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Life is Worth Nothing 4
Title: Life is Worth Nothing
Rating: War Warnings: Yaoi and Yuri (male/male love, female/female love) Suicidal thoughts.
Pairings: Eriol/Syaoran, Sakura/Tomoyo, maybe more in the future chapters.
Aus Nos Notes: I hope you like this chapter if you find big spelling mistakes or something doesn’t make any sense to you please write to me and I will try to help and all. Next one will be up soon and that is where it starts to get good
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except for those I made up.
Chapter Four
Moving over to the door that held the troubled teenager Syaoran tapped on the wood. “Eriol, umm tea is ready” he spoke unsure of whether to open the door or to wait for a reply even though he didn’t know if he would get one.
A few seconds past, just as Syaoran was considering to open the door a small sound was heard and the door opened to reveal the dark haired teenager. “Dinner is ready” the brown haired boy replied not knowing what else to say. The boy just nodded in his reply waiting for Syaoran to lead the way to the kitchen.
~~~
After dinner Syaoran tried to persuade Eriol into watching a movie with him but Eriol just shook his head in reply and stood to leave for his given room.
Sighing Syaoran stood walking to his door he looked at the closed door opposite him, hoping one more time that their was no sharp instruments in the room or that Eriol had snuck one in through dinner.
Closing his bedroom door the young teenager walked over to the bsittsitting on it he buried his face into his hands feeling helpless and frustrated.
How was he meant to help this boy if he didn’t even talk? Syaoran gowned feeling the frustration settle on his mind, he won’t even talk to me, Syaoran thought trying to find a way to bring the teenager to trust him.
~~~
Eriol looked around the dark room again; he didn’t know why he was being forced to live when he didn’t want to. Looking around the room his grey eyes scanned for a sharp tool, anything that may end his suffering even if it was through small wounds that didn’t threaten his life.
He found comfort in inflicting small cuts on his arms, he didn’t feel the pain but he did see the release, it was much easier then telling his emotions to others…so he learned.
Walking over to one of the desk where the books were held. Opening the top draw the boy looked unconsciously for an object sharp enough.
Looking into the draw he saw that it only held a few pens with some writing paper, closing the draw with a sigh the boy opened the middle draw as he did he heard the sound of something rolling at the bottom of the draw.
Moving a few pieces of paper out of the way the blue haired boy came across a small silver screw.
Picking the object up Eriol felt his heart beat faster, it may not be deep enough to end his pain in one slash or sharp enough but it will work in making small nonlife threatening cuts.
Eyes glazed over Eriol walked over to the bed, sitting on it he rolled up his sleeve as far as it would go.
Seeing as Syaoran would be watching out for any newly formed cuts Eriol took extra care in placing them in areas that the shirt would hide.
Looking at the pale skin of his upper-arm he placed the sharp end of the weapon onto his skin, placing pressure onto the screw he saw the small blood trail that was left behind.
Closing his eyes his hand moved with no need for control, as it had done this many times and had grown common to the path.
~~~
Syaoran awoke early the next morning with the sun shinning into his room. Groaning slightly the teenager rolled over in an attempt to block out the suns persuasion in waking up.
Giving up in the feeble attempt Syaoran sat up looking down at the alarm clock on the side of his bed in large red numbers it read ‘10:03’.
Walking into the lounge room Syaoran scanned the room trying to see if Eriol had woken up yet, not seeing the blue haired boy anywhere he moved back into the hallway and stood in front of the guest’s bedroom that was now housing Eriol.
Knocking on the door he waited for a response from the other end that would allow him permission to enter the room.
Hearing none Syaoran looked down at the handle, not being able to stop the worry that crept up on him.
Taking a deep breath Syaoran gripped the handle and opened the door enough for him to see inside the room.
“Eriol?” Syaoran looked further into the room opening the door wider as he did.
“Eriol, are you up yet?” moving into the room Syaoran approached the bed that he could see Eriol was sleeping in.
Stopping just next to the sleeping form Syaoran looked down at the darker haired boy, if you didn’t know any better you would think that the boy sleeping on the bed was just an ordinary teenager with no problems in his life, Syaoran frowned at the thought of what Eriol’s life must have been like, something must have happened to send this boy into the state he is now, something that the boy so desperately wanted to get away from.
