Title:Cabin Fourteen
Author: Flacutono, aka M.K.
Rating: T
Pairing: Jakotsu/Bankotsu
Genre: Romance, Drama, AU
Warnings: Shounen-ai, violence, angst
Beta: Kirayasha aka Kira. She's my saviour. Thanks a million once again!
Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns all Inuyasha characters (in this story meaning Jakotsu, Bankotsu and Suikotsu) , but the story is all mine. Steal it and you shall have my eternal loathing over you.
Summary: Bankotsu goes to a summer camp. It's full of homophobics, and then there's Jakotsu. Result? Not good.
A/N: Well this one took a lot of time. I wanted, and I mean really wanted, to write a story full of angst, but this one didn't turn that way. I guess I'm just a sucker for fluff. Anyway, I like the story and I hope you do too. Reviewers will be showered with cookies.
Prologue is from Bankotsu's PoV, epilogue from Jakotsu's PoV, and the rest is from the third person view.
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I opened my eyes, and the ship was drowning, I was drowning, and would never take another breath again. No, wait... It was just a dream. I looked around, foggy-headed and full of adrenaline from suddenly waking up from another nightmare. I was in a car, I'd fallen asleep on the back seat. It was raining outside; I had heard the raindrops, falling against the window, in my sleep and dreamt of a shipwreck. I shook my head to get rid of the feeling of drowning.
"Bankotsu, are you alright?"
I looked up; Mom was staring at me from the front seat. She was smiling, but there was a touch of uncertainty in her blue eyes. "I'm okay," I answered. "Just had a bad dream."
Dad was driving; at my words he glanced at the rear-view mirror to see my face. "Again? That settles it, once you get back home we'll take you to a psychiatrist. It's not normal to be having so much nightmares all the time."
I rolled my eyes; I didn't find it abnormal to have nightmares. People do it all the time. My dreams just happened to be a bit more realistic, so I always remembered them afterwards. But if it made my parents stop fussing over me, I might as well see a shrink. Maybe they would finally believe there was nothing wrong with me.
Then again, lately my nightmares had always included some sort of accident or unfortunate event. Shipwrecks, snake bites in deserts, toxic fumes and such. The only thing in common in all these dreams was that I was alone in them. It made me feel bad, even worse than the actual misfortunes. I'd never considered myself lonely, but all the creepy dreams left me confused and scared. I remembered my grandmother telling me about the meanings of dreams when I was little. She was a weird one; lived with a big black cat, cooked food from all sorts of plants and muttered little spells under her breath. I once asked if she was a witch. She told me to stop asking stupid questions and eat more cake.
She died when I was ten, and I missed her a lot. I always had a nice time with her, even though she'd nag a lot from time to time. I'm sure Grandmother would have found some meaning in my bad dreams. I believed there was one; she had taught me to believe in supernatural. My dad had found her in her own bed the day after she died, looking peaceful as if she was sleeping. The cat, Rizo, had disappeared. No windows were open and there was no way the cat could have escaped whatsoever. He was just gone, like Grandmother. My parents refused to see anything abnormal in it, and I soon stopped asking their opinions. After all, it was my own business if I wanted to believe in spirits and prophetic dreams.
I was pulled from my thoughts by Mom's voice. "We're almost at the camp, just a few more miles. You sure you have everything you need? Enough clean clothes?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm fourteen, not seven, thanks very much, Mom..." She smiled at me. "Oh, I meant to ask you guys..." I started when I thought of something, "How come Kasumi's staying at home while I'm here?" I knew my older sister wasn't the type to spend her holiday home with our parents, and I found it surprising she had decided not to go anywhere.
Mom looked kinda awkward. "Well, I think it's because we told her she can have the house to herself for few days..."
I sighed. Looks like they had fooled me yet again. That's what you get for being the youngest one. I threw a sharp look at Mom. "And might I ask where you are going in that case?" She gave me a nervous smile.
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To be continued in part two: New acquaintances