Wait For Me

I was visiting Ayato today to share the new information I collected last night. I knocked on his front door and a raspy voice answered.

"AHEM! 'Scuse me. 'Ere to see Yato huh?"

"Yes sir."

"Come right in, make yourself at home."

I walked inside, the house smelled of alcohol and junkfood. The living room was small with a desk in the corner, a tv up against a wall and a sofa in the middle of the room. Along with a cooler on the side of the sofa and a bag of chips on the floor.

"Yato's upstairs by the way, hasn't come out of his room all day though. I'm sure he's just busy doin' his own thing."

"Okay, thank you."

I climbed the stairs to his room, which was the first door to the right. On his door was a sticky note that said, 'Goodbye forever'. When I opened his door, I saw something I would never forget. Yato was slouched against the wall with knife in his hand.

"Yato what are you doing? Put that knife down!"

"I'm sorry Shiro."

He then pushed the knife into his neck, blood dripping from the blade of the knife drenching his clothes in a dark red. I screamed loud enough to be heard throughout the whole house. Yato's father ran up the stairs,

"Hey what're you yellin about kid? Gonna rouse the entire neighborhood."

I pointed to Yato's slowly dying body lying on the blood stained carpet. I could feel the fear coursing through my heart into my arms and legs making me feel weak. His father took three long strides over to me and glanced at Yato. His eyes showed no remorse for what Yato has done to himself.

"So he was this upset hm?"

I began to feel angry, Yato is now dead and his father doesn't show the slightest amount of empathy.

"Why..? Why is Yato dead?" My voice shook as I talked, almost stuttering.
"Well, it's complicated kid."
He took a long pause before he spoke again, the flies making the only sound in the house.

"You know how Yato's mother died Shiro?"

"Yes sir."

"This mornin', Yato came up to me all quiet 'n sad and he said, 'Father, do you know why mother was murdered?' 'n I told him, yes. Yes I do know why your mom was murdered. So I told him the truth, I told him, 'It was me. I killed your mother.'"

I gasped, my eyes felt as is they were bulging out of my face. My heart raced and my legs felt like mush. I fell onto the floor holding myself tightly as to not break into a million pieces.

"Why...? Why did you kill them?"

"Them? I only killed his mother. Yato did this to himself. If you're wonderin' why I killed'er it's cause she was a pain in the behind. Always naggin' me to stop goin' out and drinkin and I had enough. She got on my last nerve, so I took her out 'n killed'er with my butcher knife. The same one Yato has used to beat his neck in."

I began to cry. Ayato, my poor Ayato. Now gone from the world, leaving me behind to live this life of pain and suffering. I looked at Yato one last time, wishing I could hug him and bring him back to me. There was no coming back from what he has done to himself. Blood stained the knife all the way to the handle, the grotesque cut ran up and down his neck, spilling blood everywhere. The knife probably went all the way through his neck as well. His eyes, a beautiful bright brown, now dead and empty. The smile he once gave me has turned into a gaping hole of despair. I stared until I could look no longer at what Yato has become and I walked home; tears staining my face and raining down onto my shirt. The sadness swelling through my entire body slowly began to mutate into anger. My legs felt stronger than ever, I felt like I could run anywhere and never stop. So, I ran. I ran and ran as fast as I could home, not stopping to rest or breath. I want to get away, away from here. Away from this world, away from myself. I just want Yato to stop me and take me in his arms and tell me everything's okay. But now he is gone, and so is my will to live. I slowed down to think, to plan. April 10th, Yato's birthday will be the day I commit suicide. That is 4 days away, I just have to endure 4 more days. I was home now, my parents both work until late tonight. It was 6:57 and I usually go to sleep at 8. Maybe when I wake up, this all would have been a bad dream. Yes, just a dream. This is all just a dream. I took some time to force food into my system before I went to sleep, I've only eaten once today. After what I have seen, I couldn't eat. It was now 7:39 and I was lying down in bed, my eyes sore after the waterfall of tears. I stared at the ceiling until finally, my eyes closed. I woke up in Yato's room, I was lying down on his bed.

"Yato?" I called out to him.
"What is it?"

I was startled, it was Yato's voice I heard. It was only until then that I noticed I was in Yato's arms, his warmth filled my heart with happiness.

"Yato! I'm glad you're okay. I just had the strangest dream."

He was silent for a moment, then he pulled me closer until his mouth was almost touching my ear. He whispered,

"That wasn't a dream."

He pushed me away, far enough to the point where I could see his face, but he was looking down.

"Yato? What do you mean?"

I tried to laugh it off, he was probably pulling another prank on me.

"It wasn't a dream."

He looked up at me. Blood poured out of his mouth and the cut in his neck, his eyes became dead and foggy. I screamed once more, falling off of his bed.

"What's wrong Shiro? It's just me."

His voice was distorted and his words slurred. Adrenaline coursed throughout my entire body, my heart was pounding out of my chest.

"Shiro, everything is going to be okay. Now come back up here and give me a hug."

He spread his arms out, his right hand clutching the butcher knife he had used to cut his throat.

"No.. No no no.. Please don't kill me Yato. Just leave me alone!"

I stood up and I started to run. I tried my best but I couldn't move my legs, they felt as if they were a hundred pounds. I fell onto the floor and began to crawl as fast as I could out of Yato's room. As I opened his door, his room led to an empty abyss. I looked down to see if there was an end, but there was not. I stumbled back into the room, Yato stood in front of me blocking the way.

"Why are you running from me Shiro? I thought you loved me."

"Yato, I do love you. But you're dead! You left me behind! I should be the one asking questions!"

Tears streamed out of my eyes once again.

"There is no escape Shirona. Come to me."

I slowly stood up, trembling like I was about to break into a million little pieces.

"It's okay Shiro. Just give me a hug."

I kept my head down. I did walk towards Yato but it was not him I was aiming for. Suddenly I ran towards the knife, managing to take it out of his hands while pushing him back onto his bed.

"Shiro, what is the meaning of this?"

He was calm, his voice soothed me. But now, he had the voice of a demon.

"I can't take this anymore Yato, I just can't! I don't want to endure this pain any longer!"

I raised the knife up to my throat while saying my last words,

"Wait for me."

I dug the knife into my neck, the pain did not last long. All I know is that night, I did not return home.

Future
Shirona died that night. She was found on her bed with a knife through her throat. Though her body was dead, her eyes still show feelings of despair, they forever will. Ayato was found after his father turned himself in for murder.

"Take care of my son's body", was the last thing he said before he shot himself. In his pocket, he had written a note to Ayato's mother.

"Dear Clara, I'm sorry for what I did to you. I know what I did was wrong, and because of it our son is now dead. But don't worry, I'm coming for you. Then, you can torment me all you want. Wait for me, my love."

All four victims were buried in the same cemetery, Shirona's parents grieved for them all. Occasionally, bringing flowers for their tombstones. Though these versions of Ayato and Shirona are long gone, they have been reborn and are destined to meet again as lovers for all eternity.