Chains... I forget how many there are at this point...

By Doomed but Over It

Author's Notes--- Hi, again! Thought I had died? No such luck! And now I bring you... chains 5...or was it 6? I forget. Thanks for reading. Please review! Feed the Author's Ego!! Ego: Hungry, Hungry, HUNGRY!

And without Further Ado, I bring you...chains 4-6! A KNSI production.

"Shizuka." The name was a vague sigh on his lips, melting into a whisper. Watanuki's heart froze, unable to find warmth in the cold halls of the hospital. His hands circled around his rival, no, his friend, no! His...his...classmate's wrist. Doumeki's eyelids remained shut. Watanuki's slender fingers traced the scars, eyes widening as they curved onto his chest. Watanuki blanched. Oh my god. How could I not know? How could I not see? How could I let you die?

Watanuki's hand curled around something cold. He trailed his fingers along its outline, trying to figure out what it was. He quickly gasped as the sheets blossomed red where his hand was. Knife. Knife. Knife. Why does Shizuka have a knife? His brain shut down, forming a perverse protection against the world, unwilling to put two and two together. He wouldn't...

He kept tracing the knife with his finger, the sheets turning the bloodstain from light red to a deep scarlet to a angry burgundy. Knife, knife, knife...the word played a sick soundtrack, breaking down his mental barrier. He alternated fingers, making them all feel the pain of his heart. Watanuki cried, wishing for Doumeki to wake up, to sneer, to call him an idiot.

You jerk! Wake UP! WAKE UP! His will pounded on Doumeki, forcing itself on him. WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! NOW! His hands grasped Doumeki’s with a strength that he didn’t know he possessed, his blood traveling on Doumeki’s scars, painting them pink, a remembrance their origins. Watanuki clasped harder, his knuckles turning white. He whispered into Doumeki’s ear. “Shizuka. Shizuka.” When this got no response. “I told you I wouldn’t help you. I told you, didn’t I? Is that why you won’t wake up?” Doumeki didn’t even twitch. “Well listen, you jerk. I love you. I won’t just stand here, and I won’t watch you die. I’m supposed to die first. You have no right to die! I don’t see any demons howling in your wake. I don’t see any deranged souls tear at your essence. You bastard, you wake up and tell me why the hell you get to die when I still have to sit here and fight them, all alone.” He ended his rant brokenly, forcing his voice to stay strong.

“You idiot.” Doumeki whispered.

The cliffhanger monster struck again!

One more chapter, I promise. And maybe, just maybe, I may come out of my closet of chastity and let ya’ll have a little action….

So much LOVE!,

Doomed

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I know. So original…

P.P.S. To Lizzie—Ha! I DID use the phrase “force himself on you”.,,,just not the way that you probably wanted….