Disclaimer: I own no characters except the narrator. Inspiration also based off manga Sora wo Daite, Oyasumi

Warning: AU, OOC, School-setting, Suicide-related, loss, grieve,

The Blue Left Behind is Not Enough to Paint the Sky

'C'mon, Yamano Saki is cuter than her…' snickered friend A as he pointed his finger at the next page of the gravure magazine.

'No, no…' laughed friend B, 'She has to at least be a C cup right? Hers is bigger.' He distastefully argued. Snacks, empty cans and magazines were spread out before them like a feast of trash on the rooftop.

I sat quietly behind the corner, taking a long drag of the cancer-inducing cigarette and half-listened to their talks as the bell chimed away. It wasn't long before their conversation was drowned out by the noise of chatters from below. The students were filing into the auditorium, all prim and proper, as they're ready to greet the start to the new school year.

The sakura's proud petals still bloom magnificently to greet the spring's new beginning and for me, to mark a new encounter.

I blew the smoke in rings, watching them float momentarily before they disappeared. As I took another breath of nicotine, the sound of footsteps on the stairs became louder and the two boys hurried to hide the cigarettes and the gravures.

The door to the rooftop opened, revealing a handsome man with eyes as blue as clear water and dark hair as black as night. His built was tall and he carried himself with an air of authority that made the boys tremble. He pointed to the sign on the door.

'What are you all doing here? Can you not read the words, "DO NOT ENTER"? And anyway, the school's entrance ceremony is starting.'

'S-s-so sorry Senpai*. W-we'll go now.' Friend A and friend B scrabbled to their feet.

'Hey!' The Senpai called out to them as they leave, 'Don't forget to collect this.' He nudged at the mess near his feet and they hurriedly return to clean it up before they once again leave.

Hidden by the shadow of the clock tower, he did not notice my presence as I sit around the corner, watching him. The door closed behind the two boys as they left and unexpectedly, he was still there, on the rooftop. For all that he had griped at the two for not attending the entrance ceremony, he himself is trying to skip it on purpose.

The blue-eyes walked slowly and came nearer to the fence separating the ground. He stretched, climbing on the wires, and found himself staring at the ground without obstacle. For a second, I thought that he will lift himself over the fence completely, to stand on the edge of the ledge and jump, but he did not do anything but stare at the ground, gazing into oblivion.

He stared at something there, his gaze unmoving. His breath quickened into short pants as the dark blue pupil dilates. He gripped the wires so tightly that it must have made a mark on his palms.

The fire on the cigarette crept closer unnoticed. It burnt my hand and I gave a string of curses that made him jump in surprise, causing him to slip and banged his chin.

A stream of even better curses followed.

Our eyes met and I couldn't stop myself from giving a low chuckle. He frowned for a second before glancing at my "injured" hand and giving a reluctant smile. He cleared his throat to gain my attention and I had no choice but to give him my full attention.

'You shouldn't be here.' He demanded, his air of authority once again slipped back into the commanding tone.

'So do you.' I carelessly replied.

He was startled by the rebellious content of my reply and for a moment, the mask fell.

He regained his composure and started again. 'You shouldn't be here smoking. It's only the beginning of the semester and you'll get suspended for breaking school rules.'

'Are you going to tell on me, Senpai? The fact that I smoked on the rooftop?' I gave a small smile.

'Are you saying that I won't?' he challenged.

'No, I don't have the guarantee that you won't, but I'll tell them that it's lucky I was here smoking, so I could stop you when you were going to jump.'

'I wasn't!' he denied hotly.

'But I saw you climbing the fence and you did climb it, right? Sen~pai~?'

'But that doesn't mean that I was gonna jump!'

'And who would they believe? The delinquent first-year or the Senpai suffering from PTSD?'

He was silent.

He drew a small breath as if to muster up his courage and asked suspiciously, 'Who are you? How do you know? Did someone tell you something?'

'Now now, one by one Senpai. I told you, I'm just the usual delinquent. There's no need for suddenly putting up your guard like that.' I opened the new pack of cigarette and light it. 'People talk, rumours fly. Regardless whether this is an all-boys' school or not.'

I offered the opened pack to him and he stared at the arm that held it, but made no move to take it.

'I heard it in the news too of course, that two years ago, a freshman jumped from this very exact spot. My brother, who was an alumni, was also saying that the guy who died had a close friend, and said that he felt sorry for him.'

'That's not enough to tell that it's me…'

I looked up to raise a quizzical eyebrow. 'I never said it was you. I just presumed til you said it otherwise.'

He drew back in realization and resumed to glare at me as if look can kill.

'Well, you were looking at the ground so intensely that it left me no doubt.' I lifted the cigarette from my lips.

'You're the worst.' He spat. 'Is it fun to goad your Senpai like that?'

'I find nothing fun in it.' I calmly replied. 'I'm just bargaining with you not to get me suspended.'

He scoffed. 'Yeah, by showing me who has the upper advantage, huh?'

'Now, now. All I want is only a small peace and quiet with my cigarettes here.' I tapped the pack next to me. 'I'll keep your secret safe, Senpai, as thanks for driving away those noisy brats earlier. So please keep my secret safe too.'

He lowered his guard for a moment and reluctantly grumbled, 'Fine', and as he made a move to leave, I called him back.

'The ceremony has already started.' I patted the ground beside me, indicating for him to sit.

The ridges between his eyebrows deepened as if to say, 'What kind of attitude is that to treat your Senpai?', but he deemed the frown to be enough as an answer and left without a word.

The sound of the door shutting resounded with finality, and I couldn't help but found myself intrigued to the Senpai whose blue eyes darkened to the colour of the bottom of the ocean as he gazed to the ground that is death.

A/N: *Senpai= title for someone older than you at school (upperclassmen)

I'm sorry I haven't updated the other fics... this is just a stress-reliever that idk when I'll nxt update. I'm quite busy atm so I'll work on the other fics properly when I hv a break.