kyoya's suicide

it hurt more than he would ever let on. more than even his daughter even knew. he was a master of facades, of fake smiles, of emotionless expressions. but it was all becoming to much. and the memory of her, of his wife, of the love of his life haunted him, and had become an infection, playing with his mind, making him ill. sort of a sequel to Of Wisdom and Cunning, RNR, enjoy.