Hands shaking so hard the phone nearly fell from the loose grip, the fifteen year old clumsily dialed the number.
"Police department, what is your emergency." The voice at the other end calmly said.
His mouth open and closed several times before he managed to finally croak out. "A body."
"Sir?" The operator responded in confusion. "Have you found a body sir?"
The operator listened to the lost voice as he replied. "There's going to be a body by the river."
The operator noticed his choice of words and went into emergency mode. "Sir, we can help you. I'm sending help right now, just stay with me."
Furuichi listened to the worker and closed his eyes. For a moment he wanted to let the police find him. He didn't want to do this. But he remembered what he had just went through. The memory was enough to push him to continue. "The body belongs to Furuichi Takayuki, age 15. Please tell my family I'm sorry...for everything."
To the operators dismay the caller hung up immediately after the apology.
"Takayuki!" The operator cursed before sending a cruiser to the location. She only hoped that the boy would hesitate long enough for help to get there in time.
~Beelzebub~
Toujo was smiling from ear to ear as he made his way home. After finding some money on the floor he was able to buy some melon bread. The small treasure was in a bag clenched in his hand.
Walking along the river, he slowed down when he saw several people standing at the edge of the path. They were staring at below the bridge and as Toujo got closer he saw a few police and paramedics were down there.
He hoped some dumb kid didn't fall in the river. Now close to the crowd he listened to the crowd's whispers.
"What happened?"
"They found a body. Some guy shot himself under the bridge"
"He was young. Had a school uniform on."
All talking stopped when a stretcher was pulled out. All eyes were frozen on the moving stretcher and what it held up.
The body bag that was strapped down, made Toujo's stomach drop.
Hearing and seeing enough, Toujo removed himself from the crowd. The rest of the walk home, he had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He stored his long awaited melon bread away.
His appetite was gone.
Laying himself down, he sighed and rubbed roughly at his face. Life was precious and he didn't understand how someone could stop seeing that.
Not being able to rest easily, he grabbed his coat and went to go visit Shizuoka and her family.
~Beelzebub~
The school day at Ishiyama was more alive than usual. A news reporter was standing in front of the entrance. The cameras were enough to make some students act like fools.
Some of the kids were throwing gang signs in the back, but were quickly stopped. Too busy flashing to the camera they didn't see they were in the way of Oga. Kicks and a few punches cleared the camera's view and the news reporter couldn't help but smile. With no distractions behind her, she continued with the story.
"An Ishiyama student was found dead yesterday by the river. Investigations are underway to find how..."
Oga stopped listening and continued to the school building. He had to find Furuichi and kick his ass for not coming to his house yesterday. The bastard didn't answer his phone yesterday and Oga was pissed. Entering the building he looked around the first floor for the first year.
Beel was resting on his head and was helping him search. His help only lasted a few moments before he was screeching in Oga's ear. The source of the demon's excitement was the arrival of the Queen of Ishiyama. She was of course accompanied by the rest of the Red Tails who were all making their way to him.
With a frown the Red Tail leader asked him. "Did you hear the news?"
Eyes still roaming the halls for Furuichi he replied absently. "What?
Nene answered the question this time. "A student supposedly killed himself yesterday. Underneath the bridge."
Oga looked at Nene with a face that demanded for more information. She could only shrug and inform him. "They don't give information out on minors."
No one said a word for a few moments. Finally Yuka broke the silence by asking. "Hey where's Furuichi?"
Now it was Oga's turn to shrug and replied in a form of a grunt.
Nene scowled at the reply. Glancing around the halls she asked. "You can't find him?"
Before Oga could reply Chiaki butted in. "Maybe he's the student that killed themselves."
The statement sent everyone on edge, and the Red Tail seemed to regret the words when she realized what she had just said.
Still stunned at the remark, Nene snapped at the other. "Chiaki that's not funny."
The other's silence was enough to show her regret, but for some reason an unsettling feeling had hit everyone. Now all of them wanted to know where Furuichi was.
"Come on we'll help you look for him." Kunieda tried to calm the others by remaining stoic. But Oga didn't even spare the females a glance. He and Beel could find Furuichi themselves. Walking down the halls, Beel kept a lookout while Oga tried calling Furuichi. But he wasn't answering his phone.
