Alright guys, I'm back as promised. I'm so sorry for taking so long but to be honest even now I'm trying to find something worth living for (fortunately it's not in the suicidal way XD). But I will do my best to make this story good enough for you so please bear with the slower updates (once in week now, I think).

Anyway, I see you were pretty anxious and eager to see how Asano is gonna react after seeing Karma, right? Here it is! :)

Third person's P.O.V.

He didn't want this.

That's what flashed through Karma's mind right when he became aware of the radiant light, which somehow found its way to his sensory perception despite the fact he was still more or less unconsciouss. But he started to realize that he was lying on a matress. And that he could feel it.

Something was wrong.

Dead ones can't feel.

He had no idea how or why, but he was alive.

And he didn't want this.

The redhead stirred without even knowing about it and soon, he opened his eyes to be greeted by a snowhite ceiling. Little did he know that there was another person in the room, observing the boy the whole time. Karma was way too tired and confused to even think about looking around in search for... for what, even?

He didn't forget what he had done. No. The burning pain, the relief washing over his body and guilt occupying his mind - that was one of the few things he would never forget. The thoughts he considered to be his last, the apologies, the despair and sorrow, those could never leave him. All of them were still freshly imprinted in his memory.

So why?

Why was he still alive?

Karma was sure he hit the artery. He made sure he did. He had no chance of survival unless someone found him right after that. Which couldn't happen because lived alone and there was never any reason for someone to check on him or visit him. So he only needed ten minutes - no, even less. And everything would have ended.

Then how?!

"Akabane," as if those questions could be heard, a male voice suddenly called out. The boy on the bed glanced at the person whom he had not noticed, somewhat shocked. There sat a certain strawberry blond, his eyes tired-looking and yet fierce.

Asano has been sitting there for more than one hour already. He didn't expect the other to wake up at all so when he saw the redhead coming to, he felt nervous. What should he say? How should he act? But it took Karma too long to come back to senses. About five minutes. So when the class president couldn't bear the silence anymore, he called his rival's name.

And then tried to think of how to continue.

"How do you feel?" in the end, he blurted out.

The latter however didn't answer. He just hesitantly looked at Gakushuu, his mind blank. He did attempt to commit suicide after all. And if the first person he saw was the strawberry blond, then it must have also been him who found him. He couldn't think of any explanation for his presence any other way.

Karma didn't like being watched like this though. And he most certainly disliked seeming this vulnerable. He wanted to sit up and maybe even run away or jump from the window, who knows, but none of that happened. His limbs were too weak and his head-

"There's no point in trying. You lost lots of blood so you will be as weak as a kitten for the next week or so." the strawberry blond remarked, seeing the other's desperate endeavour to straighten up.

"Why did you save me," the teen unexpectedly whispered, his voice so broken it banished any Asano's intentions of being sarcastic.

Such a ridiculous question though. Why did he save Karma? Probably the same question like 'why humands need to breathe.' Because they just do.

"Why shouldn't I have done so?" instead of replying, another question was laid. "What were you thinking?" it came out accusing.

The redhead however didn't have any intentions of answering. His choices were his choices and he had no obligation to explain them. No matter how horrible and irresponsible, it was something he decided on his own. And the matter was just way too sensitive and personal for him to just blurt it out.

So Asano was left without response.

But there was something crushing his conscience. Suicide? Did he really try to commit suicide? Was this for real? Karma knew he was depressed. He knew he was weak, he hated himself for it and made sure to punish himself every time every way possible. But to think he would actually take his own life with a single, clean cut - he couldn't believe it. In some way, he felt happy. He was aware of that warm feeling in his chest when he recalled the liquid quickly flowing and the consciousness leaving his body. But at the same time, he realized that his mind was completly beclouded at that time. He did it in the heat of moment, without thinking it through, overlooking what death really meant - he just did it to release the pain. And now that the apathy, emptiness and hurt temporarily subdued, the weight of his actions befell on his shoulders, making him shudder in guilt and shame.

