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Of Rain, Destiny and Love
Prologue
By xCharleex
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Jaden Yuki is dead, but Destiny has other plans... Amongst the living once more, can Jaden set things right with his childhood friend Jesse? Or will High School stand in the way of love when even death could not?
[JxJ] [Violence, Death, Supernatural Themes, Sex]
So this is my first chapter fic! Tell me what you think; more reviews = the more willing I'll be to update =] So totally review, and hopefully you'll all like this little story. Just so you know this is Yaoi with Spiritshipping as the central focus: Jesse and Jaden. I don't use the Japanese names…so sorry if that's what you prefer :( but I'm lazy, and also I can't abbreviate Judai as Jay—which is a pretty good reason, right? Right?
And yea—this is just the prologue, I'd like to know what you think so far, and if you're interested to keep reading. Sorry if you find it a little weird…it gets slightly more normal in the next chapter…I just had to—well…you'll see…
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'Why'd you bring me up here?'
Jaden looked up at the bluenette; Jesse was perched on the top of the bench, staring out at the skyline.
'Cause it's nice…' came the nonchalant reply.
'Yeah, but why now?'
The sun was setting—a red glow washing through the heavens—momentarily bathing the city that was their life in a bloody crimson shine. The beauty held little charm for either of the eight year olds though; both knew instinctively that something was wrong…wrong with them.
'…just 'cause Jay…'
Jesse looked down at the brunette and gave a weak smile, 'I'm gonna miss this…' he whispered.
Jaden frowned up at him, 'Wha'ddaya mean? We can just do it all again tomorrow,' he smiled back toothily, 'well…except that thing with Ms Jones cats…she probably won't let us near them again!'
In spite of it all, the bluenette couldn't help but laugh. Jaden did that to him. Jaden Yuki could make him forget, even if just for a second, all the problems of his world. What would he do without him?
'Hey Jess,' Jaden wasn't smiling anymore, 'where're you goin?'
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Jaden woke with a shudder. Where had that come from? And more importantly…why after all these years did it still hurt to think about Jesse Andersen?
The sixteen year old brunette shook his head slowly to clear it.
Water. He needed water.
He sat up in his bed and hopped out, not pausing to notice the storm that was brewing just beyond his open window. The stairs were freezing on his feet—he should have put on his slippers! Jaden started when he saw the kitchen light was on; a quiet voice was humming from it.
Slowly, the teen made his way into the spacious kitchen and living area.
'Mum!?'
'Oh…hello Jaden. What are you doing up so late, honey?'
Jaden pulled a face. It was past midnight, and his mother was cooking!? Well, if you could call it cooking. She was really just stirring a mixture of something as it bubbled on the gas stove. Then he noticed the wine bottles. Two were empty, and judging by the glass next to her pot of 'who-knew-what', she was making good progress on the third.
'I'm…just getting a drink,' he replied absently, already wondering whether to take a walk in the night air to clear his head; it had helped before.
He took a glass from the side and filled it from the tap. The water helped make up his mind.
'Y'know, what? I'm just gonna go for a walk…'
'That's nice dear,' his mum yawned back.
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Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
The sunset was gone, and the skyline was different, but somehow even in the darkness, that rooftop held the same horrible emotion he'd felt there before. Jaden felt the silence overwhelm him like a physical force. Then the tears started.
He definitely should not have come here…
He wiped his eyes and turned deliberately from the view, easing back onto the railings to hide his wet eyes from the cold wind. It was then that he spotted an entirely different scene.
There in the distance was his house. It was in flames.
Jaden's heart skipped a beat. This wasn't happening! This couldn't be happening! The teenager slumped harder against the railings. It felt good to feel the pain in his back…as if it was an outlet for the pain he was feeling inside. If he could jolt himself awake, then this was all just a dream. He slammed himself into the railing again. Again. He slid down with tears welling in his eyes. And that, more than anything proved too much for the old handrail.
For perhaps a second, Jaden balanced on the edge of the building before his weight caught up with him; before he followed the railing several hundred feet down. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was his house, awash in the glow of the red flames. It reminded him all too clearly of another red day on that very building...the day he had lost Jesse Andersen forever.
Apparently red was no longer his favourite colour…
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But that was silly. He couldn't blame the colour. The colour hadn't killed his mum. The colour hadn't taken away Jesse forever. The colour hadn't ruined his—
Wait!
Jaden opened his eyes.
'It was all a dream!' Relief made him shout aloud. But it was short lived.
Jaden opened his eyes…again.
Still all was black.
'So maybe I—' Jaden whimpered. Was this death? Did you get to spend the rest of your life in your favourite colour? Maybe he should have stuck with red after all…
'Jaden Yuki.'
The voice echoed within his own head…as if it projected into his own mind at the same time as he listened. It was definitely female…it sounded kind of like his old girlfriend. Creepy.
'Uh…yeah?'
Suddenly the darkness exploded in a flash of white, and Blair Flannigan was standing in front of him, smiling warmly. Jaden was only half-conscious of the fact that he was completely naked.
'I've been expecting you.'
The brunette's jaw dropped. 'Blair!? You're god!?'
She smiled. 'No Jaden. I am not God. And I'm not your friend Blair either.'
Her form seemed to ripple, and she changed before his eyes. Now, standing before him was a stunning young man; his emerald eyes perfectly matched teal shaded hair and a gleaming white smile.
'I just thought it might be easier to talk like that—than like this…' Jesse said.
'Not wrong there,' the brunette shied away, determined not to look at the now grown-up version of his former best friend. It was hard enough to get the 8 year old out of his head—the older one would be twice the trouble.
'Jaden…Jaden…Jaden,' he crooned. Using Jesse's delectable voice only made the words burn in Jaden's ears.
'You've suffered Jaden. But I'm going to make it right. Or rather…you're going to make it right. Don't you want that?'
Jaden looked at her now. Rippling again, Jesse was gone, replaced with a strange create with bat-like wings and two oddly coloured eyes—one a pure orange, the other a striking green…not to mention the other massive eye on her forehead. This was getting weirder by the second.
She was captivating though. Jaden couldn't tear his gaze from her. Instead he found himself filled with hope. A joy such as he had never known washed through him. This was not the end—he could go back!
'Yes!' and in that second Jaden wanted nothing more. He had failed
'Destiny hears your Jaden! And she will do as you ask… Take my hand; take control of your fate!' Destiny reached forward with her hand…claw…and opened it to his.
Jaden smiled into her warm eyes, and she smiled back, the voice echoing in his mind: make it right…
He reached hesitantly for the claw.
Make it right…
The world went dark, he was filled with warmth, and he heard the echo one last time.
Make it right...
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