He walked around the school once, twice and finally on the third time he stopped in the middle of the courtyard. Without a word or a glance to anyone, he walked off the grounds of Ishiyama.
Walking to the other's house he thought how Furuichi was going to get his ass beat for not telling him he was ditching. Because that's what happened, Furuichi was home. He was probably in his bed reading his JUMP.
But no matter how much he tried to convince himself the other was home, the Red Tail's comment wouldn't leave him. His steps started to become faster and soon he was jogging to Furuichi's. When he finally saw Furuichi's house, he stopped and felt his stomach drop. There in front of the house was a police car.
For the first time Oga felt something he hadn't felt in years.
Fear.
Panic overtook him and before he knew what to do, his body reacted. He needed to go somewhere safe. He found himself running home. Slamming the door open, he was about to yell out when he saw her.
The sight of his sister told him everything. Everything he wished with all his heart wasn't true. Misaki was sitting outside on the backstep. She wasn't crying, just simply staring into the distance. She turned to him and one look was all it took for the message to be understood.
Oga felt the weight on his head slide off and soon Misaki was embracing him. He let his face drop onto Misaki's shoulder for just a moment.
That one moment of comfort was all he could take. Grabbing back Beel from Hilda, he ran out the door.
He ran with a destination in mind. When he finally stopped running he found himself in front of the bridge. The yellow tape that edged away seemed to mock him. This was the last place Furuichi was alive. Crossing over the tape he went towards the under section of the bridge.
Something was pulling him in.
When he was fully underneath the bridge, he stopped. His eyes widen in a mixture of horror and fear as he stared at the wall. He felt a small hand tap at his face. The whines of Beel went unnoticed. And his scream of his best friend's name drowned the whines.
Furuichi's blood and strands of hair were still splattered on the wall.
~Beelzebub~
Walking to the river, Furuichi couldn't help but continue to look behind him.
He was hoping to see someone, anyone, come running to him. To grab him and scream at him to stop whatever he was planning.
To give him a reason to think all of what he now believed was wrong. To tell him that he shouldn't care what others say about him. He wanted someone to tell him all the great things about him that he had dismissed these past few months.
But the main reason why he wanted to see someone, was because it meant that someone noticed.
Noticed how his smile had been forced and fake for too long. How every time he was ignored or picked on his face twisted in hurt.
He wanted someone to notice how he was falling apart.
Now under the bridge he felt his chest tighten and throat ache when he realized he could no longer lie to himself. He didn't want just someone to stop him. He wanted Oga.
He needed Oga to notice how he was falling apart. He was there for most of the remarks and insults the others threw at him.
How could his best friend fail to notice how he was slowly breaking down? Hands shaking he hid his face into them and tried to keep the tears from falling. He was just so tired of having to keep up with all these lies he had made himself believe.
The belief that the Red Tails were just messing with him and that they actually liked him. That he could survive in a school like Ishiyama.
But most importantly that his life had any value.
He was garbage. A failure of a son who had no future. His fingers gripped the gun and shakily brought it out. Placing it on his lap he stared down at it and finally felt the tears fall. This was going to be good for everyone he mouthed out, since his voice was no longer working. His throat was tight and felt like it was going to collapse on itself.
His parents would no longer have to carry the burden of their failure of a son.
After failing to get into and spending his first year in Ishiyama, Fuuichi realized midyear that no colleges would take a look at his application.
His death would help his family. Their lives could return to normal and they would be able to focus solely on Honoka. And Ishiyama was going to be relieved of his presence. The Red Tails wouldn't have to deal with Creepichi and Mobichi would no longer take space in the hallways.
And Oga would finally be able to get rid of him. A sob escaped him now when he thought how long Oga must have been letting him tag along.
How could he not see that he was never meant to be friends with Oga? He was weak while Oga was the strongest student in Ishiyama.
Weak stupid Bitchichi.
If there was something he could do right in his life, it would be to get rid of his existence for everyone's sake.
So with trembling lips he forced his voice through and told the operators the lines he rehearsed. When he ended the call, he had stopped crying. Lifting the gun to his mouth, he breathed out one last breath.
His last thought before he pulled the trigger was a revelation.
After he pulled the trigger there really wouldn't be a change. Because these past few months how was it any different from being dead.
The last thing he heard was the sound of his phone going off and his last taste of life was the bitter taste of metal in his mouth.