I'm sorry for worrying you guys, I'm alright now I guess and I hope that at least you had a good time reading this? :)

I actually hesitated a lot whether I should continue or not. It was supposed to be one shot (The only one was also supposed to be one shot XD). But seeing that you guys needed more and that I just basically... killed my most favourite anime/manga character... yeah, I wrote this. (Btw, I really ship Karma x Asano right now so Asano is in this)

Just telling you that this fanfic won't be long, maybe one or two more chapters, but that's it. I still have three more you know? :X

Anyways, thanks for reading, reviewing, favouriting and following :)

Asano's P.O.V.

Ten p.m.

One of the best times to visit your classmate, I know. But something inside just really urged me to go and see him. Don't ask why, don't try to look for anything rational.

I could blame my action on the fact that Akabane has been acting strangely the last few days. Not weird like good weird, but the... I don't know how to describe it. He didn't joke or even talk much and when I tried to have a conversation with him, his voice lacked the usual bite to it.

And the eyes. The amber eyes which shone bright with mischief and energy.

Their flame now vanished, leaving a dead, empty look.

It didn't make any better impression when I realized that he grew paler and paler with each day.

But maybe I was just imagining things, digging into things too much.

So I did my best to ignore it and to tell myself that it was none of my bussiness. But that was it. Lying to myself that I didn't and shouldn't care was enough to hold me back for a few days. Few days gone, that devil still acting weird and I just couldn't help but suspect that something was wrong.

After two hours of studying (or rather thinking it over, whether I should really go), I just couldn't withstand it anymore, bad feeling and curiosity killing me.

That's how I found myself in front of the redhead's door. Ridiculous, right? I tried to think of an excuse for going there but found none. That strange, omnious feeling in my stomach grew and I just swallowed my price. Taking a deep breath it, I knocked and waited.

And waited.

It felt like something was crawling under my skin - it was ten p.m. Not a time for someone to take a walk (don't count me, I'm just a worrywart). So I knocked again and tried to open the door.

They were unlocked.

"Akabane?" I called while glancing in but no reply came. I saw a light coming from a half-open door to his bathroom. Assuming that the idiot had forgotten to turn off the lights, I went further.

And the whole world distorted.

There, on the ground sat my rival, his eyes closed, eyelashes and cheeks soaked by tears and his hand... his hand drenched in red, crimson red flowing down the bathtube and colouring it as well. By his right hand laid a single razor, stained in that ugly liquid. My eyes must have been deceiving me. There was no way Karma was commiting suicide. Not him. No.

Terrified as I were, I couldn't afford to break down or throw up at the moment. Adrenaline took over my body and I rushed to the boy's side, hastily checking his pulse. So weak.

"FUCK IT, AKABANE!" I yelled as I took out my phone and dialed the ambulance: "Kunugigaoka High School dorms, Room 42, student with a slitted wrist, on the verge of dying. HURRY!" And not losing even one second, I threw the phone away to start with first aid.

I took off my tie and tightly bandaged the place where he cut. I didn't spare any strenght as my priority at the moment was to slow the bleeding down and damn, he was bleeding a lot. I needed more than one tie though so I raised his arm up, hoping that gravity would do its work and decelerate the flow, while looking for bandage in the bathroom cabinet. Much to my horror and relief, I found countless of them, along with disinfection.

He couldn't have cut before, could he?

Leaving that aside, I immediately procceeded to slowing the process down by strangulating the blood stream - binding the area of upper forearm - and puting more pressure on the injury by adding more bandage. It was drenching with blood and I cried in despair, afraid of the worst. He must have lost lots of blood by now. Who knows how long it has been since he did... this.

"Don't you dare die on me, Akabane!" I shouted at the motionless, deathly pale boy. Not that he could answer me. At least not now.

"I'm not letting you give up so easily, Karma. Do you hear me?! I'M NOT LETTING YOU!"

I checked his pulse again, feeling that it got weaker with every beat. He was still breathing but I knew that he didn't have much longer before...

No. Never.

He was going to survive.

And I was going to beat the shit out of him.

While waiting for the goddamn fucking slow ambulace, I twisted more bandage around his wrist, not caring any tiny bit that in worst case scenerio he could lose an arm because of it. My jaw hurt from gritting my teeth, my eyes stinging from the raw stench of iron and I was trembling so bad because here he sat, half-dead and then-

he tried to commit suicide.

Why.

Why?!

Finally, the sounds of running men were heard and I shouted 'HERE!' so that they would find us quicker.

And when they at last arrived, everything became blurry.

I remember them taking the redhead from my arms, placing him on the gurney and yelling something while running to the car with him. The sounds meddled together and the images were once too slow, then too fast, then too vivid and painful. My legs were weak and I felt so in daze that it didn't even dawn on me that some other men were trying to talk with me.

They looked worried and it was only a second before losing conscioussness that I realized I was lying on the floor with two parademics hovering over me.

The last thing I was aware of were my last words before giving in to the darkness.

"Save him"

no matter what it takes