Note : This story was inspired by a book, so if you did read it, it may seem a bit similiar. But it isn't! DX And no one died in that book either, neither is it in 3rd (I think) profile. ANYWAYS. I hope you enjoy this story, and I'm sorry for any weird words/phrases since I'm horrible that way. -shot- The prayer I wrote is part of a real christian prayer. And I don't know if they do christian services in Japan, but since it's the only one I can write properly, I wrote it. -shot-
School(s) : RikkaiDai. Cos Rikkai is WIN. XDD
Warnings : Character death. Niou acting emo? -gasps-
Disclaimer : Its called fanfiction for a reason. Don't own it. -mumble-even though I wish I do.-mumble-
It was all a dream.
Repeatedly, he said that sentence.
For if it was not one, he did not know what he would do.
Clad totally in black, he stood among all the other mourners, his silver-blue hair an oddity among all the darker hair tones. Among the mourners stood his team. The RikkaiDai regulars.
But someone was missing from their midst, and that person would never come back again. At the back of his mind, he knew that, but he kept himself in denial. Kept telling himself that he would come back.
His other half.
Sure, he heard the reports: he had died in a car accident while heading home. A drunk driver and a car desperately trying to avoid each other. He had crossed the street, probably deep in thought.
For the street he was crossing was well known for being rather peaceful; not many cars passed by there.
The cars had collided, and he had been sandwiched in between. The drunk driver had shot off, not wanting to take responsibility; the other had called for an ambulance.
But he had died from blood loss and multiple injuries.
Died in his own blood.
As the priest said the sermons, he heard them faintly. Ashes to ashes, earth to earth, dust to dust. What lived on this land would return to the land. Sure, he knew that, but he was so young. Fifteen, nearing sixteen. Had a promising career as a tennis player. Good grades; could probably have entered one of the top colleges. But he wasn't spared from his fate.
The service had ended; people had started to leave. His teammates were nudging him along, but he did not want to move.
Because he knew that from then on, he was alone. His other half was dead, and he just had to learn how to deal with it. He remembered what the others said; the pain, the shock of losing his closest mate would fade in time. But for now, he could still feel that dull, throbbing pain in his chest.
But for the sake of the team, for the sake of him, he was going to see it through. He was going to be strong. Really strong.
As he fingered the cold platinum glasses, he felt a tear trickle down one side of his face.
xowarix
Beta-ed by Casie-nee-chan, aka awin-chan who writes the best fics ever.