A/N: So I know I said this is complete, it has a sequel for crying out loud! But I got a lovely review from SarahUniverse telling me that she'd of loved seeing how this played out in full angst mode. So, I grabbed my feels cap and got to typing. Hope y'all like it! ^w^b

I sat on the roof of my house, crying. I'm not talking tragic, weepy, romantic movie-type shit either. I was full on red in the face, hiccups, sniffles, the whole 9 yards. I had been up here for about half an hour now. My parents weren't home, and Yuka was at a friend's house, so I was all by myself. None of my friends came by - they were still at Naomi's party. I stopped crying and buried my face in my knees. Looking out over the suburban neighborhood I lived in, I began to have dark thoughts.

What if I just slid off the roof? Would I die? Would it be worth it? Did Heaven even accept fags like me? Would anybody miss me? I went through the answers in my mind. Looking down, I saw the concrete below me. That would probably hurt a bit landing on, but I would probably die without immediate medical attention. Yoshiki, my one reason for living, hated me now. I wasn't really close enough to the others for them to miss me. My parents liked Yuka better anyway, and would eventually forget about me.

I decided to do it. Reaching behind me through the window, I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil off of my desk. Quickly scribbling a goodbye note, I put it in my pocket.

I scooted closer to the edge of the roof, my feet dangling over the edge. Closing my eyes, I whispered "I love you, Yoshiki..." before sliding to my place of eternal slumber.

Yoshiki POV:

I sighed in frustration. I had gotten chewed out by Nakashima for making Mochida cry. I was sent after him after she smacked me on the back of the head for being such an idiot. I honestly didn't care. What made him think I'd be into that anyway?! I rolled my eyes and stuffed my hands into my pockets to protect them from the cold.

"He better be damn grateful that I'm coming to get him..." I grumbled, still a little drunk. I debated just heading home, then realized it wouldn't do me any good. The girls would just badger me until I told them the truth. "MOCHIDA! Where the fuck are you?!" I yelled into the empty air. No answer. Figures. I rolled my eyes and changed course to my house. He'd just have to deal.

I spotted a movement out of the corner of my eye and turned. A silhouette of a person was sitting on a roof. I snorted. Probably some stupid sap who liked looking at the moon or some poetic crap like that. I watched the person for a second longer, eyes widening when they jumped off of the roof. I heard a sickening splat clear across the street.

My eyes widened and I rushed over there. The body was bent at all sorts of odd angles, and blood was everywhere. I tried getting a look at their face, but it was too dark. I fumbled for my phone, hoping the light could help identify the body. I shined it on their (no... his. his) face and instantly felt sick to my stomach. Looking at me through rapidly dimming eyes (those oh so familiar chocolate eyes) was Satoshi. "Yo...shi...ki..." he rasped out. I shook my head, tears starting to bead in my eyes.

"No... No don't... don't speak I'm gonna help ya. I'm gonna help you and you're gonna be alright." I rambled, fumbling for the emergency number stored on my phone. The blood... God, there's so much blood! (I can still feel it it's on my hands it's all on me it won't go away no matter how hard I scrub) His head flopped to the side, slowly. Yet, it still drew a whimper of pain out of him.

"I...m...so...rry... So... sorry..." he whispered, coughing up blood. I felt the tears running down my cheeks. I shook my head vigorously, still trying to call 119. It wasn't working!

"Not you, mine. My fault all my fault please Satoshi hang on just a little longer, please please please!" I begged, fingers sliding on the screen. Finally, it connected. I shakily held the phone up to my ear, but he was already gone. No... he's gone and it's my fault! All my fault... (I can still hear him his laugh his smile his light all gone drowned in blood rivers puddles all blood my fault I can't get it off I want it off)

A/N: Angsty enough for ya? I didn't cry writing this, but I definitely feel a little ashamed of what a horrible person I am...