Warning: Broken bone, slightly coarse language.
Call him an attention whore. Call him a tearaway. But rest assured for he was no idiot, and he was definitely anything but suicidal.
The departure from the rooftop was greeted with a shriek that pierced through the downpour. Through the plunge, he could see how those minuscule humans set their amazed gaze at him, seemingly oblivious to the rain. It seemed that their logics had plunged into chaos along with him, Niou smirked.
The soft air on his back was quickly substituted by a rough impact against multitude branches of a giant tree. He could feel his bones snapping every branches in his way. Or was it his bone? He was unsure. Regardless, everything was going accordingly.
And of course, Murphy's law violently objected.
Albeit the branches were enough to prevent his mortality, apparently the law decided that he needed an extra cushion. Niou could clearly see the fright in the eyes of a capped boy who was unfortunately sheltering underneath the said tree as he fell gently head
Again, Niou Masaharu was not an idiot. The boy might be an impromptu factor, unlike the tree, yet he would not allow any casualties in his act.
With a swift motion, he blindly shoved the boy away from his path. He succeeded in doing so, however in the cost of himself. The push had made him altered his position, a slight tilt that caused him to land on his right shoulder instead on his back. He didn't expect a painless outcome, neither did he expect a bone to be broken. And the loud snap that greeted his landing confirmed his fear.
Immediately the searing pain burn through his body, overloading his senses. He gritted his teeth, his body unconsciously curling into a fetal position. The washing rain combined with the building uproar drummed his hearings, effectively blocking his common sense. All he dared to see was the darkness behind his eyelids. All he dared to do was to succumb to the pain. Hell to his plan. Hell to everyone.
And hell to the boy.
Time seemed to stand still when he lied vulnerable on the muddy ground; his body covered with scratches and nursed a broken bone. The rain seemed to have stopped when he felt a human touch on his back. Had it? He could hear the commotion, but everything was gradually drowned by the nerve-wrecking agony that dominated his senses. Niou tried to open his eyes, but he could only see blurry olive images...-and purple? He didn't know; his eyes were too watery to see through, so he hid them in the dark once more.
A sound appeared to be louder than the others. Was it reaching to him? He wanted to answer, but as soon as he stopped gritting his teeth, the pain would wash over him tenfold. Perhaps it was not at fault. Yes, the broken bone was. So much for not being an idiot.
He's a fool. A fortune's fool.
Temptation to surrender to anguish and to yield to darkness was great, nevertheless Niou was unable to let his grasp off the reality yet. Not just yet. This stranger, the one who was closer to him than anyone else, the one that was brave enough to touch him; What was he going to do with him? His mind couldn't entangled itself from the cobweb of paranoia. Oh the darkness. The darkness the future held. The ambiguity.
Such was the fate of a man of the present.
Finally, time beat him down into submission, and he lost grip of reality into the realm of unconsciousness.
Disclaimer: A certain phrase in this drabble is taken from Romeo and Juliet and is certainly not mine :D
AN: See, I told you I will not abandon this story *grins in victory*
