Disclaimer : I don't
own Gravitation or any characters mentioned in this fic.
Note
from me : Um. I dunno what to say. Oh, yeah! This is a ONESHOT. My
second fanfic, counting........ Um, actually, I don't like
Gravitation, and this story doesn't have much of a plot, so its
actually very bad. I can tell its crappy. Forgive me!
The night was dark. It was too dark. Yuki Eiri shuddered. Something was surely, surely going to happen. He lay there, on the bed, in the dark room, staring out of the window onto a dark world. His mind was clouded over, and he couldn't think properly. He felt himself being lost...losing myself...drowning...flailing.
Suddenly, vivid images crossed his brain in a zigzag of blurry images...and finally...he lost his consciousness.
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Someone was yelling. Screaming, in fact. Who was it? Yuki strained his eyes. It was still dark. No wait - he could barely make out a face. It was a scared face, he could tell. Suddenly, Yuki remembered hugging someone.
Who was it?
Someone with pink hair. Yuki pushed further back into his mind...pink hair...pink hair...Who did he know with pink hair? Shuichi. But wait...who was Shuichi?
No idea. It just ran through his mind like oil over ice.
"Shuichi...Shuichi..." he whispered frantically. What was a Shuichi? Someone with pink hair. Hah! He felt a feeling of triumph cross over him. Shuichi had pink hair. He knew that much.
But in the meantime, the screams echoed irritatingly in the background. "Yuki! Yuki! Stop it!" Yuki once again snapped into focus and strained his eyes.
"Somebody turn on the
bloody lights!" he growled, shaking the thing he held even
more.
He realized he was holding something. He gave the thing
he was clutching a rough shake. "Shut up," he growled.
"Just shut the hell up! What are you?"
Brrrr. He
felt cold. Someone had poured cold water over him. All of a sudden,
he could see very clearly, with both his eyes and mind. His hand
gripped a very scared Shuichi's collar, and Ryuichi was standing over
him with an equally scared look, and an empty jug, which had
evidently been full of water, which was now over him.
"Wh-what
happened? Why the hell did you drench me?" Yuki let go of the
whimpering Shuichi.
Shuichi was too shaken up too explain, so
Ryuichi took the initiative. "You were in a trance! You went
crazy! You were practically killing Shuichi!" Ryuichi was near
to hysterical.
Yuki didn't understand. But who cared?
"Oh...I'm just kinda tired. C'mon...I'm going to bed."
He changed out of his wet clothes, and to bed he went, but his mind
wasn't in complete agreement with what he had just said, and half the
night was spent tossing and turning, with a frown plastered upon his
forehead. He shivered. Almost killed Shuichi? This has to be a
dream!
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Pitch
black surrounded him. No...NO! Not that darkness again...he was so
helpless when it took over....so ...stupid. He couldn't remember
anything now. Not even his own name. Wait a second...who was he?
Someone was yowling in the distance...again. He frowned. THIS time,
for sure, he would find out who that was. And who the pink haired
person was.
He could smell something funny. It
, and zany. It smelt like blood. He laughed. How
stupid - he wouldn't know how blood smelled. He'd never smelt it! But
his brain was telling him this was definitely blood.
He ran
his fingers along something. Something cold...and smooth. Something
that was also covered in blood. "Ouch!" he yelped, as the
something cut him.
So, he thought shrewdly, the something was
sharp. Probably a knife. You could cut things with knives.
"Sharp," he murmured. "Sharp can cut."
He caught his
breath quickly. Now, why on earth would he want a knife? A cold
feeling grew in his stomach, churning and turning. Why was this knife
covered in blood? Why? Why, why, why?
He squinted.
Faint light was now pouring into his vision, enabling him to see
flashes of blue and red. Blue and red. He laughed again. He liked
blue and red. They were pretty. There were lots of people there. He
could hear them talking...
"How
terrible-"
"Unfortunately cases like these-"
"Blood
everywhere! And who would have thought?"
"They were
in love, you know."
"Never could trust weirdo's.
Against the laws of nature, that's what!"
"Just look
at him standing there, while his boyfriend is dead on the
ground!"
He processed all this extremely and unusually
quickly. Was he the one everyone was referring to? He frowned. He
couldn't see properly...what was happening? He felt angry. Who had
taken away his sight? Why wasn't anyone telling him what had
happened?
"Tell me! What happened? Stop it! Let me see
again! I can't see you hear? Give it back!" he shouted in a
burst of fury. He stamped the ground impatiently.
And then he
couldn't hear voices anymore, until a cautious voice said into his
ear - it was cautious, not kind- "Come along now. Quietly there.
Careful! There's blood on your hands!"
The knife dropped
from his sticky fingers. It clanked on the ground. He let himself be
led, to wherever he was meant to go. The blue and red lights got even
closer.
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Yuki
roused himself from a deep, drowsy but satisfying sleep. He stared up
at an unknown ceiling. That's strange, he thought. I can't hear
Shuichi's voice anywhere. In fact, it was pretty silent. Looking
around, he saw not his own home, but a dingy little ...little...room,
if it could be called that. It looked more like a prison cell. "What
the hell?" Yuki swore in amazement.
The 'room' was full of
dust, with graying walls and a slimy floor. He lay on a little bed in
the corner, the only thing that really seemed to be in there. Where
was he?
He was scared.
Then, without warning, it happened.
The darkness washed over him like a wave...and he felt a rage welling up within him. Unsteadily, he stood up and walked blindly in some direction, until he finally banged against the wall. He started pounding in the bricks. He kept pounding, kept banging, relentlessly. He could feel the blood trickle down his knuckles.
He didn't stop.
And then he did. It was a familiar sensation, this blood trickling down....he distinctly remembered it....
And then he heard.
"Oh, yes! That's one of our patients. Name's Yuki. Yuki Eiri. He's in here for murder. Would you believe, he murdered his own boyfriend! Stabbed, twenty-seven times.... Not really his fault, poor thing. He gets these trances..." The voice trailed away.
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[The end, and in case you didn't know, Yuki murdered Shuichi and wound up in a mental asylum. I'm so sorry if it was bad!]
Updated on August 15th, 2004:
Thank you all for your reviews! I decided to improve this fanfic by getting rid of typo's and stuff. =) I'm glad you all don't think this is absolute crap, lol. xP I guess I was very nervous coz this was one of my first fanfics. grin