Request for KuranYuuki100
You sighed, looking once more into the drink in your hands. The bar would be closing soon, and most people had already drunk their fill. Except for you. You were still nursing the same drink as you had ordered when you first got to the bar. It was something one of your friends had introduced to you, and though your weren’t particularly fond of it, or alcohol, you hoped it would get you drunk enough to forget what had happened just a couple hours ago.
Of course it wouldn’t and you felt yourself sink even further into the depression that had crept up on you long ago. Sighing, you left enough money to cover the one drink under the only half empty glass and made your way back onto the streets of Ikebukuru. It was a nice night. A gently breeze tugging at your (h/l) (h/c) hair before you tucked it up into the hood of your jacket.
“Alright,” you muttered to yourself in an attempt to keep your hopes up, “let’s get going.”
10 blocks and six flight of stairs later, you found yourself sitting of the edge of your apartment building. The air was even colder on the roof but you didn’t want to leave. All you wanted to do was sit there. It was enough to feel the rush of adrenaline you got when you looked down.
Closing your eyes, you leaned back and away from the edge.
“You could do it, you know?” a low voice said from behind you, causing your eyes to snap open. You spun around to see a lean man standing on the rooftop near the edge. His hands were tucked neatly into his fur-lined jacket’s pockets.
Raising an eyebrow at the man, you spun around, pulling your legs back onto the safety of the building. “Do what?” you asked, not entirely sure if the dark-haired man was especially safe to talk to.
A thin smile spread across his cheeks, cutting through in a way that made you shiver. “Kill yourself,” he grinned, “All you’d have to do is jump.”
Licking your lips, your whole body tensed. “What would make you think-”
“It’s all in the way you treat yourself. If you walk all the way here from some shitty bar across town just to sit right there, most likely you want to fall. The only thing stopping you now,” he leaned closer, his man-eater smile growing, “is you.”
You shivered, shaking your head. “No, that’s not-”
“What?” he snapped at you, “Too scared to even say it?”
“No!” you shouted back, jaw clenching. “I am not scared!”
“Then do it,” he smirked, “Jump.” His lips carefully pronounced the word as it rang through your ears. “Or do you not have the guts?”
Taking a shaky breath, you looked over the edge again. The fall seemed high enough, you’d certainly die. So, why wouldn’t you do it? “Well, Mr. Tough Guy,” you said, standing from the edge, “if my not jumping makes me a coward, what does that make you?”
Stepping closer to him, you began to walk a wide circle around the man, his dark eyes watching you carefully.
“The little voice in everyone’s head? That’d mean your a coward too.” His eyes narrowed at you, but you just kept walking, circles getting smaller and smaller until you were standing face to face with the man. “So,” you smirked, proudly looking up at the man, “are you a coward too?”
Seeming to relax a bit, the man let his posture slouch yet again. “No,” he told you, voice as cold as his eyes, “I just love humans. I’m waiting to see a new face from them.”
“Well, mister,” you rolled your eyes and stepped away from him, patting a lingering hand on his back, “I don’t have a new face for you, but I do have something new to show you.” Grinning, you held up a proud finger.
You didn’t turn around, but you could hear the man chuckling behind you. “I’ll be seeing you.” It sounded like a promise.
“No you won’t,” you answered, stepping closer to the door. But secretly, you hoped to meet the interesting man again.
Laughing a bit as you closed the door you thought about the man. “‘I just love humans,’” you chuckled, “What’s there to love?”