Unfinished Fanfiction Stories

Angel [Kazuscara Angst]

A/N My phone isn't phoning so I'm posting this here for @XkaiXhaha1522 I hope you like self-harm. I like self-harm- not like that-! Nvm. I don't know a lot abt self-harm but I want to learn more so I can help teach others and spread awareness (I think or maybe I'm just saying that to justify my desire to learn born from pure curiosity and bc that's what makes me sound like a good person #ppl_pleaser(?)) Sry, enjoy!

TW: SELF-HARM (and one thought of attempting suicide.)

A thick silence filled the room. Scara held his blade tightly to his chest, his eyes straining to keep from blacking out. Kazuha's eyes focused on the ravenette sitting in a small pool of blood. Kazuha's body quickly moved on its own, his hands grabbing a black towel and med kit. Kazuha pressed the towel down on the fresh cuts marking Scara's thighs.

"10:30...," Kazuha mumbled, "So, how did this happen?"

"I cut too deep... I'm sorry, Kazu. I'm so sorry- I'm sorry you have to deal with me. I'm sorry I ruined your night." Scara mumbled, tears rolling down his cheeks in waves, his shaky hands clutched the blade tighter, his knuckles turning white.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't apologize. I'm proud of you, love. You did the right thing by calling me." Kazuha gave him a small peck on the head.

"Kazu... am I gonna die?" Scara asked, his voice faint and drained, "Is that why you came? So I won't die alone."

"You're not gonna die, I'm here to make certain of that."

"Kazu, I-I feel dizzy. Please don't let me die! I don't want to go yet!"

"Scara, listen to me. You. Are not. Dying. Tonight. You probably experiencing a symptom of blood loss. I have iron pills in my bag that might help. Want me to grab those?"

Scara nodded, taking in Kazuha's words: He wasn't going to die. Kazuha will make sure of that.

"Can you hold the towel? I'll be right back. Keep applying pressure. The bleeding should hopefully have stopped. Otherwise, we might have to go to the hospital." Kazuha left the bathroom, heading to the front door where he left his backpack.

Scara did as he was told, pressing down as much as he could, praying the bleeding would stop.

"Here, take this," Kazuha said, having returned hastily, a beige pill in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Scara swallowed the pill with ease, taking a sip of water to wash down the bad taste.

"Thank you. And... um... I don't want to go to the hospital, Kazuha. Please don't make me."

Kazuha took a deep breath and spoke, "You have nothing to fear. I will never make you do something against your will. I'm sorry for scaring you, love."

Scara smiled weakly. A short silence fell between the two as Kazuha checked his phone surprised to see 10 minutes had already passed.

"Hey, babe, can you take the towel off?" Kazuha asked, Scara nodded and did so. The bleeding thankfully stopped. Scara let out a shaky breath of relief. "I'm... I'm not gonna die."

"Yes, love, you're gonna live," Kazuha whispered, a smile breaking across his lips. "I still have to clean and wrap your cuts."
Scara nodded. Kazuha silently cleaned the other's wounds with a soapy towel, carefully staying out of the cuts.

"How- How come you're so good at cleaning and bandaging my cuts?" Scara asked, amazed by Kazuha's precision.

Kazuha inhaled softly, letting his eyes shut for a second as he exhaled.

"My best friend was a self-harmer so... when I could I would bandage him up."

"Did he get better?"

"No... he- um..." Kazuha didn't say it, but his eyes spoke for him: I couldn't save him.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to be insensitive..."

"That's a first heh."

"..."

"Don't worry, I kinda love that about you. Want me to carry you to your bed?"

Scara shook his head and said, "No, I'm not weak."

Kazuha helped Scara out of the bathroom and onto his bed.
"What do you want to wear? I can help you change-"

"I don't need your help!"

"Right, sorry. I'll clean up the bathroom floor. You can change your clothes by yourself, right?" Kazuha retorted, his tone sharper than he meant but he didn't apologize, leaving before Scara could speak.

Small water drops spilled down his cheeks, following the tear-stained path paved by the tears from earlier.
Why did I say that? Why am I such an awful person? Fucking idiot. I can't do anything right. For fuck sake why can't I just be thankful? Kazuha has no intentions of cleaning my floor or coming back. He's likely waiting for an Uber and praying I don't catch him leaving. Why the fuck am I sad about him leaving? I pushed him away; I don't get to cry about him leaving me. He's just another thorn in my side trying to convince me to quit. I'm just a weak pathetic waste! Who wouldn't want to leave me? Who would ever willingly stay with me? If an angel like that exists - I don't deserve to meet them. And if they don't exist, maybe I shouldn't either-

"Scara, I'm sorry! I shouldn't be angry with you. What you said just struck a nerve since you called for help. and I know I said I wasn't busy or anything, but I guess I still had hoped for an appreciative attitude or- but you're in pain and I never should have expected anything from you. I'm here for you and nothing. I'm truly sorry; can you forgive me?" Kazuha apologized, speaking quickly, standing in the doorway, clutching the door frame with one hand. More tears spilt down Scara's chin, dropping onto his hand, clenching the bedsheets.

No words left Scara's mouth; a lump forming in his throat.

"Please... say something, Scara," Kazuhu begged.

"...can't... " Scara croaked quietly.

"You can write in my notebook," Kazuha offered, pulling out his pencil and notebook from the back pocket of his black jeans as he crossed the room to Scara. Scara wrote down his words on an empty page while Kazuha watched him patiently. Scara showed him the page.

"You... can't believe I stayed?" Scara wrote more.

"Everyone else leaves, I assumed you would too... Scara, I would never leave you. I will never leave you. You don't have to be afraid; I'll always come back to you. You are so much to me, Scara." Kazuha cupped Scara's cheek tenderly, kissing him gently. Scara leaned into his touch, muttering quietly, words meant only for Kazuha's ears.

"I love you, too, Scara."

-Seika
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A/N Holy shit this was a rollercoaster. I think I might have written a few parts wrongly with the characters poorly portraying certain aspects of sh and harm reduction but there is much I can do about it, being a mediocre writer and all. If you have any suggestions for more accuracy please let me know. That's all! BYE 👋