He tried to kill himself.

And Asano, the doctors and soon even his friends, his teachers and parents would know.

Maybe he would kill himself once again to run away from their reaction.

"Nevermind. I will get it out of you later," the council student president suddenly sighed with a somewhat defeated expression. "I will call the doctor to check you, you were out cold for a whole week," he announced and stood up from the chair.

It seems like Gakushuu overstimated himself too much though. The first step was alright but the second and third one was taken with the boy fighting off the darkness that suddenly invaded both his vision and mind. He felt wobbly and soon, he got so lightheaded he fell to the ground with a loud thud, not waking up for a good minute.

Karma didn't know what was happening. In a matter of seconds, the boy who just a while ago sat by his side suddenly keeled over with no apparent reason. Despite being an apathetic bastard (or so he thought), panic overwhelmed him when he saw that Asano wasn't waking up and he searched for the button which usually hung above the patients in case they neede something.

And indeed, there it was. With his feeble fingers, he grabbed that tiny thing and pressed it, a loud sound ringing in the corridors from outside. That's when he noticed the strawberry blond squeezing his eyes and slowly opening them, the look in them completly confused.

Only a bit later the doors abruptly opened, revealing a black haired man with white coat, his movements frantic in fear something has happened to his patient. He knew after all what the teen in this room did and he knew that the case could have repeated itself. So when the ringing suddenly resonated through his office, he hurried to the room A025, prepared for anything at all.

But he soon realized it wasn't Akabane that was hurt. It was his friend lying on the floor who was currently trying to sit up.

Rushing to help him, the doctor immediately knew what was the cause of the student's collapse: "Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

Asano Gakushuu slightly nodded, clutching his head in order to dispel the dizziness.

"I told you that you should have stayed in the bed for the day! You just donated second pint in just this week, moving around is plain ridiculous!" the medic scolded the strawberry blond in his arms who by now already got himself upright.

"I'm fine." he denied but his voice was way too weak to be considered valid.

"Yeah, sure, I can see that. I should get you an IV drop as well. And maybe give you a room as well, can you-"

"No, that's not necessary." the teen protested, his head now up and staring at the doctor stubbornly. „I'm alright now so there's no need. Just got a bit dizzy, that's all."

"If you don't want to get hospitalized then at least let me get you an IV drop." the doctor demanded, the look in his eyes serious. He didn't want any more students dying of blood loss after all.

Seeing that this was a fight he couldn't win, the strawberry blond nodded and let himself get helped to a nearby chair. Then the adult left for his equipment.

"Are you-" Karma couldn't help but ask despite being in a deep shit himself. But he had no idea what happened. And it was now that he noticed how pale Asano was.

The one in question maintained his usual strong stare: "If you are asking whether I'm sick or dying, then no. I'm not. But I did donate the second pint of blood a while ago in only one week to save your sorry ass." he said but the usual sharpness of his was nowhere to be found this time: "So don't you dare waste it." his gaze shifted to the bandaged wrist. After a long pause, the boy clutched his head with gritted teeth: "I guess I will be weak as a kitten for a week as well."

The redhead was genuinely confused. First of all, how could Asano convince to give two pints in one week? Each blood donation is maximalized to one pint per a healthy person and it is a rule to always wait three to four months before doing so again. Then how? There were more questions in the boy's mind but he started out with a different but the most important one:

"Why did you-?"

He got an irritated growl: "Because apparently, they have no other donor of the same blood type."

Karma meant it in a different way but for now, he just got satisfied with this answer. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to disappear. As if the feelings of being useless and alone weren't enough, now he was getting hunted down for his action. He was going to be ridiculed or yelled at by the student council president, by the doctors and then he would be integrated, locked into a mental hospital or something.

He hoped he died.

