Broken Files
Chapter One
It had been several years since he had seen his old man. Who could blame him, though? They had had some past issues. Things that honestly needed resolving. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life hiding away and looking over his shoulder from fear. It was all really silly anyways.
Pink fluff covered the head of the boy who was stepping into a trashy blue car from the '90s. Was his hair colored? Defiantly not. It was natural. Sometimes the violet eyed boy considered changing the color. No, that was too much trouble. The purple orbs glanced into the rearview mirror. He wanted to surprise his father for his 50th birthday. The nineteen year-olds father had high expectations. He did not want to disappoint his father after so many years.
He turned the key softly in the ignition, praying that the engine would not rattle as it usually did at the first start of everyday. Surprises came very often for him. The car's sounded smooth for once. That should've been the first sign that something wrong was going to happen that day but he saw this as an open window to complete success. Slowly and carefully the car backed out of the trailer park and onto the road.
What a relief. He breathed a bit of relaxation. So far the day was going as planned, though he was a bit late. A free hand reached up to touch the wound that he had received only minutes before. He cringed from the memory before shaking it off.
It was a long, boring drive that seemed to last forever. It was enough time to shake off some of the anxiety he was feeling. What was his father like now? Would he hate him? Welcome him with open arms? So many questions to be answered he didn't know what he wanted to know more about. He'd be receiving questions and asking them as well.
Darkness began to fall all around him: on the landscape, on his car, on the road, and on him. He flicked the switch that controlled the headlights. Then there was the tit tat of light rain that succeeded next. First the rain was light; then it became rough and spilled from the heavy and dark clouds that hung over now covered by darkness.
"Oh, damn…This sucks…" He muttered as the windshield wipers began to work to keep the road at least a bit clear for the teen.
Things only got worse as the road continued on. The asphalt trail led up and swung in curves around a forested area. Not a soul was on the road, driving in either direction. They were lucky.
Maybe this was the one sign that hinted at trouble ahead. The rain hinted at pain and the darkness brought cold and a hard feeling to the surface. 'What…What is this…?' Shuichi thought trying to clear his head. Every distraction he received was one more penalty against his driving.
The car rounded a corner smoothly but quickly. The pink haired boy had lost all train of thought about the road. That was one more penalty that caused things to happen the way they did.
Then something out of the ordinary caught his eye. Something was standing in the middle of the road. As the car neared the thing a pair of eyes reflected from the headlights that were blinding so close up. Now, too late, it was a deer to his surprise. It just stared as though asking for a death wish. On instinct and impulse Shuichi grabbed a hold of the steering wheel tightly and braked. The car skidded as it turned horizontal rearing closer to the animal.
Before he could blink or even take a breath or think about just what was happening, the car flipped over on its side. It went into a succession of rolls as the windows around the boy began to shatter and fly everywhere, cutting him as they passed by. After three more rolls the car came to a stop, hitting a tree rather roughly on his side of the car.
After the first roll he had lost consciousness and the deer was somewhere spewed on the road, dead. Any hope of reaching his father's house before his birthday tomorrow was lost in one single moment.
"Fuck...it. I hate the damn fucking weather. Shit. What happened to the sunshine?" A man walked along the road, dripping wet, trying his best to cover his head. He was sure as hell going to get sick now. "Glad they at least paid me some real cash!" He yelled out into the darkness as though someone invisible were there.
The blond huffed as he continued down the long heavy trek of the road. He had hoped there would be some kind of transportation on this road. He needed to get away as fast as possible but there was no sign of a vehicle for miles.
His hands went up to wipe away some of the rain from his face. He was getting pretty cold. He'd have to camp out for the night. More bad news for him, as usual.
Maybe he complained too much but what did he care? He was allowed to in his work of line
No matter how many times he did his job or how many strangers he met, he never felt complete or satisfied. And this rain almost made him want to give the whole thing up. It was unbearable to do.
This road winded around more then Yuki could keep count of and it was steep going down. He wondered if this road would ever end. A hand reached up to move blond locks that were matted down by the heavy rain. A warm, nice hotel would be more preferable then this.
He felt his feet slip a bit as the pavement continued to draw down towards earth. Another corner came and he paced himself to turn it without hurling himself off of the cliff. Then, something heavy, dark, and foreboding bubbled into his heart. He ignored it.
