5Just something I got the inspiration to write when I was on tumblr the other day. I wanted to write something a little shorter, mellower, and possibly sadder. And thus Yoite's Thoughts was born! Enjoy~
It wasn't that Yoite wanted to die. Death was frightening. Even though he knew his own death was impending, he didn't want to think about it, much less acknowledge it.
No, he simply didn't want to exist. He wanted to go to a place between life and death where he just didn't have to feel.
He stood in the middle of a storm, the rain pouring down on him, a cleansing and delightful purge. Even though he was losing his senses, he could still feel its coolness, its gentleness as it cascaded from his face to the ground.
How nice water was, he thought, when you're not drowning in it. Standing alone here, without people or noises, nothing but the caresses of tiny water droplets…
This is what he wanted. Just to stay like this.
Yet.
"Yoite!" that familiar voice called, the voice that had called his name so often. He saw the owner of the voice run towards him. The one person he was only planning to use, and then be done with everything. What had happened? Why had this one insignificant person become so vital, no longer a tool, but—
"Yoite," he repeated, finally catching up to where he was.
"Miharu…"
"Why'd you take off? You had us all worried. It's raining; you could get sick—"
People. Noises. They were loud, loudloudloud, screaming, in his head they screamed, a never-ending song of despair, their babble and laughter pierced him like a newly sharpened sword, and his head throbbed as he thought of the very existence of people, of them and their noise, their inconvenient unwavering noise, he was scared of them, scared of them all—
Yet.
Miharu was a quiet kind of person. He was like Yoite, but at the same time very different. He didn't bring noise, he didn't silence it; his detachedness to the world simply made everything smaller, and sometimes for a brief moment Yoite could relax.
But only for a moment.
"Let's go back," Miharu said, grabbing Yoite's hand. "You look a little flushed. I hope you didn't catch a cold out here."
"Don't…" Don't touch me. He couldn't bring himself to say it. It was quiet, it was nice. Miharu's touch didn't burn.
"Hm?" Miharu prompted, looking up at him with those deep green eyes of his.
"Can we…" Yoite noticed his voice was hoarse. "…stay here, just a little longer?"
He felt the grip tighten on his hand. "Okay, Yoite. I'll stay with you. As long as you want."
Yoite felt the beginnings of a smile tug on his lips, but quickly forced it down. He didn't have time to be happy. He needed to disappear, and leave this world behind. Leave Yukimi and Raikou and Miharu—
Maybe, Yoite thought, disappearing would be painful as well.
There you have it! A short little one shot. Tell me what you think! All kinds of reviews are welcomed.