By: Trickster Kitsune

A/N: Ahh... Don't mind this little drabble... My life just currently sucks at the moment and I needed to vent. The character isn't me; he's just someone I made to torment. Also, sorry if this makes no sense or something. Like I said, I just needed to vent.

Warnings: Deathfic, slight shounen-ai

Disclaimer: The characters are mine, the story is mine, everything is mine. Don't touch.

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The late morning sun shined down on the young man. He was sitting in a small grove of trees, his back resting against the trunk of the largest. His head was bowed and his long, snow-white hair fell around his face like a silky curtain. It hid the tears that fell from the teen's eyes onto his hands. He pulled his legs up against his chest and rested his head on his knees, closing his violet eyes. He shivered slightly to keep warm in the cold air. Today was just not his day.

It all started when he got up at dawn to sneak out to meet a friend. Well, the person was more than a friend and male no less. That was what got him into trouble. The teen's parents, especially his father, looked down on such relationships. According to his father and the village priest, such relationships were a sin and should be treated as such. So what did the young man's father do? Well, a "beating" was the least of it. It was both physical and verbal. The teen cried out with each strike of the riding crop and cowered at his father stood over him and ranted, throwing quotes from the priest into the teen's face.

When the teen finally escaped from his father, the second blow came, and it was more painful than anything his father could ever mete out. Upon reaching the edge of the forest in which he and his lover were to meet that morning, he stopped dead in his tracks. He met his lover all right, tied to a tree with his throat slit. The man's crimson eyes were wide with fear and his dark green hair fell around him in blood strands. A note written by his father's hand was stuck against the tree with the bloody dagger, condemning both of them to the worst possible hell.

The teen took the dagger and cut the rope binding his lover to the tree. He held the bloody body close and moved further into the forest to the couple's favorite grove. He gently set the body down on the ground and sat next to it, putting the dagger aside.

That was where the young man sat now, curled up against the largest tree in the grove, with his dead lover by his side and dark thoughts in his head. Conflicting emotions chased each other across his face. Hate, fear, loss. Hate towards his father, the villagers, the priest. Fear of what he felt he needed to do. The loss of his lover and only real friend.

He picked up the blade, regarding the fresh blood shining in the leaf-filtered sun light. What did he have left to live for? The people of his village condemned him. If he were to leave, he knew that the people in other villages or towns would do the same. He knew that there was only one thing he could do, one thing that would make him happy.

He looked up through the leaves above him, collecting his thoughts. This was the only option he had left in his life. He leaned down to his lover and kissed cold lips, a lone tear falling onto the pale cheek. The young man sat up and gripped the dagger tightly. He then placed the tip of the dagger against his chest, over his heart, and thrust the weapon in. He cried out in shock and pain and fell to his side, facing his lover in the soft grass. Blood poured out of the wound, turning his white hair a bright crimson.

With one last thought, he prayed to any god or goddess who may be listening to forgive his actions and grant him and his lover sanctuary. A sanctuary where they could be happy together, away from the ridicule and discrimination they suffered in their short lives. The young man let out one last breath before his life fully slipped away. With that last breath, snow began to fall. The ornate, crystalline flakes covered the two young men, melting in the warm blood until it was as cold as the couple under the tree. A forbidden love it was, but it was love all the same.

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A/N: Short and sweet. Or not so sweet. I'm actually kind of feeling better right now. For now. -_-...