Syaoran was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn’t realised Eriol wake up. Feeling like he was being watched Syaoran woke from his thoughts only to see hazy grey eyes looking into his own with an inquisitive stare.
Syaoran feeling his cheeks growing warm with the eye contact he smiled down at the teen boy “G…gomen” Syaoran said bowing in an apology.
“I was just seeing if you were awake, I’m sorry” Syaoran said feeling embarrassed at being caught. Eriol looked away from the boy and to the blankets. Syaoran smiled at the boy changing the subject “would you like something to eat?” Eriol looked back up to the brown haired teenager and nodded, not knowing why he even bothered to nod, he didn’t feel hungry but apparently his body disapproved.
“Okay then, I’ll make us breakfast, I only have cereals though” Syaoran spoke as he smiled down at Eriol who only looked at him blankly as if not understanding a word he said.
After breakfast Syaoran walked over to the small coffee table in front of the TV picking up some papers he walked back over to where Eriol sat in the kitchen.
“Okay, I don’t know if you go to a school near here but the doctors said that I should be keeping an eye on you, so I have the document here to enrol you into my school” Syaoran said placing the papers down and pulling up a stool next to Eriol.
“I just need to ask you some things that I didn’t know the answers too” Eriol looked down at the papers, there was a few questions answered like his name and subjects chosen, Syaoran seeing the confused look on the young teenagers face as he read through the chosen subjects Syaoran smiled at him, “I put you into the subjects I am taking so that you don’t get left alone…” Syaoran finished unsure if he had said the right thing, seeing no reaction from Eriol he continued.
“I hope you don’t mind but if there is a subject that you want to change just tell me” with this small comment made by Syaoran a small glare was sent in his direction by the dark haired teen, he knew that Syaoran was trying to find ways to force him into talking.
Though he was too busy looking through the papers to see the glare sent in his direction Syaoran held a small smug smile knowing that he had won in making the other teen understand that he wasn’t going to get away in not talking.
“Okay…umm here we go. Okay I guessed that you are from America? But I just want to check it with you, okay?” looking up at the young teenager who’s glare had softened slightly. Seeing that there wasn’t going to be any answer Syaoran continued determined to get the boy talking even if it was just one word by the end of the day.
Turning back to the questions Syaoran continued “so where were you born?” looking over at Eriol Syaoran smiled innocently as if not seeing what he was doing.
Eriol sighed he wasn’t going to let him go without speaking “England” he answered in a small whisper. Syaoran smiled at his success and leaned a little closer to the other teen “excuse me” Eriol turned to the light brown haired boy in a small glare.
“I said England, I was born in England” Syaoran hearing a much larger sentence given to him heard the accent that most English people held.
Nodding with satisfaction Syaoran smiled at the glaring teen, “you have a nice voice, you should use it more often” this caused the darker haired teen to turn a slight red with the comment given to him, his glare disappearing Eriol looked over at his host, he didn’t know why Syaoran seemed to be able to get him to talk.
Shaking his head he looked back down at the paper awaiting the next question.
Syaoran moved on glad that he had heard Eriol talk.
“Okay England….umm okay what is your last name?” Syaoran looked over at the darker haired boy expectantly.
Eriol didn’t answer and instead looked at the paper. Seeing that in order for this to work he had to talk, sighing he turned back to the boy who awaited the answer.
“Wouldn’t it just be easier if I fill it out?” Syaoran was slightly taken back by the sentence but saw the sense in it, nodding he passed the paper over to the boy.
“Sure” handing him the pen Eriol looked down at the questions and began to fill them out.
After he had filled out the papers Syaoran looked over them and nodded seeing that everything seemed in order.
“Okay we start school on Monday” Syaoran commented, then turning back to the Eriol he noticed that he was wearing the same cloths that he wore when Syaoran had found him lying unconscious on the floor.
“This afternoon we can stop by at your house and pick up some cloths and all if you want?” Eriol looked over at Syaoran feeling a little uncertain about taking someone to his place. Seeing that Syaoran wouldn’t give up though Eriol just nodded.
