What's Life?

"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! Today is the premiere showing of Dragon's new long awaited video…"

I couldn't handle it as I sat there lying back against the black leather couch. It has been 3 years since I've seen him last. I didn't know when I saw him it would be the last time.

~*Flashback*~ A young scarlet redhead with piercing dark emerald eyes pulled a coat tight around him as

He waited for his jet.

"Axel! You came!"

The scarlet head ran towards him wrapping his small arms around him, and snuggling up to his chest.

"I didn't think I was coming either."

Axel's voice was barely a whisper, he sounded cold and distant. The shorter boy looked up at him concerned and saddened

"Axel. What's the matter?"

He looked away, daring not to look into those dark eyes that he loved so much. He heard the soft sobs from the boy clinging to him tightly.

"You of all people should know."

This time his voice was even colder as he pulled the boy's hands from his jacket.

"What are you talking about?"

Axel turned on him sharply.

"Please. Don't make me laugh. Like you haven't been sneaking off at night to have your own little fun while im away."

"w..what are you..?" Axel cut him off

"Alexander no, don't waste your breath trying to explain to me that you don't. I know it's true. Sleeping with other men just to fill your sastifaction. Im so sorry that I couldn't do it myself" He knew that that had hit harder that anything he's ever said to anyone and felt bad for it but he wouldn't show it. Axel knew that the said boy was crying his eyes out but he couldn't comfort him. He turned and started walking away.

"Axel! Axel come back!" but he couldn't run after him his jet was here and his manager was pulling him inside the jet.

Afterwards Alexander signed a 3-year contract with a major record company in Japan, taking up the name 'Dragon X.'

Axel moved out of the flat that they owned together in New York.

~*Present Japan*~ Dragon's POV

Two flashes went off almost at the same time while two guys holding on to my legs posed and another behind me. I slightly leaned back putting my arm around guy #3's neck and leaning my head to side as if I was going to kiss him. I didn't remember their names so I usually numbered them it wasn't a big deal I was never going to see them again anyway .Another flash seemingly brighter than the last left spots against my eyes.

"Good job everyone! Especially you Dragon! You've never let me down!" one of my photographer's said probably my least favorite, but I don't even have favorites.

"Yet.." I mumbled walking off the shoot and sitting down in a plush chair across from my manager.

"You say something dragon." He barely looked up from his iphone. To busy with my fucking overloaded schedule.

"No nothing at all." I looked out the window to the over-crowded streets of Tokyo. With all the huge buildings and bright lights I was amazed with when I moved here. But I was young and stupid back then. I heard a slight cough from my manager and looked over at him.

"What is it?" I asked I was quite comfortable and I didn't want to be bothered.

"It's time to leave." He said wanting to leave for my next appointment.

"Yea all right" I said standing up wanting to get this day over with.

~few hours later~

I finally made it through the day. It all went by like a blur doing as I was told and what not. I slowly kicked my shoes off at the door not bothering to put them away. I walked across the darkened living room pushing boxes and other shit out the way. Geez when the hell had I gotten all this shit at anyway. I went into my bathroom not bothering cutting on any lights and just sat on the floor. I pulled up my sleeves, and slowly ran my fingers along the raised red cuts on my arms, admiring how perfect they looked against my pale skin. I pulled out a small pocketknife, and closing my eyes, let it drag across my wrist. I had been doing this for so long the pain didn't bother me anymore I guess I wanted it so I would know I could feel something.

I leaned my head back against the cool black and white tiles. I felt the blood trickle down my wrist and drip onto the floor, I listened as It echoed throughout the silent bathroom. Looking off to the side I could see some of my hair against the tile going down the side and on the floor. Against the tiles it almost looked..like….blood…

I knew I was losing conscienceless but I welcomed it like the pain hoping that everything would blow away.

~3rd POV~

His body slide down the black and white polished tiles of the bathroom walls. The blood dripping from his wrist echoed throughout the dark and empty halls. A cell phone vibrated through his dark skinny jeans signaling a call but he could not hear it nor feel it. Again and again his phone rang but he did not answer. A few hours later there was a knock on the door only to be answered with silence. The knocking became louder but still no answer. A dark haired man stood outside the door waiting but he felt something was wrong, he knew something was wrong and he needed to get inside now. The man outdoors pulled out his key and unlocked the door looking inside the dark room. Carefully he pulled his shoes off and turned on the lights. The living room was filled with boxes of clothes and other apparel that his client had gained from shoots and videos still boxed up. The rock star's manager pushed away the boxes heading toward the master bedroom silently. He opened the door to find nothing but an empty bed with dark red silk blankets thrown across the side and hanging to the floor. The black comforter fallen on the floor, he also checked the master bathroom but dragon was nowhere in sight. He ran out the room becoming worried, he checked the guest bedrooms. Nothing. He sat against the wall and decided to call him again and he heard the ringtone "Slow Dance" slowly he made his way towards the sound. He made it down the hallway around a corner that lead to a small bathroom to the right. The dark haired man gulped hard and knocked on the door but just as the front door nothing. He opened the door peering inside only seeing shadows at first, inside he turned the light on and he felt his blood rush from his body leaving him lifeless. A few inches from him was dragon's body slumped forward and as pale as a ghost. He looked down and noticed his sleeves were pushed up and showed the many scars that lined his arm and now the fresh new ones that was amazingly still dripping blood. Around the young boy his blood pooled and combined with his hair the same color. Quickly the manger grabbed his phone and called 9-1-1.