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Murder Was the Case They Gave Me	By : TsukiNoCurse Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Murder was the case they gave me
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[AN: I don’t Own My Chemical Romance. If I did, I would have Frank and Gerard doing sexy stuff, giggling like maniacs, and not fighting each other. I don’t Own, Mindless Self Indulgence, they own themselves and I wouldn’t want to own them any way… Leathermouth own themselves… and they sure sound like fun! As well as they own the lyric! First fic over here, be nice, hope is of some good. *¬* SkeleTikAl KillEr*¬*]

Pairings: Frank/ Gerard, Bobbie/ Frank, Gerard/ Frank, LynZ/ Gerard [doesn’t mean all of them will be enjoying of sexual encounters xDD]
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Frank decided to carry on. Not with his “relationship” with Gerard, but perhaps to move on, even if it meant leaving MyChem behind. How would the guys cope? Is Gerard marriage destined to live happily for ever and ever? Frank is getting a little Sid Vicious as he moves on with Leathermouth. What’s the ending of this all? =D
-Enjoy-
Notice I love to swear a lot =D

*~*~*
“Murder Was The case they Gave me”
“Chapter I. About you and Me”
*~*~*

I’ve tried so hard to keep it together
My blood runs cold, I clench my fists
I’ll seize the day by its throat and watch it die
The last thing you see will be my face
Remember this face.
this ones for old times.

You did this to yourself
I’ve tried so hard to keep it together
My blood runs cold, I clench my fists
I’ll seize the day by its throat and watch it die
The last thing you see will be my face
Remember this face.
this ones for old times.

This is my counterstrike; right here my call to arms.
I’ve scarred my battle cry, its search and destroy you
fucking whore
I’m burning down your house now. Hope to God you’re in your house now
Burns bright like a star, traiter
The sun smiles on your corpse, traiter.

Your cries mean nothing. I’ll take my time
I can’t leave you breathing
Oh the stories you’d tell ,Maybe you’ll learn when the dirt fills your lungs, I am your nightmare
I am the shape in the dark I am your ending
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
God knows I’ve had better.
*~*~*

Depressed was not the word he was actually looking for.
Actually it would be something among the lines of feeling like shit.
Man, actually he didn’t know how it all had started. But he had so many things in his mind going around, that he wouldn’t stop to think how it had happened, he had to find a solution of all this fucked up mess, before it was too much.
My, he didn’t want to do something stupid, but he couldn’t help it.
He took another cigarette out of his pack, and then he took out the lighter, and lazily dragged the cigarette towards his mouth. He was so tired, physically, and mentally.
He lighted his cigarette, and took a long drag out of it. Slowly the smoke reached his lungs, and he felt content knowing, that even if his rotting lungs would resent it so many years later, he could at least enjoy a moment of peace right now.
He hated how much life sucked lately. He could take many things, for instance, he could take leaving the My Chemical Romance tour because of his sickness. He could take the feeling of loneliness while he was at his home, imagining those concerts in the other side of the world. He could take it all, as long as an angry Gerard wasn’t involved in it.
He took another drag, and another, and so on, and so on, until there was no more tobacco on the cigarette, and only the filter was left, something he couldn’t smoke actually…
He was in the balcony of the hotel room, in which he was resting, or so to speak. Resting his head in the wall was what he actually meant. He was sitting in the ground, outside, smoking, thinking, and maybe he could actually jump from it. Sounded so damn fucking great right now… He hated suicidal people, with suicidal tendencies and yadda yadda! he really did! But, hey! At the moment it seemed like the last chance to escape from this so called “life”…
-Hey Frankie? Are you alright- Oh shit, just what he needed! A concerned Bob! (He actually felt pleased Bob was here, at least someone to talk to!)
-Yeah man, everything is fine, wanna come in?-
-Na, its okay, I was just passing by to check you dude…!- At least silence again.
God! Damn! He didn’t want to tell himself again everything was okay! He didn’t want to tell himself that he should carry on because everything was going to be okay. And Fuck! Over it all! He didn’t want to act all emo over this!