TBC…
Rating: War Warnings: Yaoi and Yuri (male/male love, female/female love) Suicidal thoughts.
Pairings: Eriol/Syaoran, Sakura/Tomoyo, maybe more in the future chapters.
Aus Nos Notes: I hope you like this chapter if you find big spelling mistakes or something doesn’t make any sense to you please write to me and I will try to help and all. Next one will be up soon and that is where it starts to get good
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except for those I made up.
Chapter Four
Moving over to the door that held the troubled teenager Syaoran tapped on the wood. “Eriol, umm tea is ready” he spoke unsure of whether to open the door or to wait for a reply even though he didn’t know if he would get one.
A few seconds past, just as Syaoran was considering to open the door a small sound was heard and the door opened to reveal the dark haired teenager. “Dinner is ready” the brown haired boy replied not knowing what else to say. The boy just nodded in his reply waiting for Syaoran to lead the way to the kitchen.
~~~
After dinner Syaoran tried to persuade Eriol into watching a movie with him but Eriol just shook his head in reply and stood to leave for his given room.
Sighing Syaoran stood walking to his door he looked at the closed door opposite him, hoping one more time that their was no sharp instruments in the room or that Eriol had snuck one in through dinner.
Closing his bedroom door the young teenager walked over to the bsittsitting on it he buried his face into his hands feeling helpless and frustrated.
How was he meant to help this boy if he didn’t even talk? Syaoran gowned feeling the frustration settle on his mind, he won’t even talk to me, Syaoran thought trying to find a way to bring the teenager to trust him.
~~~
Eriol looked around the dark room again; he didn’t know why he was being forced to live when he didn’t want to. Looking around the room his grey eyes scanned for a sharp tool, anything that may end his suffering even if it was through small wounds that didn’t threaten his life.
He found comfort in inflicting small cuts on his arms, he didn’t feel the pain but he did see the release, it was much easier then telling his emotions to others…so he learned.
Walking over to one of the desk where the books were held. Opening the top draw the boy looked unconsciously for an object sharp enough.
Looking into the draw he saw that it only held a few pens with some writing paper, closing the draw with a sigh the boy opened the middle draw as he did he heard the sound of something rolling at the bottom of the draw.
Moving a few pieces of paper out of the way the blue haired boy came across a small silver screw.
Picking the object up Eriol felt his heart beat faster, it may not be deep enough to end his pain in one slash or sharp enough but it will work in making small nonlife threatening cuts.
Eyes glazed over Eriol walked over to the bed, sitting on it he rolled up his sleeve as far as it would go.
Seeing as Syaoran would be watching out for any newly formed cuts Eriol took extra care in placing them in areas that the shirt would hide.
Looking at the pale skin of his upper-arm he placed the sharp end of the weapon onto his skin, placing pressure onto the screw he saw the small blood trail that was left behind.
Closing his eyes his hand moved with no need for control, as it had done this many times and had grown common to the path.
~~~
Syaoran awoke early the next morning with the sun shinning into his room. Groaning slightly the teenager rolled over in an attempt to block out the suns persuasion in waking up.
Giving up in the feeble attempt Syaoran sat up looking down at the alarm clock on the side of his bed in large red numbers it read ‘10:03’.
Walking into the lounge room Syaoran scanned the room trying to see if Eriol had woken up yet, not seeing the blue haired boy anywhere he moved back into the hallway and stood in front of the guest’s bedroom that was now housing Eriol.
Knocking on the door he waited for a response from the other end that would allow him permission to enter the room.
Hearing none Syaoran looked down at the handle, not being able to stop the worry that crept up on him.
Taking a deep breath Syaoran gripped the handle and opened the door enough for him to see inside the room.
“Eriol?” Syaoran looked further into the room opening the door wider as he did.
“Eriol, are you up yet?” moving into the room Syaoran approached the bed that he could see Eriol was sleeping in.
Stopping just next to the sleeping form Syaoran looked down at the darker haired boy, if you didn’t know any better you would think that the boy sleeping on the bed was just an ordinary teenager with no problems in his life, Syaoran frowned at the thought of what Eriol’s life must have been like, something must have happened to send this boy into the state he is now, something that the boy so desperately wanted to get away from.
