The coaltars spilled from the broken air vent and surrounded Shiemi in a cloud of black. Rin did the only thing he could do. He jumped up and grabbed her arm, his flames cloaking them in a haze of blue.
"Get away from her!" Bon yelled, pulling the bluenette away from Shiemi.
Rin was violently thrown against the floor by the other male.
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Rin sat on the roof of his dorm, holding a bottle in his right hand. It was a large glass bottle filled with clear liquid and the label read "Devil's Spring Vodka".
"Hah... This sure is fitting..."
Next to him lay an open pack of cigarettes, one of which was in his left hand. He brought it up to his lips and breathed in, the chemicals filling his lungs. He held his breath for a moment before letting it go.
Yukio's words of wisdom quickly popped into his head as he took another drag of his cigarette.
"Cigarettes are basically cancer in a smokable form. Don't ever let me catch you with a cigarette!"
Rin smirked. And here he was now, cigarette in one hand, booze in the other. He took a swig, feeling pleasantly drunk.
"Why didn't they understand, I was only protecting her. She would've been injured had it not been for me!" he growled.
But, of course, they wouldn't stop and try to understand him. He's the son of Satan, the son of their enemy.
Rin was tired of hurting people.
He just wanted everyone to be happy, and if that couldn't happen with him around, then he'd just have to disappear.
Getting ahold of one of Yukio's guns was easier than he thought it'd be. All he had to do now was enjoy his last night alive.
As he drained the last few sips of his vodka he stood up, gun in hand.
It was time.
"RIN PUT THE GUN DOWN!"
Screaming from behind him forced Rin to turn around. Yukio stood there, along with his classmates.
"Why *hic* should I, Y-Yukio? All I do is hurt people and cause problems." He cried, jumping onto the railing behind him
With tears in his eyes, Yukio begged him to stay.
Rin replied, "Hey man, I love you... But no fuckin' way."
And as he fell, he lifted the gun to head, and pulled the trigger.
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