Dive!!

One: Do I Have to Go?

Friday 8:37 Pm
Nobody's POV

The slumped body of Shinobu Kouki was limping down the hallway of the Shimizu household. His legs wobbled from time to time, soiling his bandages "Kou-chan," a voice called down the hallway where Shimizu Kiyoko was.

"Hmmm." Was Kouki's halfhearted reply. Kiyoko huffed at her younger cousin, her hands reaching out to steady him every once in a while when he slipped. "Kou-chan," she mumbled worriedly. "Could we talk." His dull eyes lifted to her face, he nodded otherwise.

"Sure." He whispered. He didn't like being very loud, his throat rough and over used by crying. Kouki let Kiyoko drag the boy to her room, laying him down on his futon and getting in a comfortable position.

"So," she started off looking into his mismatched eyes. "To get straight to the point, I wanted you to accompany me to a training camp for my club." She bluntly stated. At the words training camp, Kouki's eyes widened and his head shook. "No no no no no no no." His arms were waving around in a 'Don't shoot me I'm innocent' way.

Thinking this was going to happen Kiyoko grinned evilly. "Sorry little cuz but you have to. Mom and Dad are leaving for a few weeks and you cant stay here alone, again." Her eyes twinkled. Kouki trembled, his cousin sometimes-most of the time- scared him and he always wondered how she was always getting love letters in her locker.

"No Kiyo-chan. I would like to stay here please." He pleaded. He never liked going out in public. You never know whos out there these days. "Come one Kou, start packing for a few weeks because were leaving for camp at six tomorrow." She chuckled and left to go and get ready for bed.

Kouki looked terrified, his body was shaking but he had to get packed anyways even if he didn't want to go. He grabbed his black duffel bag and started to fish out some cloths from his boxes in the closet.

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Kiyoko came out of the bathroom dressed for bed right as Kouki finished zipping up his duffle. "All set?" She yawned, covering her mouth with a hand. Kouki just nodded and lied on the futon, closing his eyes and wishing this was just a dream.

His cousin shut off the lights and the room was swallowed by the darkness. She typed on her phone for a minuet, sending a few texts before setting it down along with her glasses and closing her grey eyes. Kouki waited for her to be asleep before getting up and leaving for the bathroom.

He entered the hallway and slid into the bathroom with ease. He grabbed a box from the his pocket and locked the door behind him, the lock popping into place. Kouki flipped the latch to open the box and pulled out a razor, the shiny metal reflecting off the soft glow of the lights.

Taking the blade to his wrist, Kouki counted each and every line as endless insults engraved into his mind. Liar, one line was drawn. Faggot, a second. Disgraceful, third. Freak, monster, fourth and fifth. Murderer, this line made tears come to Kouki's face. Useless, he cut deeper. Worthless, he froze on the eighth line before digging the bloodied blade into his arm and slicing a long and deep cut.

After eight bloody lines were carved into the skin of his wrist, Kouki wiped his tear-stained face and started to clean up his mess once again. He washed the blade before putting it back in his box then he took some toilet paper and started to clean up the blood on his arms. Pressing down a little harder when he got to the seventh and eighth lines. He bandaged his arms up and rolled down his ling sleeves.

Kouki didnt say a word as the blood from the floor was flushed down the toilet, somehow not clogging it. He slowly walked back to Kiyoko's room, opening the sliding door softly before closing it once again. His feet hit his futon and he lied down.