Syaoran was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn’t realised Eriol wake up. Feeling like he was being watched Syaoran woke from his thoughts only to see hazy grey eyes looking into his own with an inquisitive stare.
Syaoran feeling his cheeks growing warm with the eye contact he smiled down at the teen boy “G…gomen” Syaoran said bowing in an apology.
“I was just seeing if you were awake, I’m sorry” Syaoran said feeling embarrassed at being caught. Eriol looked away from the boy and to the blankets. Syaoran smiled at the boy changing the subject “would you like something to eat?” Eriol looked back up to the brown haired teenager and nodded, not knowing why he even bothered to nod, he didn’t feel hungry but apparently his body disapproved.
“Okay then, I’ll make us breakfast, I only have cereals though” Syaoran spoke as he smiled down at Eriol who only looked at him blankly as if not understanding a word he said.
After breakfast Syaoran walked over to the small coffee table in front of the TV picking up some papers he walked back over to where Eriol sat in the kitchen.
“Okay, I don’t know if you go to a school near here but the doctors said that I should be keeping an eye on you, so I have the document here to enrol you into my school” Syaoran said placing the papers down and pulling up a stool next to Eriol.
“I just need to ask you some things that I didn’t know the answers too” Eriol looked down at the papers, there was a few questions answered like his name and subjects chosen, Syaoran seeing the confused look on the young teenagers face as he read through the chosen subjects Syaoran smiled at him, “I put you into the subjects I am taking so that you don’t get left alone…” Syaoran finished unsure if he had said the right thing, seeing no reaction from Eriol he continued.
“I hope you don’t mind but if there is a subject that you want to change just tell me” with this small comment made by Syaoran a small glare was sent in his direction by the dark haired teen, he knew that Syaoran was trying to find ways to force him into talking.
Though he was too busy looking through the papers to see the glare sent in his direction Syaoran held a small smug smile knowing that he had won in making the other teen understand that he wasn’t going to get away in not talking.
“Okay…umm here we go. Okay I guessed that you are from America? But I just want to check it with you, okay?” looking up at the young teenager who’s glare had softened slightly. Seeing that there wasn’t going to be any answer Syaoran continued determined to get the boy talking even if it was just one word by the end of the day.
Turning back to the questions Syaoran continued “so where were you born?” looking over at Eriol Syaoran smiled innocently as if not seeing what he was doing.
Eriol sighed he wasn’t going to let him go without speaking “England” he answered in a small whisper. Syaoran smiled at his success and leaned a little closer to the other teen “excuse me” Eriol turned to the light brown haired boy in a small glare.
“I said England, I was born in England” Syaoran hearing a much larger sentence given to him heard the accent that most English people held.
Nodding with satisfaction Syaoran smiled at the glaring teen, “you have a nice voice, you should use it more often” this caused the darker haired teen to turn a slight red with the comment given to him, his glare disappearing Eriol looked over at his host, he didn’t know why Syaoran seemed to be able to get him to talk.
Shaking his head he looked back down at the paper awaiting the next question.
Syaoran moved on glad that he had heard Eriol talk.
“Okay England….umm okay what is your last name?” Syaoran looked over at the darker haired boy expectantly.
Eriol didn’t answer and instead looked at the paper. Seeing that in order for this to work he had to talk, sighing he turned back to the boy who awaited the answer.
“Wouldn’t it just be easier if I fill it out?” Syaoran was slightly taken back by the sentence but saw the sense in it, nodding he passed the paper over to the boy.
“Sure” handing him the pen Eriol looked down at the questions and began to fill them out.
After he had filled out the papers Syaoran looked over them and nodded seeing that everything seemed in order.
“Okay we start school on Monday” Syaoran commented, then turning back to the Eriol he noticed that he was wearing the same cloths that he wore when Syaoran had found him lying unconscious on the floor.
“This afternoon we can stop by at your house and pick up some cloths and all if you want?” Eriol looked over at Syaoran feeling a little uncertain about taking someone to his place. Seeing that Syaoran wouldn’t give up though Eriol just nodded.
TBC…