AN/- the bits that are cut inbetween the page-breaker-thingies are IN BB's POV, not MELLO's.
I hate breaking the law.
Ok, that sounds very hypocritical considering we are running an underground band of criminals – aka, The Mafia, however simple things like running through speed lights, overtaking when I shouldn't, not wearing a helmet? Those were the things I hated. Not sure why.
I do all of these in my dash to reach BB, almost knocking over a news reporters cameraman when I get there. There's a few people around, not an entire neighbourhood, but a few morning walkers. Being the Christmas holidays, most people would still be in bed, I think. I slide of the bike as best I can in my shaken state, shaking my head quickly and returning my dishevelled hair to its normal place. Still not as perfect as I'd like. The reporter corners me and I hear her introduce me as Mr Ross. Jeez, that's weird. It makes me sound old. I'd taken Rod's last name for my media-coverage, simply because it made him happy and it keeps my personal life – and my personal name private. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and right now I was glad that I'd taken that decision. I glance to the roof. BB's closer to the edge – I don't have time for this-
"-otherwise known as Mello. Do you know who the young man is?"
"A friend of mine. Excuse me" I try moving past her, but she blocks my way; the camera is practically in my face.
"Are you aware of what happened this morning? Were you close? Do you have any idea what might've—"
"Stop it, jeez, get- get that camera away, do you want to see him jump" The thought sickened me. Why would the public want to watch a suicide live? Did they get some sort of sick enjoyment out of it? This sure as hell wasn't a publicity stunt wanting to be on YouTube. I grabbed the camera lens with a nervous hand, nudging it downwards as not to break the stupid thing. It would be me paying for it if I did. The cameraman lowered it and pointed it to the ground, but the red light still indicates its recording. I hope they get a good freakin' view of my ass. I spin and make my way to the police that have sectioned off the school. I go to the one that looks like the chief, looking at him with my best intense look.
"You have to let me up there" He laughs and steps forwards.
"I know who you are, Mr Ross. It doesn't mean you get privileges"
"That's my friend up there" I square up to him, pointing to the roof. If he doesn't let me up, im preparing for the police-assault charges that I'll have in a few weeks. "I need to talk to him" The chief falters slightly, looking at another officer. "I can bring him down. I just need to talk to him" He radio's someone, all I hear is undecipherable nonsense. A response comes through and he sighs, moving aside.
"They'll let you up; there's officers near the top if you need help" I nod and jog through the police force, entering the building, finding the nearest staircase and launching to the very top. It's not until I find the door to the roof, the police officers with their firearms at the ready – expectant looks on their faces, do I realise that my heart is racing. I begin to feel dizzy as I realise that BB's life comes down to me. For an instant, I think about A. Where is he? Why isn't he with BB? Why would BB be doing this? But then I remember the murder this morning, and connect the dots together.
There has to be some sort of misunderstanding.
If there's one thing that Rod has taught me about the media is that it over exaggerates and assumes.
I hope to God he's right.
I clutch my rosary and open the door, stepping outside and into the sunlight. BB's frame the first thing that I look for. He's stood not too far from the edge. I don't want to scare him.
"BB...hi..."
He doesn't face me, but his head tilts slightly as he acknowledges me. Suddenly, he bursts into laughter, teetering forwards with his arms spread out like he'll fly. I step forwards with my arm out hesitantly. I don't want him to jump.
"BB..come on...please?...back away..." I step forwards again and he steps closer to the edge. He hasn't turned to face me; he can't see the desperation on my face, the hesitation in my actions; I can only tempt him with the voice that he knows so well, and even then I'm not sure what to say. BB says it for me.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this" He turns around, as if he was simply gazing at a scene and not standing at the edge of his life.
"What wasn't?"
AN/-reminder – these bits like this are in BB's Point of view (:
A lays down on the ready-made bed, looking cosy and angelic.
"Don't tempt me like that A" He smiles softly and sighs, staring straight at my eyes.
"You have beautiful eyes ... Beyond..." I grin and close my eye-lids; A huffs in disappointment and I grin a little more.
"Don't tease me A, you know I don't find it at all that funny" I open my eyes and he's stopped gazing; I smile fondly, careful not to grin.
"He has it all planned, organised and precise. We would go to bed as normal, none of my chaotics"
This was it. He kisses me lightly, then winds his spidery fingers in my messy hair, tugging it slightly. "Iloveyou" He breathes, pulling his arms back and holding them, wrists up, at my mercy. I split the eight injections into two piles of four, one on my right side and one on his right. I take the pen from my pocket and dot where A should put them in – because he doesn't know for sure. I hold one of mine and he holds one of his. "We'll do it at the same time, yeah, BB?" I nod.