And then on the road ahead something dark and cubbish seemed to be scrapped against it. Remnants of the object lay scattered around whatever it was. As he neared closer to it, the shape became clearer and more obvious as to what it was, an engine. It looked as though it had been ripped out and torn apart. Smoke elevated from the stray object, trying to escape.
"Hm." Was all Yuki could comment or muster up to say about the strange scene before him. Where there was a steaming motor, there was bound to be a car.
As the tall Eiri Yuki observed around him he found the answer to his thoughts.
There was blood splattered unto the road like a paint can that had been knocked over. There were remains of a deer or some kind of animal that had met its fate head on. But he did not note these things until later on.
In front of him laid a scene of wreckage and despair. A car was smashed and crunched roughly into a large tree. Yuki's light eyes fixed upon the driver's side. Was anyone even alive?
The blond ran over the animal and engine, unsure of what he would find, on impulse, slipping into a crunched door. He peered in. It was dark and all around him the atmosphere felt like it was growing heavier by every passing moment.
There were only glimpses of fuchsia color. He didn't have time to ask questions. The driver needed immediate help.
Yuki pulled at the door handle, desperately. When it wouldn't budge he decided to work through the broken glassed window. He leaned in carefully through the threshold and grabbed at limp, pale arms.
When he had a good hold of the limbs he pulled, easily the body moved. This person didn't weigh very much at all. Soon the whole body lay out on the road.
It was revealed then that the victim was a boy. He didn't look very old at all. Maybe 16. His skin was a deathly pale like marble that needed to be shaped. Its coloration was probably from the trauma it had received. All across the boy's body were cuts and stabs from somewhere, glass. Pink hair adorned his head. It was dirty and messy. In several places it held in clumps. He looked up and down the small and helpless body. In the other's arm there lay lodged a shattered peeve of glass at least three inches long.
Eiri's head bent down to the boy's chest. Slowly the lungs reacted, rising up and dropping again. Badump. His heart was beating shallowly but it was still there. He lifted slowly from the other. His arm wrapped around the latter's body, picking him up with care. He was a fragile stranger and it was hard to believe that this kid had actually survived the accident.
This boy was more then likely going to be sick and some limbs broken. He was going to be a damn burden. Under normal circumstances he would've left the other to die alone. He didn't know him and he wasn't his concern, but now it was different. Something pulled him to carry this new image to safety. Maybe the air was polluted with mind meddling fumes. He was going out of his way to save someone that had no real impact on his life.
The rain and cold combined caused problems. The boy's current condition was only being tempered by the storm.
He had trenched into the woods in search for shelter under the trees, at least some. Eventually he laid down the strawberry haired boy against a tree. Slinging a dark book bag down, he began to swim through the many piles of stuffs in his bag.
The trees around them were wide and tall. They were the hugest he had seen in a long while. They were hollow. It would be easy to cut through.
A sharp dagger appeared from the bag in his hands. He left the mouth of the bag open, seeing he was running low on time. The kid needed warmth if he was to survive.
He turned back around to a random tree and stabbed. From there he carved away towards the ground. He worked as fast as he could muster up the energy to do so. Later he had kicked a small opening into the tree.
It was empty enough. The blond went to his bag again and pulled out a large item. It was a sleeping bag. He set it inside comfortably. Then he crawled back out into the dark forest. Once he retrieved the boy he dragged him into the hole in the tree.
After a while the pink-haired boy was laid into the sleeping bag like a caterpillar in a cocoon. The man that had saved him now placed a dry jacket near his head to cover the other's ears.
Yuki was exhausted and sure that there wasn't much he could do now. He would have to sleep on it. Many questions would be asked and traveling was requested of him.
Silently he crawled next to the resting teen and laid down very close to the boy for body warmth.
Soon enough he had fallen into his own sleep. His body was grateful and his soul shut down. Everything was going to have to place itself and recover.
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Welp that's all I wrote for chapter one. I liked how it turned out though I think it could've turned out a lot better but I am satisfied! I actually enjoyed writing this! I admit it's a bit darker then Gravitation and the characters are kind of different but hey it's my first Gravi fan fiction. Review so that I can be sure to write two.
Chapter Two: Surprised to find him self awake, Shuichi discovers the silent and cold hero that rescued him from certain death. But their problems aren't over yet!