Gerard being mad at him because he acts like a child…
Gerard kicking him because he liked to tease him…
Gerard’s angry eyes as he stared at him while he was in the floor.
Gerard not talking to him…
Gerard kissing LynZ…
Gerard acting like a complete bitch…

God! Too much to bare, and so little space in his mind to keep it there for the rest of his life!

Cigarettes, that’s what he needed!

*~*~
The gig was over at last.
The so many days they had spent together where over…
So many fucking things had happened during all that fucking tour, goddamn! That he could barely recall them all, and not shudder and feel somehow ashamed.
During that tour Gerard had kissed him.
During that tour Jamia had ended with their so called relationship.
And he was back to fucking New Jersey.
*~*~

In two Motherfuckin days, it would be Gerard’s birthday. But, god fucking damn! Like hell he would go! For sure he would be shagging with his so called wife, and for sure, he would act all bitch and all moody over him.

He had long ago realized how much he loved Gerard.
But he wouldn’t admit it, for him it was enough to live a lie thinking that at least Gerard held some feelings from him.

He could actually cope with his marriage, even if LynZ was always bitching (perhaps she was pregnant? And that’s why she was always moody) But, he couldn’t cope with a Gerard mad at him with no reason, and he was so damn sure Gerard couldn’t get pregnant… soooo he didn’t understand the guy at all.
Fucking party!
As hell as he would go!

*~*~
-Hey cocksucker! About time! I’m so grateful you little fucker arrived!- a very happy Bobbie kicked him, as he giggled.
It was a pitiful night in April, nine of April to be exact. And he wouldn’t go to Gerard’s party, he would do as he had told himself he would do: No FUCKIN PARTIES!
As he and Bobbie talked, Andrew and Vincent arrived.
They all invited him to hang out, something he couldn’t refuse.

*~*~
As he grabbed his stuff, jacket and cigarettes, money and all that shit, the door rang once again. He thought that perhaps it was Steve or Vincent, to hang out with them as well.

-Hey! Asshole! There’s someone looking for you at the door you bitch! Better hurry up or we are leaving without you!-
-Yeah, Yeah, Whatever whore, I’m getting pretty and all for you, and you only bitch and want to drag me away- said Frank, while all of them laughed. But sometimes, the least expected people appear at your house, in the least expected time.
-Hey Frankie- Mikey Way was standing in his door, actually blocking his Way (How ironic- he thought)
-Oh! Hey there Mikey! Whatcha doing? Looking for something?-
-Yeah, well, the guys and me where wondering if you’ll be coming to Gerard’s party-
-Oh! Hell! I can’t Mikey, sorry, I’m truthfully sorry, but I haven’t hang out with my bitches for a while, and well, I really need to give it a rest dude, you know?- said Frankie with his best liar face.
-Ohh… I understand-
-Anyway, dude, maybe we could hang around or celebrate later, you know?-
-Yeah, I won’t keep you anymore Frank, I’m sorry-
-Na, its okay! Well, got to go little Way, see you later, okay? Give me a call later, I wont be outside until tomorrow, or so I think- the other guys snorted as If trying to hide a laughter- They got on the car, they offered Mikey a ride to his home, which he accepted gratefully. Perhaps he was expecting Frank to change his mind?
Whatever it was, he couldn’t even mention it again, because the Misfits played in the back ground, and all the guys laughed like maniacs at every comment Frank had to say. They all laughed and screamed.
They sang.
And suddenly, Mikey realized they where loosing Frank.

