Disclaimer - I don't own Gravitation, though I'm sure Ryuichi and I would have lots of fun if he came to my house (NOT THAT WAY YOU PERVERTS!!!!!) After he got done yelling at me for this fanfic.

Author's Note - This is weird. I've been having thoughts lately (and it's all you other fanfic writer's faults!!!) I'll think, I haven't read a fic with *blank* so I wonder what it'd be like. Which is why I have a prologue to a new fanfic when I haven't updated my others in forever (I'm still working on them, I swear! Little by little.)

Warnings - Right now, just one, Ryuichi torture, mentally, anyway. Well . . . Not in the prologue, I only have two line of the first part done, but I have a plan. I'm attempting angst. *huggles Ryuichi-sama* "GOMEN!!! FORGIVE ME, RYUICHI-SAMA!!!!" And don't let the title fool you, I'm not thinking resurrection, it's just the Phoenix is the shiniest bird I can think of

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Breaking the Wings of the Phoenix

Prologue

Ryuichi sauntered down the sidewalk, humming one of Nitter Grasper's most popular songs. He was heading for the studio to practice with Shuichi. Bad Luck and Nitter Grasper were holding a joint concert in a week. Ryuichi could hardly wait, singing with Shuichi was fun! They didn't get to sing together often, being rival bands, but when they did the fans went wild.

Loud squeals and a crash interrupted his happy thoughts. Just ahead, an automobile accident just occurred. Several cars and a semi were involved in the smoking mess. Many people froze, gawking at the spectacle. Ryuichi could see others calling for help on their cell phones. Others still were surrounding the wreckage, helping people from their cars, and tending to the injured.

Then he saw her, a little girl, trapped in the center of the wreckage. The other good Samaritans hadn't seen her yet, or that flames were starting to lick the car next to hers. Ryuichi leapt forward, jumping onto the hood of the flaming car to reach her door. He motioned for her to get back and began kicking at the window, but it wouldn't give. He saw the window on the other side was cracked slightly, so he scrambled over and tried again. This window gave quickly and he pulled the girl out, heaving her into the arms of another whom arrived to help. As he began to lift himself up to escape the flaming car exploded, shoving the girl's car against him and flinging glass everywhere.

He couldn't breathe, the car had knocked the air for his lungs and he was bleeding from somewhere, he'd figure out where after he was safe. He looked blearily over his shoulder, at least the girl was safe. Her car was a shambles now. Disjointedly, he pulled himself out and climbed over the cars. Someone helped him to the curb and he sat heavily, still trying to breathe.

"He looks familiar."

"Did you see, he saved that little girl!"

"Oh my god, that's Ryuichi Sakuma, the singer!"

"Sir, sir! Ryuichi-san! Are you all right?" Some one was talking to him, the voice was muffled though, fading into the background. He looked at them, their face fading before his very eyes. "Sir?" Then they were gone . . . he was gone.