A Bunch Of One Shots

I Was Going To Make it a Yaoi ._.

This one was going to be Yaoi, but I had to introduce how he lost his first lover before I wrote more. Unfortunately, I just introduced how he lost his first love and then stopped, so it's technically not even a yaoi anymore. There's no BOYxBOY D: 

*FLASHBACK*

“Crepton, please, help me!” Hawri screamed, her voice echoing throughout the house. I jumped out of bed instantly.

“Hawri?” I called out, rushing out of the bedroom and frantically looking around. She could be anywhere in the house. The kitchen, living room, bedroom...”Hawri! Just tell me where you are!”

“PLEASE, CREPTON, PLEASE!” She shrieked, sending chills down my spine. Tears slid down my cheeks as I rushed into the living room. Everything was silent for a moment, as I caught my breath. There was blood on the floor. Thick, red, blood. It smeared along the living room floor, leading into the kitchen. I could hear her calls getting weaker and weaker. I tried to stop and pinpoint where her calls were coming from, but with no luck. No matter where I went, it always sounded like they were coming from the same place I was standing. Which isn't possible, of course, because I would've seen her if she were there. I took one last long glance around the living room. The place where we had made so many memories...

Then I turned on my heels and ran for the kitchen.

The blood trail stopped about two feet into the kitchen, and I immediately realized that it was a trap. A distraction, rather. Making me think she's one place when in reality, she's in a whole other place entirely.“Fuck,” I hissed, my tears clouding my vision slightly as I ran out out of the kitchen, past the living room, and into the hallway. Four doors on each side of the hall were placed there, all of them locked, as they should be, since we hadn't actually used them yet. The house Hawri and I had bought was way too big for just the two of us, but we didn't care. We wanted our dream house, and for awhile, we thought we had found it. It wasn't going to be much of a dream house anymore, though.

Not if the love of my life died in it.

I bit my lip and took a deep breath, slamming into the first door on my left. It didn't budge. I tried again, harder this time. The door gave out and I rushed into the room, my green eyes searching for her figure desperately. She had to be here. She had to.

She wasn't.

I backed out into the hallway yet again, this time ramming myself into the first door on the right. It gave out instantly. I sprinted inside, looking around. No luck.

“Goddammit!” I hissed, running out of the room and moving on to the second door on the left. The moment my shoulder came in contact with the door, I heard another one of Hawri's screams. But this one was different from all the others.

This scream was the one that would echo in my mind for the next five years. That would haunt my dreams endlessly. One that would make me regret ever moving into that house.

It was a scream that was followed by a gunshot, and as the door gave way and I rushed into the second room on the left, I saw my wife fall to the ground, a pool of red surrounding her as soon as she came in contact with the floor.

I took a step back, covering my mouth, the only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat, ringing in my ears louder than anything I had ever heard before.

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

I looked up, horrified, unable to make a single sound, as I stare at the man who did this, my hands shaking ever so slightly.

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

This man was the one who took everything I had away from me in a split second, the one who had mercilessly murdered my wife. Warm tears continued to slide down my cheeks.

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

He turned his head towards me, dropping the gun as if it meant nothing to him. He laughed quietly, but I couldn't hear him. My ears were still ringing, and my heartbeat was becoming faster and faster

Badumbadumbadum.

I couldn't concentrate, I felt as though my world was crumbling around me, and my knees gave out.

badumbadumbadum

His red eyes met my green one, and he gave me one big smile, his ink black hair covering most of his facial feature, preventing me from ever getting a good observation of him.

Badumbadumba-“Whoopsies.” He mumbled softly, his voice low and cold. “That was my bad.” The ringing had stopped the moment he said anything, and I just watched him in shock. He took a step towards me, and for a second, I thought-no, no-I hoped, he'd take my life too. But instead he merely stepped around me, and out the door, his gloved hands in his pockets.

I'd never wept so much in my entire life.