Devils dance while angels cry

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Title: Devils dance while Angels cry
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Vam, Ville/Jonne, Jussi/Ville 
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing this, sweethearts, if I owned them…buut...I do own Kalevi. You steal him, I eat your face. Got it? Get it? Good.
Summary: Bam takes in a foreign exchange student, but in that one action, he's getting more than he bargained for.A/N: GAH! I know it's short! I was rushed! The next chapter will be longer! Promise! NOW...COMMENT!



Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two

Chapters Three and Four 
Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven:

Bam rubbed Ville's back in soothing circles, whispering soft endearments and comforts as the Finn's sobs slowly faded into whimpers, then nothing. "Ville?" Bam asked softly as Ville's grip on his shirt gradually loosened.

Ville pushed himself up into a sitting position, eyeliner smudged considerably. After wiping his eyes and essentially removing the remaining makeup, he raised his eyes to Bam's. "Yes?"

"Do…are…uh…" Bam glanced up at the ceiling for a second, as though the question he was trying to ask might be written there, before lowering his gaze. "Do you want to talk about it?" Ville stiffened visibly, and he automatically started to get up, before a gentle hand on the small of his back stopped him. "I don't mean to pry, Ville. I just want to be a friend."

Ville sighed, relaxing again as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. "I know. I know." There was a moment's silence, before Ville spoke again, as though choosing his words carefully. "It was a breakdown. I don't even remember what triggered it at this point. I just…I remember arguing with Jonne about something…"

Jonne stormed into their shared bedroom, door flying open hard enough to hit the adjoining wall. In his hand, he held a small envelope. "VILLE!"

Ville, who had been lying on the bed, reading at the time of this intrusion, glanced up. "Jonne? What's wrong?"

Jonne frowned. "This. This was in your coat pocket." He brandished the letter, and an odd expression crossed Ville's face. "What the HELL is this?"

Ville held a hand out wordlessly, taking the envelope from him. "A letter. What does it look like? Jonne, why were you going through my stuff?"

"I'm perfectly entitled to that, seeing as we share the apartment!" Jonne snapped. "What the hell was that letter written for?"

"What are you TALKING about?" Ville snapped, flaring up.

Jonne snatched the letter back, opening it. "Sweethearts-" He started. "I'm writing to let you know that I'm tired of this. I don't think many of you would understand. I love you all more than you could possibly imagine, but it's not enough for me. There's something wrong with me. I know that. I'm quitting. It's pointless. And I'm becoming a burden on all of you, especially Jonne." He lowered the letter, meeting Ville's bright green eyes, which were brimming with tears. "This was a suicide note. Wasn't it?"

Ville's jaw tightened, and he gripped the edge of the bed with a bit more force than was necessary. "No."

"Then what the fuck IS it?" Jonne yelled, throwing the letter into the air in frustration.
"It's…I was feeling depressed. It's just writing. It helps." Ville muttered, staring down at his knees. "It's not like-" He was cut off as Jonne's hand collided with the side of his face. "What the hell!?"

Jonne chewed on his lip angrily, watching Ville raise a hand to touch the stinging red mark on his cheek. "Don't ever…EVER do that to me. Do you have ANY idea how SCARED I was?" Tears started down his cheeks. "So help me, with God as my witness, if you EVER pull something like that on me, I will never talk to you again."

Ville's face paled, if that was even possible, and he nodded slowly. "Okay." Jonne frowned, before turning suddenly to start from the room. "Jonne, where are you-"

"I'm going out. I'll be back later. Don't wait up." He snapped, before exiting, slamming the door behind him.

Bam waved a hand in front of Ville's face as he gazed blankly at the wall. "Ville? Ville?"

"Yeah…I'm sorry." Ville shook his head, gently biting his lip. "After that…I don't know what it was…I guess it was not knowing what was going to happen…but…I tried to. I tried to that night when he didn't come back. I was sure he'd left. I was sure that I had scared him away." There was a long pause. "Jussi found me..."

It was around ten o'clock. Jussi was on his way to Ville's, as Jonne had called and asked Jussi to check up on him. The only reason he would give was that Ville had seemed down when he had left. Jussi entered the apartment with the key that Jonne had given him, almost immediately sensing something was off. "Ville?" There was no answer, and Jussi started to grow alarmed. "Ville?" He knew for a fact that the older boy wouldn't be asleep yet, because he was a veritable night owl. "VILLE!" Jussi entered the bedroom of the apartment, still looking for the young man. There was no movement from the bed, and the only noise was whimpering in the bathroom. "Ville?" Dreading what he would find, Jussi cautiously made his way to the bathroom door, pushing it open with a toe. "Vil?"

Ville looked up at the sound of the voice, turning to see Jussi standing there. Fresh sobs escaped his throat. "Jussi…Jussi, I'm so sorry…"

Jussi frowned for a moment, not understanding the apology, before he caught sight of Ville's arms. The normally pale skin was marred by deep cuts, spelling out two phrases that would haunt Jussi for the rest of his life. 
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