Looking around, he searched for other ways. There was nothing sharp by his side. At this moment. But this was the second storey and the windows were open - it wouldn't kill him but he could escape. He had blankets which could be torn and then used as a rope to hang himself. He could maybe even find some pills. Or plastic bags to suffocate. Maybe he could just pretend to go to the toilet while running off to the rooftop and then jumping do-

"Don't even think about it," suddenly, his wild imagination got banished.

Gakushuu couldn't hear any of it of course. But he could tell from the absent expression and from the atmosphere that Karma was having bad intentions. And he didn't sacrifice his blood just to have the moron here kill himself again.

The problem was, he didn't know what to do. He could try to ask and shit but it was highly unlikely he would get anything out of the other. They weren't such good friends. Nor were they understanding enough to listen to each other. And yet, the strawberry blond tried:

"Akabane," he muttered, the hesitance apparent in his tone. "did something... happen?"

Surprised as he was, the redhead's indifferent expression didn't change.

"Wrong question." Asano messied his hair in frustration, completly clueless as to how to approach the boy in bed. "You know what, I'm not good at sugar coating things nor at being gentle. So I will be straightforward. Why did you try to kill yourself?"

The look Karma received terrified him. Such honest and determined eyes. Ready to destroy, to search and find anything they wanted to have. An answer. An explanation. And then, all the colours in those amethyst orbs - confusion, anger, tiny bit of fear and pity, sorrow, fatigue - how could the strawberry blond feel them all? Why was he capable of displaying them in one stare, in one second? One part of Karma dreaded what they were capabale of - as if they could stare right into his soul and dig out his darkest thoughts. But more than that, it broke him - knowing, that he could never be like this. If not for the fact that he never let his true emotions show, then because of the plain realisation that he could not feel. Not anymore. Maybe that's why he started cutting in the first place.

But now, he hurt.

And he was scared.

"Karma-" the strawberry blond urged him but got cut off when the doors opened with the doctor from before calling him.

"Asano-kun, the IV is ready. Please come with me."

He obviously did not know of the conversation going on between the two teens but the redhead was so thankful to the man for giving him an opening, a small room to learn how to breathe again, to sort out his thoughts. Or to just activate the defense mode - if that were needed.

The student council president didn't look happy at all at the intrusion. He needed to dig the matter out and do something about it because this was serious, Karma was serious and oh god, his head was spinning. Even in his worst nightmares would he not think of Akabane doing something as... stupid, desperate and horrifying as this. He was supposed to be the stubborn fucktard who wouldn't die even after getting killed.

Gakushuu sent the boy in bed a look. It didn't last a second and yet it was enough to interpret that no matter how determined he was to find out, the other wasn't going to speak. Not now. Maybe he was pressuring the former E-class student too early. Maybe he should give him time to calm down and fully grasp the situation.

But giving him time to calm down could at the same time mean giving him time to finish what he had started.

Really, he was too lightheaded for this. Losing blood was no fun. And having to argue with the even more deathly-pale-than-him idiot here was the last thing he wanted. Therefore, shoving away the ugly thoughts and promising himself that soon he would ask again and again - for as long until he spits it out, he sighed and nodded at the doctor with a small 'alright.'

He heard the weak exhale of relief escaping the patient. Turning at him, he did his best to remain fierce and authoritative: "I will get the truth out of you and make you snap out of this, Akabane." then the boy's voice cracked a little and he glued my eyes to the ground: "I just want to help you."

And then, he went out of the room, closing the doors. The boy glared into the doctor's eyes and slowly, firmly said- or rather ordered: "Don't leave him unsupervised."

Because he knew what could happen.

If not another suicide attempt, then at least self harm.

He himself had some experience after all.

"Under no circumenstances." this came out as a plea, no matter how much Asano hated to admit it.

And the black haired man nodded, understanding.

It was then that Gakushuu gave up the fight for consciousness, helplessly falling into the much appreciated void.