Green Death

His hands held my face firmly, grounding me, forcing me to look at him. My attention turned quickly from him though to the cool glass against my cheek.

I looked at the vial in his hand, the tear drop glass container that cradled within it so many possibilities. The green liquid swished menacingly, hypnotically, tauntingly.

"Don't fuck around." I commanded over and over again. I was scared, more so than ever before. And he only laughed, like he knew something I didn't, like he understood something so obvious that I didn't.

"Don't what, hero?" Shingo taunted as he caught me staring, his voice strained due to the beating I had just inflicted on him. His laughter was interrupted slightly by gasps and coughing but his eyes dared me to answer truthfully.

"Don't…" I realized I didn't know anymore. Don't fuck around. Such a vague command. I had said that but what did I mean by it? What did I really not want him to do?

"Come on," he continued, "use your imagination. Don't what?"

"Don't…leave me alone?" I think that was the command, maybe. I looked at him for reassurance. For a second we just looked at each other, neither uttering a sound. Once he nodded though I felt all the strength I had while punching him instantly drain from my being. Exhausted I collapsed on top of Shingo, holding tightly, desperately, to the man who lay under me. I pulled him forward so that he was leaning against me as I sat in his lap. He was exhausted, beaten badly but still, for some odd reason, seemed happy.

"Good answer, hero." He grinned, though the smile looked out of place when stained with his own blood.

The cops finally barged into the room, demanding an explanation for my actions. I had none. My answer was pulling my gun and aiming at people I once considered friends. Well, probably not friends, but at least co-workers, never enemies. My hand shuck, dearly, with nerves, but Shingo's hand reached out and helped to steady my grip. His index finger was over mine, applying just enough pressure to urge me to fire but not enough to force it. I would not shoot them unless I absolutely had to; Shingo understood this and for once accepted it. It wasn't as if whether I shot would matter to either of us in a few minutes. As Shingo had said, "Everything else was up to the rest." We had done our part.

Shingo maneuvered us so that we both were standing, although just barely, both holding the gun pointed to our unimaginative enemies. I could feel his hand on the small of my back, lending me his courage even as he removed his hand from the gun. My hand was steady, being supported totally by the man holding me securely to him. I could only guess what these cop's uninspired mind were concluding from our abnormal behaviour.

"Katsuya!" The captain commanded as he took a step toward us.

I shot just to his right, purposely hitting no one. He was shocked by my rash behaviour, but no more shocked then I, myself, was. Not only had I actually had the nerve to fire the gun, but my hand continued to remain steady. Shingo only laughed at the utter surprise on the cops' faces. It was his laugh, the laugh that I had gotten used to in our short time together, the laugh I couldn't imagine living without.

Leaning over so that his lip brushed my ear as his spoke he whispered, "You ready, hero?" He tightened his hold on me; I could feel his crest rise and fall against me with every breath he took. I saw his hand rise and my captain's eyes widen when he noticed something his Shingo's hand. Before he could call out a warning, though, the glass slipped from his grasp. My eyes didn't follow it as it fell, I was no longer afraid of death.



Instead my eyes were locked with his. I wondered what he was thinking about with that stupid smile on his face. Did he realize that we wouldn't go to heaven because our actions have lead to the death of people? Did he care? It didn't look like it. Maybe I didn't care either. Maybe we were broken, not caring what would happen to us after this. Maybe there was a heaven scrap yard for those that didn't work correctly. Maybe we would go to a scrap heaven.

I would have laughed at my own silly thought if it weren't for the sound of glass shattering.

Okay so I doubt anyone has ever even seen this movie but I couldn't help right a fic about it. I wanted to give a reason for the title Scrap Heaven since it was never explained in the movie itself. If you haven't seen the movie and read the fic anyways, I'm flattered but you really should watch the movie; its awesome. And strange, but I think strange in a good way.

If you actual did see the movie, I love you.