Summary: Riccio is depressed, Warning Cutting

Disclaimer: I do not own Thief Lord :(

Also in this, Scipio never rode the Merry-Go Round

Thief Lord two shot.

He twirled the razor between his fingers, he'd been cutting for a while now, ever since

he found out the truth of his so called best friend. "Just a part of a little rich boys game"

he whispered.

And here he was, ready to finish what he had started. He'd

been planning for about a week now. He read the letter over one more

time. "Guys, I'm sorry it had to end this way, I just feel like it's my time to go.

I'll miss all of you... Even Scipio. But please continue on with your lives as if

nothing happened.

Love Riccio"

Pleased with himself for being able to muster up such sappiness, he smiled for the first time

in over a month. He placed the letter on the table, and walked up the stairs to his bed.

He looked around the stella one last time, then slowly slid the razor across both his wrists.

After a few minutes he started feeling drowsy, so he laid down, pulled the cover up to his chin,

and let the darkness consume him.

THIEFLORDTHIEFLORDTHIEFLORDTHIEFLORD

Bo was the first one to wake up that morning. so he decided to go downstairs to play with his kittens.

The first thing he saw was a piece of paper on the table near the stage. Being only six years old he could only

make out a few words, so he headed back upstairs to have his big brother read it for him.

"Prosper wake up." The six year old yelled to his older brother. "What Bo?" Prosper

said, sleepily. "Read this letter to me please" Bo said, sticking out his lower lip. Prosper sighed,

took the note, and read it aloud. "Guys. I'm sorry it had to end this way, I just feel like it's my

time to go. I'll miss all of you... Even Scipio. But please, continue on with your lives as if nothing happened

love Riccio." By the time Prosper had finished reading the letter, he was fully awake.

"Bo stay here, I'm gonna go check on Riccio." Prosper said sternly but hurriedly.

As he walked up the stairs he bacame aware to a horrible smell. And when he saw Riccio,

his fear multiplied. Riccio was ghostly pale, and was unusually motionless. When Prosper pulled back the covers,

and saw all the blood, he knew the Riccio was gone, but wasn't gonna give up. "No. Come on Riccio wake up."

Prosper said, while giving him CPR. But after a few minutes he knew it was to late. He hugged Riccio's body

to him as he sobbed. After a few minutes of crying, Prosper heard the ringing of the doorbell, indicating that

Scipio had returned. Everyone but Riccio had accepted the fact that Scipio was rich, and he was just trying to help

them. Prosper went down and let Scipio in without asking for the password, which always made Scipio mad.

Prop, what've I told you about answering the door without-" Scipio started angrily, but stopped when he saw

the tears streaming down Prospers face. "What's wrong Prop?"Scipio asked gently. But he didn't get an answer,

instead Prosper collapsed into his arms, and started sobbing harder than ever.

I don't know where this came from. One night it just poured right out of me. But the second part should be up soon.

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