I wasn't even expecting Mikey to die. Let's just hope that Way can hold on until at least chapter seven or eight.
Mello and I were flipping through the channels on the T.V in boredom. He didn't have any jobs to do and I just came back from killing another annoying traitor.
"Wanna watch Pokémon?" I asked in a bored tone.
"Nope." He grabbed the remote and changed to the news. "Let's just watch the news. Nothing could possibly go wrong from this."
"Yeah. Because I really enjoy hearing about the recent Kira murders and celebrity scandals."
On the T.V, a clean-looking, blonde reporter was in front of the fancy shmancy bank in Winchester. A robbery happened last night and the culprits got away all except for one.
"Police say that one of the robbers was shot. He was not armed with a gun and Officer Martin says we should assume that one of the other robbers shot him. The police are calling this a homicide and are searching for the robbers." She said. The camera man got a close up of the corpse.
I felt my heart stop for minute.
The boy on the screen had inky black hair and wore tight, revealing clothes. He lay in a pool of his own blood.
"Mikey..." I stared at the screen, a sense of dread overwhelming me.
Mello cursed and watched as paramedics made their way to the body. "Did Mikey ever go back to Wammy's last night?"
"He wasn't here when I came back." I replied. I took out my phone and dialled Mikey's number. He never goes anywhere without it in case something goes wrong. On the T.V, a familiar ringtone played.
"This is the last night you'll spend alone~ Look me in the eyes so I know you know~"
My brother turned off the T.V and I put down the phone. Mikey's dead. He robbed a bank with someone and was shot. Why?
'Why? For Way of course~' Rain sang. 'What a shame, he wasn't that bad.'
"Way will find out if he hasn't already seen the news." He announced. "Someone will have to tell him."
'Way is as good as dead.' I thought darkly. We don't nearly have enough money to help him. 'At least Mikey is with Wolf now...'
I told Mello I was gonna get some air and left Wammy's and went to my home in MU.
"Mom, Suicide? Hello?" I called. Suicide walked out of the kitchen covered in flour. He must have been baking again.
"Hello sis," he waved. "Sorry to hear about Mikey. Maybe he'll turn up here."
"I don't know. He probably ended up somewhere more vibrant then this place." I said. "I just came here to get away from that for a moment."
He nodded and went back to the kitchen so I followed him. The counters were caked in flour and it looked like someone, or Suicide, had burned the stove a few times.
He frowned at the mess and huffed. "Don't say anything. I'm getting better I swear."
"I can see that." I lied. He used to be good at baking, he sorta developed a joy for combining ingredients to make new foods. It hasn't been going so well.
Suicide nodded and grabbed a clean mixing bowl from one of the cabinets. He started mixing some stuff I couldn't recognize and started talking again.
"It's not best to keep things in like sadness or anger. If you have something to say about your friend passing away I suggest you do it now while I'm willing to listen."
"It never ceases to amaze me when you know stuff like that." I sat on one of the chairs by the table. "You could be therapist one day, you know."
"I wish I could say that Mikey dying doesn't effect me but I'm honestly torn." I confessed. "He was one of my closest friends and- and he would always help me plan one of my latest pranks on the teachers.
"And the thing is death is just a common thing in my existence by now but he's gone. Mikey's gone! You don't really think about it often but one minute you or a loved one could be happily eating a kitkat and then choke on said kitkat and die." I felt tears in the corner of my eyes and clenched my fist. "He's not even in MU is he? He had no relations to the supernatural so he's probably in some sorta Personal Heaven or Hell!"
"That is highly unlikely considering who his friends are." Suicide exclaimed. "But you seem a bit unstable at the moment so I'll be quiet."
After shooshing him I continued to vent. By the time he put his -what I think were meant to be- scones in the oven I was a sobbing mess ranting about whatever I could think of.
"He didn't even believe in eggs until last year, Suicide! Eggs!" I buried my head in my hands and tried to calm down.
Suicide and I spent the next six minutes huddled under the table having a feelings jam. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. He would nod and say a witty remark whenever I asked him something he considered strange or stupid.
"Suicide have I ever told you how great of a brother you are? Cause you're the shit, brother dearest." I sniffled. I wasn't crying anymore but now my nose was stuffy.
"Thanks." He said. "I think."
I crawled out from the table and stood up. I should get back to Earth, maybe make sure Evelyn hasn't whisked Beacon away to live with her.
"Going back?" Suicide crawled out and checked the stove. "Have a safe trip."
"Will do. But please stop reading my thoughts. I want my mind to stay slightly private." I replied. I opened the portal and turned back to him.
"If you need a guinea pig for your scones I think Evelyn would be willing to try 'em. Just tell her you put hearts and livers in the batch." I suggested then leaped through the portal.
I ended up finding Beacon with Lucy and Mello at the hospital. I guess Mello thought bringing them would lessen the pain Way will feel.
"Aunty S!" Beacon ran up to me, Lucy in tow. "Where were you? Uncle Mello and I looked everywhere for you."
"I was in MU having a feelings jam with Suicide." I said.
"W-was Mikey th-there?" Lucy asked timidly, I shook my head sadly. Mello ordered us to keep walking so we headed down the familiar hallway to Way's room.
"But Uncle Mikey can't just be gone. Not like Wolf and Dad." Beacon denied. I ruffled her hair and let Lucy hug my side.
"Uh guys, we're here." Mello said. He opened Way's door and I peered inside. Way was staring blankly at the wall.
"Hey Way," I waved. Mello walked up to him and placed a blue notebook on his bedside table, carful of the tubes and wires attached to our friend.
Way turned to look at us lazily and sighed.
"I already know about Mikey." He said in a dull tone. "I saw it on the news an hour ago."
Beacon handed Way a colourful drawing of Way, Mikey and the rest of us. "It'll be okay, Uncle Way. At least Mikey's with Wolf now though, right?"
He nodded and placed the picture on his little table. "Maybe, squirt."
Lucy shyly walked up to him and squeezed his hand. "I-I'm sorry about y-your brother Mr Way. M-Mr Mikey w-wouldn't want you to b-be sad f-for too long. Neither w-would we."
Way tried to smile at her but it came out as a lopsided grin.
We stayed until visiting hours were over, we tried cheering him up. But no one was really happy during the visit.
"S, can you wait for a minute?" Way asked, throwing a glare at the nurse looking back at us I nodded and sat beside his bed.
"I think it's a bit obvious why Mikey robbed a bank." He sighed. "But the thing is, I've come to terms with my death."
"Way no, you'll be fine. You're not going to die." I assured, knowing it was a lie. "What would we do without our mother-hen cactus butt. And, what do you think Blake would think if you died before she could hug you?"
"Oh Blake." He smiled sadly. "She already isn't happy with my situation. You'll be fine when I'm gone, you guys wont need to worry about me anymore."
'Isn't?' "B-but you're our friend, Way. We don't want you to die. Especially when Mikey just passed away!" I argued.
"Look at me, S. I'm a breathing corpse. Even if you got enough money I would never get back to how I used to be, I'll never fully recover. That's not how these situations go." Way said.
"I..." I looked at all of the machinery and cords attached to Way. He was sickly pale, extremely thin and he looked so done with everything.
"I just needed to get that off my chest. It's a cold truth but they say honesty is the best policy after all." Way shrugged weakly. "You should get going, Iris hates it when you guys stay late."
"Right. See you soon Way." I stood up and left the room. Way wants to die, doesn't he?
Not that it wasn't expected. He's been hospitalized for such a long time, he's clearly miserable.
I sighed and left the hospital with my family. I should visit Evelyn today, at least with her I can pretend none of my friends are dead or dying around me.