End of the Tunnel

A/N: Kyra, here's your gift! I still can't believe that *you*, KYRA, requested...it's remarkable. Just...just read.
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Koushiro yanked the sheets over his head, letting the warmth take him in again.

It was dark.

Good.

How late was it, anyway? He didn't know.

He did know that he had been laying her for quite a while. 5 hours and 17 minutes to be exact.

It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

Taichi was probably with Sora, trying to tell her how he felt-unsuccessfully, since it was obvious that there was a certain blond on his mind...Yamato was probably with Jun and the rest of his cult. Mimi? In America...with someone. Takeru and Hikari? With each other, of course.

Leaving him all alone...

Why was he destined to be alone?

Everyone had someone.

Everyone would end up with someone...

Except him.

Wait. Who did he forget?

Jyou. Wonderful Jyou...

Who was probably on the phone with Mimi now.

Not fair...Jyou deserved better.

Better than her.

She was...she just wasn't good enough! If Jyou...if he had to...to...

It should be with someone better than Mimi!

...Didn't matter, anyway.

It's not like Jyou would ever be with him.

So would it kill him to stop dreaming about it?

Probably.

Yet...there was part of him that wanted to cling onto the dream. To live in that bubble...for as long as possible, to live in that haze...

No, for Izumi Koushiro, that just wasn't possible. He could never let himself be happy, could he?

Maybe it's because you don't want yourself to be happy.

Ugh, that voice. That annoying voice. That annoying voice that was always right...

How long had it been there?

Ever since he was unhappy.

For a long, long, time...

The click of a door being opened was heard.

Koushiro made a face as the door opened. Whoever it was, he didn't want to see them.

"Uh, Koushiro?" That voice...

Jyou?

Koushiro peeked through the covers to see a tall, blue haired figure standing in the doorway.

What was he doing here?

He slipped the covers of his body, shivering slightly, although it wasn't cold.

He was leaving the warmth of darkness for the chill of light...

But...it was Jyou...

"Jyou." Jyou jumped in surprise, then turned to him.

"Koushiro! I was, uh, looking for you...where you sleeping? Because I can leave..." Koushiro shook his head.

"No...no...stay...why are you here, anyway?" Was it just him...or did Jyou seem a little nervous?

"Well...um, I had something to tell you." Koushiro shook his head. It was probably just him...but, did Jyou seem nervous?

"What?" Koushiro couldn't help feel slightly bad as Jyou flinched. Was it because of him?

No...it couldn't be because of him.

It wasn't!

"Um...well...see..." Koushiro blinked. Why...was he nervous? Could it...

No. Don't break your heart again, Koushiro...

"I need to tell you something." Koushiro nodded.

"You already said that." Again, Koushiro felt bad...

"Um...see, ever since we came back from the digiworld...and after Mimi moved to America...I've kind of always...felt for you." Koushiro nearly fainted. Jyou...felt...?

"What do you mean?" Yes, he was playing dumb. No...Jyou couldn't love him...

"I felt for you...that way." Koushiro could tell that Jyou was slightly puzzled. No...he can't love me! I'm...just not good enough...

Apparently he thinks so.

"What way?" Wait...Jyou was crying?

"Just...just forget it...you'll never feel the same way..." With that, he left the room.

Koushiro couldn't help but let a few tears drop. It felt so wrong to hurt him...

Then what was the point?

"Jyou..." Koushiro was out of the bed and at the door way in an instant. "Jyou...I think we need to talk..."
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Gyah...I know, cheesy ending. Horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE.


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