Author's Note: Okay, new story again. Man, I've got a feeling I'm trying to juggle too many of these at once. But the idea just popped into my head while I was playing Assassin's Creed III, and I just had to write it. I had no idea how I was going to write this intro for the longest time... But I really tried to type after what happened today.
Earlier today, there was a car crash that involved a girl from my school. She slid on the ice into the other lane, into another car. She was killed in that crash. I didn't know her, but my sister did, and the loss of any student is a sad one. After I got home today, I sat down in front of my computer and forced myself to type this up. Blargh, I'm horrible at beginnings. Trust me, the next chapters are going to be longer. Hope you enjoy. Stay safe on the roads. RIP, Alyssa. May the angels welcome you.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mark or Yami, or anything else that I may reference in this story.
Mark opened the car door for Aaron. "Ladies first!" he said, smirking. Aaron rolled his eyes, a grin spreading across his face, and got in.
He'd finally been able to come here, to America. It was a strange place, but not the bad sort. Most of the time, anyway. He'd come for VidCon, the big important gathering of the Internet that everyone went to. Everyone but him. Until this year. He hadn't been able to rent a car, so his friend had volunteered to bring him to and from the building where they held the event. Everything else, though, he had to walk to. It was lucky the store wasn't too far from the hotel he was staying at.
He'd met a few fans while wandering around. They'd all been very happy to see him, as it was his first year here. They'd talked with him for a little while, gotten pictures, autographs and such. He hadn't expected anyone at all to recognize him, since he was so used to it, so each encounter had left him happily surprised.
He and Mark had chatted on Skype beforehand about it. Mark had been planning for months, but Aaron hadn't really thought about it until the last minute. He'd only just managed to book a flight to get here in time. Now that he was here, he rather regretted not being able to come before. It was a lot of fun. And he got to meet and talk with people in real life and not sitting at his computer. He'd seen a couple other friendly faces-CinnimonToastKen and CaptainSparklez, to name a few. He was tired now, though, glad to be going back home tomorrow.
The two of them talked nonchalantly on the way back to their hotel. (A.N. They're staying in the same hotel, but not the same room. Just wanna clear that up before anyone gets any ideas.) They'd recorded a ton of co-ops, with each other and with other people too. Mark, of course, had stretched the 'Markimash' pairing to the point of ridiculousness. All-in-all, it was a great week he'd spent here.
Then Aaron heard the screech of tires somewhere beside them. A horrible feeling pricked at his heart. Something wasn't right...
A car skidded sideways out of its lane and into theirs. It barreled straight into them and sent them careening off the road. They hit a nearby building with a resounding crash. It seemed to Aaron that the world exploded around him. And then everything became darkness and pain and silence.