It tore Him Apart

BAD END

Somehow, Haru managed to avoid Makoto for the rest of the week. And considering they sat next to each other in class, it was quite an achievement. The students shuffled out of class to get home, Makoto and Kishi included, while Haru just sat in his chair, waiting just enough time for him to be unable to run into the giant.

The teacher seemed to have caught on, because she let him stay late, pretending she hadn't noticed. Haru pulled himself out of the chair eventually, dragging his feet towards the door. The teacher waited for him to get out before locking the door and leaving for home, her bag and umbrella hooked over her arm.

Haru changed his shoes and was about to leave when he heard another locker shut loudly behind him.

He turned, wondering who could possibly still be at school at this hour, when it was almost dark inside, an orange glow filled the room.

Makoto stood there, one strap of his bag hanging off his shoulder. He looked at him without really looking at him, as thought he wasn't seeing him there.

"Haru... We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about." Haru objected, trying to leave.

"There was a time, Haru," Makoto said, quickly to catch the other's attention, the playfulness gone from his voice. "That I loved you, too. But I--you--it felt one-sided, so eventually I moved on, I had to. it was dragging me down. I'm sorry."

Haru wanted to yell at him After saying all that he could still apologize? Did he care at all for Haru's pride?

In his state of mind-reading weakness Makoto couldn't know how much those words burned, how they scrapped deep inside his soul an left a scar. He hoped Makoto would be looking at his eyes, miserably trying to read his thoughts. Haruka hoped he would leave, see how much his whole existence was yelling for him to just "GO!".

Eventually he did. Makoto walked right past him. And then came the tears. He'd held them just until Makoto would leave.

They spilled over his cheeks and dripped off his chin, while his face remained a portrait of utmost shock.

He didn't know how he had gotten home. Didn't know Makoto watched him in silence as they walked separately. Haruka was sunk deep in his mind, with no one to pull him back. Had Makoto severed their friendship? Was that it for them?

Haruka only snapped back to himself at his front door. He walked up the stairs, stripping as he walked.

But even once he was submerged to his chin in the bath, his thoughts wouldn't stop spinning back to Makoto.

He stalked out of the bath still dripping, and headed for the kitchen. He didn't know how to deal with emotions very well, but maybe mackerel would do the trick.

In the kitchen, his mind sparked light the beginning of fire. He ran his hand over the assortment of knives lined up in his drawer. What would Makoto do if he found a body? What would he think if Haru died? Would he even care? Haruka was starting to scare himself with his own thoughts.

But something has to be done! His mind screamed.

Haruka's fingers closed around a large, black hilt. He lifted the large knife out of the drawer.

He raised it to his chest, the cool tip pressed to his bare skin.

And pushed.

A/N: So how did you like that? I made Makoto kind of a jerk.... Welp my friends have been hating on Kishi so I left him out ;D. I'm gona post a happy end too, so don't worry about that, I just couldn't decide between happy and bad end so DMMD style it is!

PLZ tell me if you have any ideas for a good end that could be sorta realistic cuz I'm not sure if mine is that great, though I do have an idea.