Disclaimer: The characters found within this fanfiction belong to the creator of Junjou Romantica, Nakamura Shungiku.
Author Note: This is an AU/AT taking place during and just after the time of the Takahashi brothers parents death. Warning: If you do not like non-canon pairings, then I suggest you leave, now! Thank you.
Further Warning: A somewhat gorey description of death.
Prologue: Tragedy
It had been one dreary night, the once moonlit sky above cloaked by darkness as it rumbled with wrath, heavy storm gray clouds hanging low and concealing all of the stars in the heavens from view. It was that night beneath the onslaught of heavily pouring rain, with droplets the size of a quarter falling rapidly to the Earth that the road conditions had worsened considerably in the city of Tokyo. Throughout the city there were murmurs beneath umbrellas as people hurriedly took shelter in twenty-four hour shops, libraries and hotels from the worsening condition of the storm. A storm which had been brewing throughout the early morning on into late evening when thunder finally crashed overhead. Followed by the blinding light from the streak of lightening soon after causing people, those whom had not had sense enough to stop and get out of their vehicles and out of the natural disaster that plagued their rich and vibrant city, to hastily put on their breaks.
Among those on the road, were a couple headed home, to their children, their two sons of eighteen and eight, Takahiro and Misaki. They were worried about their youngest, whom had had to stay home that day due to his fever, but their precious emerald eyed second son had been so understanding of their need to go. Before they'd headed back home they'd taken a stop at a local mall purchasing items of toys and treats that their youngest would enjoy, for him having been such a good boy.
Perhaps it would have been best, had they stopped somewhere once it looked as though the conditions were only going to worsen, but they only wanted to get home, but they were in no rush, slowing down on the highway. The father of the Takahashi brothers was silent as he kept all of his concentration on the road, while his wife sitting in the passenger seat, also keeping her eye on the road least she should notice something that her husband did not. It was however a comfortable silence save for the splash of the rain against the rooftop and windows of their car and the swish-swish of the windshield wipers.
Yet behind them, there was an impatient truck driver honking their horn, surely going over the speed-limit, when road conditions and the blinking of their back lights clearly indicated that the people behind them should slow down. Besides the person in front of them clearly listened to reason when it came to the news castors that were blaring across all channels about the weather, the dangers and proper road behavior during the enormous electric storm that they were experiencing.
Cinnamon brown eyes tried to keep their focus on the road, but even with the windshield wipers constantly moving back and forth it was difficult to see through the non-stop downpour, even with the cars high beams on. His speed had come to a crawl, which was safer than even attempting to go the regular day-to-day speed-limit, because the roads were slick with water and that made it dangerous. Besides the car in front of him, just beginning to turn around the bend in the road wasn't going any quicker than he was. Yet behind him, he could hear the loud blaring of a horn, which he didn't believe belonged to the car directly behind him, but it was too dark to see well behind them in the rear-view mirror.
His plans to to drunk that night were screwed as well as the idea of finding someone to take away the ache in his heart, pining as he did for one silver haired mans love. His first foray into gay sex would have to wait for another night, because with road conditions like they were, he wasn't going to place his trust in anyone. Not even himself, were he to get so drunk he didn't know what the hell he was doing.
The couple behind the soon to graduate high school senior heard the horn of the vehicle behind them blare yet again, this time much closer than before. Just as they heard it, they could react they were whipped forward as the sound of metal crunching against metal assaulted their ears. The woman's head banged against the passenger window, the mans chest hitting the steering wheel, but they were minor injuries. However as the front of their car smashed into the one in front of them, their windshield cracked sending splinters and shards of glass back at them, the woman accidentally inhaling at the wrong moment and choking on a sharp piece in the back of her throat. The steering wheel was slammed further back into the mans chest, causing his ribs to crack and break, one of them puncturing a hole in his heart.
The light ash brown haired youth in the front car had been too shocked to protect himself as his car was rammed into from behind, the front bumper scraping against the railing that kept him from going over the ravine –- just barely. From the back seat of his car, where he'd piled up who knew how many books be they textbooks for school or books for the sheer pleasure of reading, one large book flew through from the back and hit him square in the back of his head. It was a hard covered thick book with over a fifteen hundred pages, and it came at him so fast that it felt like he'd been hit in the head with a rock as he cried out in agony, his eyes rolling back as everything turned from white to black. Slumping forward over the steering wheel he missed the crack of thunder and the crash of a branch against his driver side window, a single shard of glass lodging just above his left temple.
Had there been a paramedic nearby they might have had a chance, but unfortunately no one knew of the accident until a car coming up behind the three vehicle pileup pulled out their cell to report to 9-1-1 the situation they had found.
Finally when three ambulances and two firetrucks arrived along with several police cars, the truck driver who'd been at the very back and the actual catalyst of the accident walked away unscratched. He however was not allowed to walk away scott-free from the scene, as he was breathalyzed and found to be way over the legal limit by one very suspicious officer.
They had had to use the jaws of life to free the bodies of the Mr. and Mrs. Takahashi. However for them, it was minutes too late for how long it had taken the ambulances to arrive and for the jaws of life to be used.
There was but one other survivor, besides the man who had caused the accident, the still unconscious man that they carefully removed from his vehicle out the passenger side as the driver side was stuck along the rail. Once the paramedics had him safely out they wheeled him to the ambulance. They did not at that time remove the shard of glass, least pulling it cause the wound to start bleeding again.
Though the two in the back, keeping a careful eye on him while the driver up front turned on the siren to return to the closest hospital, heaved sighs of relief as the young man dressed in a high school gakuran slowly opened his eyes, "Nnhhhnnn..." though he didn't stay conscious for long, wincing, perhaps once more passing out from the sheer pain he must have been suffering judging by the large bump on the back of his head. Though they needed to be sure he didn't have too bad a concussion and to find out as soon as they arrived at the hospital whether or not he had any swelling of the brain. They silently hoped not, for the sake of the young mans parents and because they wanted someone innocent to survive the accident that a driver, drunker than a duck marinated in red wine had caused.