A/N: So, hi, this is a mini-story I want to write down before I forget about it. It'll have, like, maybe four or five chapters if I can't write it in less, but probably no more than that.

Yes, I can do heterosexuality too. BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THAT?

I smiled to myself.

Even if it was pitch-dark outside already, we had finished the project in time. And the result was pretty good as well. Surely this had been worth the trouble of staying in school until late afternoon.

Though it was unfair that everyone else living in my direction got to go earlier than me. But well, what could a man do when someone like IA looked at him with her incredibly large blue eyes and asked him very nicely to stay? Not much, I tell you.

My train would arrive in fifteen minutes, I noticed after I checked the time at the subway station. By now, only a few businessmen were running around with their cells in one hand, their briefcases in the other. No other students.

I sat down on a free bench, tilting my head back and resting it against the wall. A huge sigh escaped me. Only twenty more minutes and I would be home and could go to sleep. Well, I did deserve it after today, anyways.

A while later, I noticed someone sit down next to me. From the corner of my eye, I looked at them. There she sat, a calm smile on her face, her eyes closed contently and some shit music playing on her mp3-player. I could tell, since it was so damn loud that I could hear it clearly while sitting next to her.

Aside from that, she was a pretty thing. Light hair, long lashes, button nose and shapely lips. What confused me, though, was that she wasn't wearing a uniform. Well, maybe she had been visiting her boyfriend and changed sometime between school and going out.

The announcement for my train arriving in a minute came and I got up. So did the girl. She looked at me for a second, and when our eyes met, she smiled sleepishly and walked ahead of me, almost skipping. It was nonsense to wait at the front. She'd get in anyways.

When the train could be heard already, she just stood there and put her hands in her pockets. For some reason, she turned around and grinned at me from over her shoulder, her teeth showing and the skin around her eyes crinkling. I gave her a clueless smile in return.

The train slowed down and came to a halt. When I got on, somewhere between some businessmen and –women, I noticed that the girl hadn't gotten on. When I looked out of the window, she grinned at me again and gave a small wave. I blinked. But I had been so sure she would...

Then I suddenly understood what was going to happen. I tried pushing through the people crowding the car, but I stumbled when the train began to move. I must have looked stupid, then, all panicked and nervous, staring out of the window. She was grinning.

And then she jumped down onto the rails.

The sound I heard that moment sent chills down my spine, made my blood freeze and every hair on my body stand on end. It wasn't even loud- no, I'm not even sure if there was any sound at all, but there was blood. So much blood. Sprayed around on the concrete of the station.

The people around me looked concerned and frightened as the train pulled the brakes. I, for that matter, just stood there for a few seconds, my whole body frozen in place.

Then I threw up.

My hands were shaking when my stomach was empty and the other passengers were getting off the train by now, as instructed via the speakers. I could barely stand, I noticed, but somehow made it out of there, looking back at the remains of the girl from before.

A few station-workers were busily warding off the curious onlookers, but I still looked at the splatters the floor and train were covered in. Again my stomach wanted to empty itself, but I swallowed it.

This girl, whose name I didn't even know, had just killed herself. This pretty girl with no taste in music. The reality of the situation came crashing down on me, then. I just stood there and stared, choking back some fairly unmanly sobs, bringing my cell to my ear with a shaky hand.

I didn't even realise my mom had picked up until she started shouting my name. Only then did I answer her, telling her what happened. But I couldn't look away, even after the police came, even after they started cleaning it all off as though it had been nothing out of the ordinary.

On the concrete lay a mp3-player, the music so loud that it hurt in my ears.

A/N: This is some kind of prologue. Jup.

I once watched a short scene from a Japanese movie where a bunch of school-girls jumped down onto the rails of a moving subway-car. Dude, so much blood... And the car didn't have windows in it, so everyone- um, yeah, it was gross, now let's stop right here.

It really was disgusting. I don't want to see anything like that ever again.

Thank you.