Disclaimer: Antanasia and parts of the plot are mine! nothing else.
A
I locked the door to the bathroom, before turning on the water and washing the blood away from my wound. My blinding rage was coming down and the cuts were starting to throb a little.
There was a knock at the door before I heard L call out, "May I come in?"
I walked over to the door and let him in. Almost instantly he grabbed my hand to examine the cuts. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I grumbled. I winced as he delicately started to pull out a shard of glass.
"I do not think that you will need stitches, but you should let Watari examine your hands."
"Okay." I muttered through clenched teeth. Having glass pulled out of your hand was not the most pleasurable thing to experience.
"Out of curiosity, why did you leave Wammy's?" He asked in a monotone
"I told you, I-"
"I know what you told me, I also know it was a lie. What is the real reason you left?"
"A," I heard in him intake a breath at the name of his fallen comrade. "It was my fault what happened to A."
Flashback
A sixteen year old girl sat in the classroom, not paying attention to what the teacher was saying, but instead was staring at the boy a few rows in front of her. He looked so innocent, why did he have to die so soon? It isn't fair, he's only twelve years old for crying out loud! he should live into his 80s, not another week and a half. The boy in question turned around and caught eyes with her. Great, this is the third time this week she has been caught staring at him.
Class ended and she rose from her seat. As swiftly as possible she walked out of the classroom and turned to take the long way to her room. She did not want to face him, knowing what she knew.
If there was a god, it was not on her side because when she reached her room; A was standing there waiting for her.
"What do you want?" He asked her, already looking angry. She was worried about him; he was becoming more emotionally unstable every day.
"Nothing, you are the one waiting for me outside my door, so I should ask what do you want?" I replied in an even tone.
"Don't test me that was the third time this week I caught you staring at me. I know something is going on, you're paying less attention in class; instead you are staring at me all the time. It is not doing anything except lower your ranking and stress me out." his voice was raising and I truly felt sorry for him. Being L's successor must be very difficult. "Just tell me that you like me already and get it over with!"
"WHAT?!" I asked incredulously, "I do not like you like that."
"Then why do you keep staring at me?"
"I... I can't tell you."
"Tell me!" He practically yelled at her, "Why do you keep staring at me?"
"Because you're going to die!" She said quickly, before her eyes widened and she covered her mouth.
A sighed, "Ali, everyone dies, so why is it so important with me?"
"Because" she whispered, knowing that if she didn't answer he would start yelling again, "I know when it is going to happen, and that is soon."
"When?" He asked, "Tell me when." She shook her head. "Tell me!" He snapped at her.
"Ten days." She squeaked. "I don't know how, I don't know why, all I know is when."
A composed himself quickly, "Thank you." He said kindly, before turning on his heel and walking away.
TEN DAYS LATER
Antanasia was running to find A, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. As she was running, she saw seventeen year old L staring out the window at the darkening sky.
"Hey L, have you seen A?" she asked.
"No, I can't say I have." He replied robotically, not even bothering to turn and look. He looked sad behind his mask of indifference.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she didn't leave because she didn't believe him. He sighed, "I hear the bells again, and it is worrying me."
Satisfied with that answer she went on her search for A. With only one place left to look she ran upstairs and turned the knob into his room. There she was met with a horrifying sight.
A was kneeling in the middle of the room on a blue tarp. He was holding a small revolver in is right hand, and was in the process of raising it to his temple.
"No, A, don't do it!" she begged upon seeing this.
"Ali, do you not realize what day it is, today is he day the fates have decided I would die. I must do this."
"Prove the fates wrong! Prove me wrong! Don't do it, you have a wonderful life ahead of you."
"But don't you get it; I was planning this before you told me."
"Just because it said you were to die today doesn't mean you will. You have a choice! You always have a choice!" I was pleading with him, all the while praying for him to put the gun down.
"I'm sorry Ali, but my choice is to go with fate." He pulled the trigger.
BANG
Her eyes went wide as his body fell onto his left side. Almost instantly the blood started to pool around his head, staining his light brown hair a sickening red. Antanasia heard an ear piercing scream, and realized it was coming from her. She stepped away from the doorway until her back hit the other side of the hallway. She slid down the wall until she was sitting there hugging her knees to her chest. The gunshot and her screams had awaken people and brought them to investigate. When they arrived they found a very distraught girl rocking back and forth while crying. She pointed into the room.
I- tr-tried to sto-op him," she sobbed, "But he wo-wouldn't listen!"
When more people gathered, she realized something. This was all her fault. If she hadn't told him he might not have acted so drastically. Frantically, she stood and started to run to her room, not knowing she was being followed.
Upon reaching her room she pulled out her suitcase, and stared piling in clothes and other essentials. Once that suitcase was full she pulled out another and started filling that one too. She didn't stop until she heard a voice call out to her.
"What are you doing?"
She turned and found a boy in his pajamas, who was no older than eleven, looking at her with wide eyes as he took a bite of the chocolate bar in his hand.
"I'm leaving, Mello."
"Why?"
"Because I couldn't stop A. Because he is dead thanks to me. Nothing you say will make me stay, Mello. NOTHING!"
"I realize that, but take this with you." He reached up and undid the chain around his neck. After pulling it out of the front of his shirt she saw the simple, basaltic stone cross that hung on the end of it. "Pray for A's lost soul, and hope that god shows him the path to heaven."
Ann tried to walk around him, but he kept stepping in front of her. Sighing, she said, "Fine, but don't tell anyone that I left until 24 hours after I am gone." He nodded and handed her the necklace. She stepped pasted him and pulled her savings out of her bedside drawer. "Until we meet again, my friend." Ali whispered to Mello while giving him a quick hug. She grabbed her suitcases and ran off into the night.
End Flashback
"I told him when he'd die, and he killed himself." I whispered, my fingers wrapping themselves tightly around the cross that Mello had given me on that horrid night.
"You can't blame yourself."
"I told him-"
"A was an unstable child. What happened to him was nobody's fault." With that being said L turned and walked out the door.
