A/N: Well, I was going to do the 10-song challenge when I thought, 'Why should I be forced to write stories for 10 songs, especially when almost none of them inspire me?' So I got some songs that I really liked and I think I'm just going to do one-shots of those.
Title: Warmth
Summary: People only seemed to care about him when he didn't want them to. Only if he was doing something like this. Besides, he knew it was only to save themselves; they would feel guilty if he died.
Rating: T
Pairing: Raivis/Lyn (OC)
Warnings: Character death, mild language, OC.
Song: "Another Brick in the Wall (Part 3)" by Pink Floyd
It was so easy.
He was sure there would have been hindrances. There always seemed to be. Someone to notice him as he quietly ambled to his bedroom. See the gun in his hand and tell him to stop. People only seemed to care about him when he didn't want them to. Only if he was doing something like this. Besides, he knew it was only to save themselves; they would feel guilty if he died.
Not like it mattered. He really didn't care if they felt guilty or if they would even miss him when he died. In his 17 years of life*, he learned not to care about what people thought. It was too much of a hassle trying to please everyone, especially… him. There was no pleasing that Russian bastard. He always wanted more. Well, he wouldn't get any more.
It seemed like an eternity, but he finally made it to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him soundlessly. He calmly sat in the middle of the room, on the floor. The gun was cold in his hands. He barely noticed it. Everything was always cold. Where he lived, it was cold. The people around him were cold, no matter how kind they tried to be. There was only one thing that had ever made him warm, and that person was no longer warm with life. In fact, she had died trying to give him warmth that would last for the rest of his life, and now it was colder than ever. It was all the Russian bastard's fault. If only she had listened to him… of course, Russia was practically invincible. But he had been deluded by love. He thought they could do anything together. And look what had happened. Now Russia would be coming to re-claim him. He wouldn't give that son-of-a-bitch the twisted satisfaction. He lifted the gun to his head…
And, as Ivan Braginsky, hearing a gunshot, ran to the bedroom, Raivis' dying thought was how warm his blood was.
*- Set 2 years in the futureeeeee :D