A Song To Kill

Entry One.

I saw him the other day. He looked as if his world was crashing down upon him, as I walked by with my new boy. I hated what I had done to him…How I had done it. But it had to be done. I had made myself come to believe this at least. How wrong I had been…how wrong. You see I thought that if I left him that he would be happier…that his life would come together better than it had been with me there to hold him down. He deserved so much better…so much. It was the only way I saw to give him all that he needed. It was to walk away no matter how I felt...and let him live. How wrong that…ended up being.

Yuki Errie closed his laptop as he heard a knock at his door. He sighed standing making his way to it slowly , hoping that maybe if he took long enough that whomever it was would just turn around and leave.

But to his dismay the knocking became more frantic.

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming for god sakes" he would yell as he slowly made his way to it. He unlocked the shiny black iron handle and pulled it open slowly. Without warning a flustered and frustrated Hiro was suddenly on top of the moody blond, Unheard streams of cursing and yelling coming from his mouth. With all the strength he had without hurting the man Errie pushed Hiro off of himself standing up to face him.

"Now what the hell do you think you are doing Hiro!" He would bellow at the frantic red head.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT ERRIE YUKI…..YOUR FAULT" Hiro belted out without explanation as to what he was talking about. Having had quiet enough of the theatrics for one day, without thinking Errir would slam Hiro against the wall his now growing frustration showing dangerously in his amber eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ABOUT!?..I have not spoken to you in over a year and now you show up at my door, and think you can come in here and accuse me of such things I have no clue too." Taking a deep breath Errie would lighten his hold on Hiro's shoulders.

Hiro looked up at Errie hatred burning in his eyes as tear coming out of nowhere welled up in his eyes. He would swallow the lump now formed in his throaght, and stare coldy at Errie, as he spoke his next words as calmly as he could.

"Shuichi is dead."