*~*~
-Thanks for the ride guys, I really appreciate it-
-Its okay dude, hope we can talk later-
-Mikey- a very amused Ray and a very moody Bob appeared at the outside as they saw Mikey arrive.
-Dude! We have been waiting for you!- Ray screamed towards Frank whose half body was outside the car’s window.
-Sorry dude, Its time to hang with this whores- smiled Frank as he pointed at the rest of Leathermouth band- Will be seeing you around!- The car departed, leaving them all behind.
-At last…- thought Frank- No more My Chemical romance for a while…

*~*~
He could hear himself laugh, as he and Bobbie talked half sleepy, half drunk.
They where trying to walk towards his house, they really wanted to sleep. It was like what? 2 am? Fuck! If he could at least find the keys in his goddamn tight jeans.
-Bobbie asshole!- he purred, trying hard not to giggle- Could you take the keys from my pocket, because as you can see, I’m unable to find them by myself-
-Frankie Asshole, I will be pleased- They both giggled. Bobbie pinned Frank’s arms over his head, and with the other hand, he tried to reach into his pockets, failing miserably in the attempt, making himself and Frank laugh like maniacs.
They laughed even more as they saw the rest of the My Chemical Romance approach.

*~*~
-Frank fucking Iero!- said Bob – What the fuck do you think you are doing?-
-I’m trying to fin my keys estimated Bob- Bobbie snorted- but seems like my thigh jeans decided to eat them away from this world-
-God! Are you drunk Frank?- Ray asked showing concern
-Am I?- this question made Bobbie even laugh more- I don’t know man, Bobbie said water was good for my system, but I knew that water tasted somehow weird- he tried to rest his head on Bobbie’s lap (who by the way had to sit because of the dizziness) But he ended up falling right into his arms.
-Frank, mind telling Gerard why didn’t you assist to his party?- Gerard was standing behind Mikey. Frank then noticed him, but in his alcoholic stupor, he could really give a damn. He felt too comfortable in Bobbie’s embrace to move, he just wanted to sleep. But from Bobbie’s lap, he looked at Gerard- Told you before Mikey, I need to spent time with my whore’s and Skeleton Crew- he said, as he stroked Bobbie’s cheek- And well, we have seen each other for almost a complete year. Recording, Touring, everything, I needed to give it a rest…- Gerard was in silence- Anyway happy birthday Gee- he said with a smile so damn fake, that you could notice it was fake from a mile away.
Bobbie put his hands inside Frank’s jacket, and as he did so he found the keys.
-Oh! Little sucker! I foun our god damned keys!-
-Done, done Bobbie- Frank kissed Bobbie in the cheek, got up in a single move, dragging Bobbie with him towards his home.
-I feel like shit, and we both need to reach my bed before we end up sleeping in the bathroom guys- said Frank, trying hard not to puke- Talk later okay? Got to go- he was doing his best effort to keep his eyes focused, to talk correctly, and all.

*~*~
The party had been good.
Food was good, people where good towards Gerard. But there was something missing. He saw his brother re enter, and he expected to see him walking with a very troublesome Frank behind him or near him babbling stuff that made no sense at all.
But he didn’t.
He only saw the Ray, Bob and Mikey talking in slow voice to each other.

He wanted to see the innocent Frank, because he needed to apologize.
He wanted to explain Frank, he wasn’t moody always, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell him the truth everytime he hurt him.

-Hey Mikey, where is Frank?- said sweetly LynZ. Hypocrite…
-Oh! He couldn’t come -said Mikey with a frown.

I had made Frank hate me goddamn!

The night passed by really slow. Mikey had told him he would later go to see Frank.

But his surprise was to find Frank, drunk, with another guy pinning him to his door.
Seemed it was the guitar player of his so called band Leathermouth.

His mocking smiles, and mocking congratulations, had actually hurt him far too much, something he wouldn’t admit.

But perhaps seeing him acting naïve and smiling sweetly, even if he was too drunk was too much for him.
God, if only LynZ didn’t want fame and his help on Mindless Self Indulgence.
Good! If only he could admit how much he loved Frank, and actually could be like him, and give a damn of whatever people thought about him…

Good, if he could bring himself to confess the truth.

Before Frank closed the door, he said something which made all the My Chemical Romance members shiver.

-I just want you to know, that I’ll be announcing my resignation of My Chem soon…- he mumbled, before he and Bobbie tried to drag themselves inside, and slept on the couch, one in the arms of the other…- He drifted to dream Land, as the other boys stood awake, imagining with horror what would it be like, to live without Frank…

[AN: if you read this, what you think?...
One shoot?]
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