Yo, peeps, it's the evil yaoi fanatic authoress that is...Kat-chan! Today I was feeling particularly evil and angsty, so I decided to write a poem. It's written in honor of the brilliance that is my good friend Queen-of-Sadism, because that's exactly what she is. And she's turned me into a sadist as well. Woot.

This is a one-shot, mostly a story in kinda-poetry form. The pairing is Hatori and Ayame. Because that pairing is shmexy. And yes, that is a word. So haha to you.

Warnings: This fic will contain violence, angst and drama, explicit gore (and when I say explicit, I'm not kidding dammit), and character suicide. No likey, no read, dammit; if I get any flames saying you hate me for the death and/or for mental scarring, then I will delete them with the possibility of laughing my ass off. Use discretion, this is rated M for a reason.

And for the last f---ing time, I. DO. NOT. OWN. FURUBA. But I wish I did. -sob-

Please, forgive me.

Why didn't you say anything to me? If I had known, perhaps it wouldn't be this way.

I wouldn't have found those splotches of red on your carpet.

I wouldn't have found that knife in the hallway.

And your eyes...your beautiful eyes...so haunting and hollow, piercing past my flesh and into my soul...

I couldn't bear to look at you,

for fear that your eyes, though wide and unseeing, would shatter my mask.

In that moment my life was gone.

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Nobody was home, but I knew you were there.

Red...blood red...splotches down the hallway. Trails of crimson dragged behind by fingernails, digging into the wall in search of a release from the pain. Fresh tears smeared against the painted red.

And then...

A knife. Long, silver, spine-chilling...my heart frozen, I knew what had been done. Lying near the doorway of your room, it sat in a puddle of what could only be your blood. And beside it, your hand...so pale and slender, reaching out as if to cry for help.

Not knowing what you've done and not wanting to know...but I must...

Inhale.

Exhale.

One shaking breath after another.

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Blood...so much blood...it's so sickening, so wrong, so unfitting for a person that once exuded confidence and light.

Your silver hair, once long and flowing...now tainted and caked with blood. Your clothes, so regal and sparkling, covered in crimson. Your eyes, wide and fearful and full of agony; though they were once warm and welcoming, all that lingers is many a trail of tears down your blood-spattered cheeks.

You tore out your own throat...the sight, the agony you went through...it makes me want to vomit. And I do. Thinking of your last moments, realizing you were alone and frightened...it breaks my heart into two. Flesh slit wideopen; blood pooled inside your gaping wound and dripping over the edges...torn muscle hanging loosely around your once long, beautiful neck.

Only then do I scream for you...

My Aaya.

Come back.

-sobs- Oh my, this is the saddest and most explicit thing I have ever written! I'm so sorry if this made you cry and/or vomit...believe me, I got the shivers just writing it.

Maddie, you better be proud. ;)

Much love to you peeps.

Your favorite evil yaoi fanatic authoress,

-kat-