When Norio overhears that Kunimasa hasn't made it clear wither or not he likes, or loves him at all as he does, he doesn't take it as well as he did in the manga. Overcome with depression, Norio begins to suffer sleepless nights riddled with nightmares, mild schizophrenia, and neglectful attitude towards others. Pretty soon, he contemplates suicide. Each attempt was stopped with his own fear. Finally, he gives in, not caring anymore.

Prologue

The rain was a little annoying, pattering on his window, but he didn't care. It was the perfect weather to do this. Finally, he was ready to do this. Months of planning and pain went into this final decision and he was ready to take it. His brown hair was messy and tangled, his clothes dark. The perfect final look when people would come in and see him like this. Sighing, he looked over the items in front of him. A razor, a container of pills, and a long white rope. These three things; he only needed one. He was having a hard time deciding which to use.

"Man...choosing your own way to die...it's harder than people make it seem."

He picked up the razor, as if checking it for dents in the blade. The razor was that of which one would find in a barber shop. The only difference being he sharpened it and made it sharper, more deadly. He set it down, then picked up the container of pills. They were anti-depressants he bought in town a week ago. He wasn't sure if these would do the trick at first, but he had heard Shirou mention that if one took too many pills, then the chances of survival were slim unless taken to an E.R immediately. He smiled and put the pills down, then looked over the rope. An easier way to die, obviously. All he had to do was tie an opening and hang himself. Seemed easy enough, but not entirely what he wanted to do, so he set the rope down.

This was getting very difficult. He ran his hands through his hair, feeling his eyes growing tired. He hadn't slept well in over 2 months after that day he overheard Shirou talking with Kunimasa, asking if he liked him at all. His answer was enough to break his heart and his obsessive little brother wasn't helping matters at all. All he wanted to do was try and sleep, but no. This had to be done and it had to be done now. He had been putting it off for too long. Groaning, he grabbed all three items and set them on the chair as he tied the rope, throwing over his handmade beam. He opened the container and took out 7 pills. More than enough. But just to be safe, he took out an extra, shoving them all into his mouth and swallowed them all with his water.

Quickly after, he grabbed the razor and slit both of his wrists, not on the vein, but just above. If the pills didn't kill him, the loss of blood would. If the loss of blood wouldn't kill him, the rope would definitely do the job. He stood on the chair and set the rope around his neck, taking one last look at himself in the mirror. The sight, to him, was beautiful. He was going to die. Then maybe Kunimasa would find someone to love and return it. He shut his eyes and whispered to himself, tears rolling down his cheeks,

"You should have told me you didn't love me...that way...I wouldn't have fallen for you."

He raised his foot to kick the chair out of the way. Just before his ankle connected with the side of the chair, he heard the door burst open and he suddenly felt his heart stop. Of all people to walk in on his suicide, why did it have to be him...?