/Flashbacks/ is how those (mostly in Kyo's thoughts) will be shown.
Done in English class, for lack of better things to do. In celebration of the coming Winter.
in Liebe, Red Tail
Winters Rain
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
The rain fell from the skyline like ice cold tears spilling from the gray and dreary clouds. Trees dipped under the weight of the crystallized water, freezing branches and green leaves still on the trees. It was like a frozen world, forever stuck the same way.
Kyo remained where he was, lying on the cold and wet ground despite the fact that where he was, right in the path of the rain. His lips were blue and his skin pale, making his orange hair and dulled crimson eyes stand out even more. His eyes were rimmed red, a stinging sensation all he felt as he stared at the sky, not blinking as the freezing rain it him. His shirt was already soaked thoroughly as well as his pants, sticking to his skin and making everything seem colder. His breath came out in light puffs.
The rain slid down his cheeks, dripping on his face like cold beads of sweat. They traced the angels of his face and cheeks.
He imagined they were tears.
A heavy sigh escaped from cold blue lips—coming out in a thin cloud of smoke that disappeared seconds later. His teeth were chattering, but he didn't care. There was a numbing pain, dull and throbbing deep in his body as it pulsated through him. His eyes stared upward, looking in a silent plea for salvation from the emotional pain and turmoil. He stared out at the distance in the sky.
He closed his eyes.
/Tohru's smiling face entered his mind and with her image came that of Yuki's./
His finger twitched instinctively at his side, fingers that long lost the sensation of warmth and blood running through him to his extremities.
/Tohru was beautiful, shining and bathed in sunshine. The whole world, even his own, seemed to light up with her smile. The winter's snow melted away to bring the spring that she loved so much./
He took a shuddered breath and let his finger's drift upon his cold skin. He felt the torn flesh on his wrists. A tickling sensation washed over his fingers, running down his hands to the group.
Not even the naïve Momiji would have to open his eyes to know what it was; blood.
/Yuki wrapped his arms around Tohru, looking at her smiling face and offering a smile of his own./
He assumed he was jealous.
/Anger bubbled in his chest. He brought the knife down upon his wrists in a harsh manner. The skin tore the moment the blade kissed his skin.
For a moment, he felt a little bit better./
He bowed his head, wet bangs dripping stinging water onto his face. They traced a sad, glistening trail down his cheek. He let out a cold and detached laugh, letting the sound escpae from his nearly closed lips.
Yu,ki, once more, had beaten him.
/Tohru turned away from him. Was he so unbearable to look at; too hideous a sight to gaze upon/
His skin prickled at the thought. He tried to remember the good things, but all the wonderful things fleeted from his grasp like scared rabbits from the demons. Everything was shadowed and swallowed by the self-hate coursing through his veins. Blood continued to pour from his wrists.
He heard a gasp—knowing he had been discovered in his little hiding spot. He knew, somehow deep in his bones, that the gasp came from Tohru.
He barely had the strength to will himself to open his eyes.
When he did open them, he knew by the languid feeling settling into his mind and bones, that he was already dead.
OWARI