Disclaimer: I don't own Juvenile Orion. Never have, never will.
Rating: T? rating may go up
Pairings? who knows…
Author's note: I've been meaning to do a story for Juvie Orion for a while. Now, I've gotten around to it1 Yeah! I thought I'd try a new fandom instead of Gundam Wing this time. Tell me how you think this chapter went—good, bad, horribly out of character, too much description, yada yada yada…
Serenities of Hell
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
Chapter One
The day, bright and sunny with birds chirping merrily, was boring none the less. The school bell chimed, signaling the end of another class. A short break ensued, letting the sounds of chattering students drift into the hallways. Laughter and chuckles weren't lacking in either class room. Then, just as quickly as it began, the moment was gone with the sound of another bell.
Shuffling back to their seats, they settled down to use their energy on the means of studying. One student, dark hair falling over his eyes, stared at the front of the room. His eyes lacked the attentive gaze that the other student's held. His eyes were clouded, as if his brain was foggy—lost somewhere in the caverns of his mind.
The lectures continued on, all blurring themselves together in a series of incoherent drones that slips through his ears. His gaze flickered, pausing for a moment and clearing. Then, it was gone.
Kaname's elbows were propped upon the desk, his head resting in the palms of his hands as if in a cradling position. He let out a heavy sigh, muffled by the incessant sounds of the teacher. He inhaled, closing his eyes for a brief moment. His veins felt like they were carrying fire instead of blood, burning a pathway through his system.
There was practice after school.
As the minutes and hours all blended together into a hazy blur, Kaname didn't even realize just where he was going until his hot hand weakly slid over top the handle of the entrance for the gym. Rapidly blinking, his cluttered mind cleared for a moment, lifting up the almost unnatural haze that had befallen upon him.
Despite feeling feverish and weak, he entered.
Soon, he was going laps, free throws, and suicides. He assumed he didn't look well—some of his team mates paused in their own exercises to stare at him. He ignored them. His attention, what little he seemed to hold at the moment, was all on the hoop.
He raised his arms, ball in place.
His lungs felt on fire, each breath he took felt like it would be his last.
The ball was thrown—perfect in alignment to the hoop. It gracefully went through the air in an arc, earning a 'swoosh' as it slipped through the net. It swung for a moment, trapped in the intricate ties of rope, before plummeting to the ground.
Kaname's body shook. He couldn't help it.
Everything swirled around him, making him dizzy and nauseated. People's voices reached his ears, sounds of concern drifted to him in the same way—but it all sounded the same, as if he was six feet under.
He clutched his chest, panting as he tried to breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he fell to his knees. There were various gasps as the team mates crowded around him.
He couldn't breathe.
His throat was constricting, closing tightly to block out any air.
He couldn't breathe…
Kaname collapsed, unconscious, to the ground with a muted thump.
And he wasn't breathing.
TBC