A/N: Mood music~ "Don't Jump" by Tokio Hotel.
Warning: Sad and sweet. D:

J – Jump

He should quit now. He should stop trying again and again to accomplish the impossible. Capture Dark? Rid himself of Krad? Get Daisuke to fall in love with him or at least accept his feelings? He should stop bothering. It hadn't worked yet, any of it. He had failed over and over, never climbing any higher on the rungs of his goal ladder. He was miserable in his existence and didn't want to carry on anymore. He was sixteen years old and already deeper into a pit of depression than most people during their mid-life crisis.

Satoshi stared down at the ledge, up on a building father up than even his own school. The city lights and cars buzzed below, all oblivious to the small, teenaged figure looming above them, prepared to jump.

"Hiwatari-kun, no!" a voice screamed from behind him. Satoshi whirled around to find Niwa Daisuke bent over, holding his knees, as he panted for breath. He looked up, his eyes shining in the dull city lights, and told his friend, "Don't jump. Please, Hiwatari-kun… Don't throw your life away."

"Why not?" the other asked coldly. His heart was aching, and he was confused as to how his love found him all the way up here at eleven o'clock at night, but he tried not to show it. He kept his demeanor distant and wary, because he had to be if he wanted to carry out his bloody demise. He even ignored the way Krad was yelling angrily at him from within. And if he could do that, it shouldn't be much harder to ignore Dark's tamer as well.

"Why not?" Daisuke repeated as if he couldn't believe the words. "Why not?!" he snapped, his steps carrying him closer to the blue-eyed boy. Tears were officially in his eyes now. "Because there's so much to live for in this world! Because there are people who care about you, people called friends. And because I would never forgive myself if I let you die."

Satoshi tensed. The last statement had caught him off guard. "What do you mean?" he ventured meagerly.

"I mean…" Daisuke said slowly as he approached the suicidal tamer of Krad, "I really like you, Hiwatari-kun. You mean a lot to me, and I…" he drifted off for a second. "I would never be happy again if you killed yourself," he finished. He held out his hands, the tears flowing freely down his soft fifteen-year-old face. "S-so come on… get off of that ledge. You're s-scaring me."

Timidly, Satoshi took Daisuke's hand. He was yanked down from the ledge and into Daisuke's arms. Startled, he stiffened in the redhead's embrace. "Niwa…?"

Daisuke's grip tightened. "It's okay, Hiwatari-kun. Everything is going to be okay now," he choked in reassurance.

The cool, calm night air swept around them, making Satoshi shiver. The shock gone, he brought up a hand to fully take in Daisuke's comfort by returning the hug. "Thank you, Niwa. I don't think I would've stopped myself if you hadn't come along. I probably would be a smear on the pavement by now."

A sob broke out from the redhead's lips. "D-don't say stuff like that, please. You didn't jump, and that's what matters."

The tears he'd been holding back erupted from Satoshi's eyes. He pulled out of Daisuke's arms to remove his glasses and wipe at his eyes. He hadn't cried in ages… it felt odd.

When he was finished, Daisuke offered his hand again. "Let's get you home," he said.

Nodding, Satoshi formed a weak smile on the corners of his mouth. "Sounds good."