled up in the corner where he usually was, but he wasn't there, and it made Miharu even more nervous. Where was he?
Miharu decided to investigate the place and see if Yoite was at all even in the apartment, it would make him feel even more stupid for calling out his name so many times if he wasn't even there. Miharu walked around the room, just randomly staring, trying to ignore the nervous feeling he had and look around at the room. He should have been looking for Yoite, but the feeling that if he did, and something is wrong, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
He hid his hands behind his back and fiddled with the long sleeves of his sweater, twiddling his fingers, just really trying to give him a reason to ignore the feeling, but it was still there. After a few minutes of just standing in the room alone, Miharu couldn't help but worry, he knew it wasn't going to disappear, that feeling. He was now praying that Yoite would walk in the door and Miharu would let a sigh of relief out, but it wasn't happening.
Miharu breathed in deeply and let it out slowly, he needed to check the entire apartment for Yoite. If he wasn't there then he would have to find him. He now hoped he was in the apartment. Miharu gathered up his courage and started walking around the apartment, hoping to find him. He checked the bathroom, his bed room, Yukimi's room, he sighed; still nothing. Miharu remembered to himself there was still the kitchen to check, and that was the last place.
Miharu walked out of Yukimi's room and quietly closing the door behind him, he sighed to himself and quietly walked to the kitchen and froze. Before he even entered the kitchen, there was blood on the floor in front of the doorway. Miharu was frozen, he couldn't move, but at the same time, he was mentally yelling at himself. Telling himself to move, because if he didn't, and Yoite was back there… He shook his head and used all of those thoughts to push himself with a sudden gust of energy to the kitchen.
He came to the entrance and stopped. There was Yoite, on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Miharu stared, wide-eyed at his friend on the ground.
"Yoite!" He cried as he ran up to him, nearly sliding on the blood on the floor. He lifted Yoite up and onto his lap, shaking his shoulders frantically and near tears.
"Yoite! Get up! You made a promise!" He yelled, still shaking his by the shoulders. Miharu paused, hoping for a response, but nothing. Miharu stared down at his hands on Yoite's shoulders, seeing the blood on them, his breath hitched and his heart pounded furiously. He was too shocked to even move, his friends head still in his lap with both of them covered in blood. It was only until Miharu felt something against his hand did he fall out of his thoughts and back to the cold reality.
He stared down and saw Yoite's eyes half-lidded, not even. Yoite's hand had found Miharu's on his shoulder and was just barely grasping it. Miharu's eyes were still wide, but he was happy and his heart now beating hard with relief at his friends face staring up at him in confusion.
"Yoite…" Miharu whispered. Yoite stared with now half-lidded hazed eyes at his friend, seeing the worry in his forest stare. He wasn't sure why he was worried until he reached up to brush Miharu's bangs from his eyes, and saw the blood all over his hands.
"Yoite… What happened to you?" Miharu asked, forcibly holding back the urge to slap Yoite across the face for scaring him like that, but in the state Yoite was in, he thought he would save that for later and make him explain first.
Yoite kept quiet for minute, staring at his blood covered hand, and then looked over at Miharu's sweater, noticing there was blood just at the edge of it. Yoite opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He couldn't really think straight, his head was too dazed, losing the blood he did.
Miharu brushed his small fingers against Yoite's cheek, leaving a small trail of blood behind, it wasn't his intention, but either way it was still there. Yoite held onto his hand and sighed, happy knowing that Miharu was here with him, holding him and was worried about him. He couldn't bring himself to push Miharu away, not now. He was too tired.