"It was perfect Mello, he was perfect. It was flawless. I took the syringes from the hospital, eight of them – four each. They should have been strong enough" He takes another step, his hair hiding his face but his fists are clearly clenched at his sides.
We are lying on the bed, A snuggled into my chest with my arm wrapped around him. Every now and then he'd look up and smile at me, kiss my cheek, then my lips, and then settle back down. His body doesn't feel as cold as I thought it would, or as cold as I thought it might turn, he's still breathing his quiet breaths, his face is as angelic as ever and his fingers are still laced in mine. I'm glad that he's mine; if he wasn't, I'm sure I'd make him. Sometimes I can't help but feel we're complete opposites, but we work. We fit. We're perfect.
"I'm the flaw. I'm always his flaw. He's weaker than us mello, so much weaker. But so frail... and angelic" His head snatches up, his eyes seeming much more insane than ever before. He grins and steps forwards slightly.
He hoists himself up, hovering over me. He's shaking, weak and frail. It's taking it's toll on him. I feel my energy drain too; it won't be long. He leans down, kisses my cheek, then my lips and falls to my chest with a sigh. "So comfy..." His breathing slows at a gradual pace, like one would when sleeping. He's beautiful, I can't help but stare at his light frame, like a feather on my chest. He's like a sack of emotion sometimes, so intriguing, so complex, so something that was only describable as A. He is the last thing I see as my eyes close over, my own breathing slowing down like his.
"I loved that his face would be the last thing I saw. So beautiful..." He tilts his head, his smile fading, a sad look appearing and his eyes glazing over with confusion.
My eyes shoot open. There's the roof, the bare walls, the plain cupboards, my desk, A's stuff—
Not how I imagined our Heaven to be. Strangely, it seems I'm in the same position as I died in. How...weird. I sit up; A slides down, flopping onto the covers. I touch his arm.
Cold.
I touch his arm.
My head pounds and my body shakes, it's sheer determination to expel the drugs from my system making my head swim with nausea. I realise im thinking. I'm touching and I'm thinking.
I'm thinking consciously.
I touched A's arm.
I felt his cold skin.
I'm fucking alive.
Desperately, I look at A.
Cold. Lifeless. Dead.
"But I wake up, and he's paler than ever. He's cold, Mello. Cold and dead. But not me, no, not me... im fucking alive!" He falls to his knees and I dive for him, kneeling in front of him and searching his face. It'll be ok. "He left me... He promised he wouldn't Mel'..." I reach for a hug and he accepts, simply leaning into me whilst his hands lay motionless at his sides. "Then they show up; shit-fucks"
I lie with him for a while, muttering my own apologies and promising that I wouldn't be too far behind. Then the knocking came.
The irritating banging on the door as they shouted to reach my Love and me. No. Then there's the crash, the crack...the door's gone. Their footsteps raid the building and I have no choice but to flee. I leave A's body with a parting kiss and run to the window, taking the gun from the top drawer and stuff it in my pocket.
"They wanted to talk, they never got A's statement and god knows what they wanted with me. I had to leave—I had to leave A with them...those bastards..." He sighs, blowing the ends of my hair around. "I ended up here – dunno why..."
"BB...it's going to be ok. We can do this" I whisper, holding him tighter as my eyes sting with the threat of tears.
"A's gone, Mello. There's nothing to do but waste this life just to see him again. I won't do that" He pushes me away aggressively. So aggressively that I'm forced to shut my eyes as my head collides with the concrete roof. When I open them seconds later, BB's back on the ledge, looking happily insane.
"BB please..." I scramble forwards, but he holds a hand out – signalling for me to wait – whilst the other searches his back pocket.
"I can't keep A waiting eh? He'll get scared" His other hand floats to his side, the other emerging from behind as he twiddles the object in his fingers. My eyes open like dinner-plates as my eyes blur with tears. I imagine the scene like a movie, and somewhere in the background, there's a solemn piano playing a tune.
"No, BB please..." I daren't move forwards; he's turned the safety off.
"He promised never to leave me, you see..." He's holding it with such fondness, such care, im not sure what he's thinking. He needs to think – even just a little.
"BB, don't. Think about this" Or maybe that's the problem. He's thinking too much.
"...and I can't leave him alone, Mello. I won't" God, BB, don't do this!
"BB-"
"We were supposed to go together" He says, a small smile on his lips, a blank look in his eyes.
"Don't leave, B...please"
"I can't leave him alone Mel... you know that" He gives me a knowing look, with his typical BB-grin ollowing and a low bow. He brings the gun to his head like it weighs nothing more than a feather. He closes his eyes and looks up. I realise that he never intended to jump. He was going to fall.
"BB-"
My heart stops as the gun is fired, his body disappearing over the ledge in seconds.
"BB!"