FINALLY! Chapter 11 has FINALLY been posted up! I'm sorry for the long wait, but ever since i got back from my camping trip, I have been overwhelmed with homework, and just been exhausted nearly 24/7.
Disenchanted Lullaby
Songs of sirens tampered Iwaki's lifeless mind, as flashing lights of red eclipsed his sight. He felt heavy, as if pounds of sand were weighing him down from a river of discontent.
Iwaki's eyes fluttered open to the sight of light colors circling his eye sight. He was resting on a pure colored Hospital bed, the gently fabric cutting into his skin like needles, as he picked himself up, nearly unable to sit properly from the severe treatment he had just been expelled to.
"Iwaki-san? You're awake!" he heard Shimizu cry, nearly jumping from her seat as she held out her hands as an act to help aid the weak actor.
"Where…am I?"
"In the Hospital, are you alright? Can you stand? How are you feeling?" she showered the President a stream of questions, as her eyes shone with pity and confusion.
Removing the sheets from his pale body, Iwaki landed on his feet, bolts of pain rushing through his body as he grunted, collapsing to his knees as Shimizu rested by his side.
"Seems like you're finally awake." A man cladded in white spoke in a sincere tone, his hair the shade of soft brown as a smile was plastered onto his face. "How are you feeling?"
Heavy breathing scattered upon the room, as Iwaki's eyes became unfocused once again. "Seems like the drug still hasn't subsided, you're still extremely fragile." He walked closer, placing his hand on the dark haired mans shoulder as Iwaki jolted back, the sensation spiking his body with nausea and discomfort.
"Where's Katou?"
Shimizu looked away, as the older man gazed into Iwaki's gray eyes, as if forcing the silence to drive him mad.
"Where's Katou?" he could hear himself scream, clawing the floor as his lip bled with crimson.
"I'm sorry…" the man spoke gently, as Iwaki rose to his feet, gripping the Doctors shirt collar as his eyes widened with strucken anger.
"'I'm sorry'? Why are you apologizing? He's fine, isn't he? He must be resting right now, shouldn't he be? You were able to save him, correct?" he was now trembling, barely able to keep himself standing.
His mind was going blank, the room was spinning in spherical motions, as an unknown sickness began to intoxicate him.
"What room is he in…?"
The doctor hesitated for a moment, until he spoke in a hushed tone "It's the room to the right of this one, number 438."
Dashing, Iwaki exited his Hospital room, twisting the metal knob of the light blue door, as he thrashed it open, his eyes welcoming the sight of an unknown body resting under stainless a white colored sheets.
"Hey, wake up, you shouldn't be sleeping." Iwaki could hear himself saying, walking towards Katou as he threw the sheets off from the lifeless man, gazing at the pale composure that ratified his flesh.
"Hey, I said wake up!" the raven haired man slapped his blonde lover, clashing his face with sudden strikes as he gritted his teeth, as he took hold of the mans, pulling him closer as he shook him back and forth.
"Don't you remember what I told you that night? I won't forgive you if you leave me alone, never!" the hysterical man shrieked, sending chains of attacks to his deceased lover.
"Why won't you wake up?"
"It's useless." The man at the door way spoke in a sympathetic tone, shutting the door behind him as he fixed his eyes upon the sight before him. "He passed away about the same time the ambulance arrived."
Iwaki could feel the air of the room vanish. "You're lying…"
"Am I?" the unknown man separated Iwaki from the corpse that rested on the cold bed, and slapped him across the face with his palm.
"Iwaki-san…" he began.
"Please, don't say it…"
"He's gone."
.
.
.
"Now that you've calmed down, we can proceed."
Iwaki was an empty shell; he simple stared into the soulless corridor as several doors passed by him. The shook had finally begun to drain through his veins, as he barely lost the ability to speak.
"You've misplaced the person most important to you, that is why we fear of your safety." He began, glancing to the side of the destroyed actor. "I spoke to your manager, and also made a phone call to your agency. I understand that you being the President, it would be difficult to take time off; but due to this becoming life changing, they said for this to urgent."
He paused, noticing Iwaki's flesh begin to tremble.
"Can you speak?"
Not even a gesture was shown as a response, Iwaki simply continued walking forward, wishing to find something that would help him wake up from this nightmare.
"Here we are." The man stopped, while the shattered actor glanced at the steel door before him, confused as he searched for an answer.
"This room is sound proof, anyone can say anything and nothing can be heard. Would you like to use it? You can scream all the angst away for the moment, to help you a bit."
He walked towards the door, signaling for it to be opened.
"Alright then, I'll come back in twenty minutes, please be careful Iwaki-san." The brown haired man spoke, finding the precise key as he slide it into the chamber, opening the abandoned room as a cold gush of air slapped Iwaki's face, drawing into his now numb body.
Walking at a slow pace, the raven haired mans eyes feasted upon the dull room, gray circling across every corner, as a blue patch of flowers enticed his vision, giving off a bit of melancholy.
Listening to the sound of the door shut, Iwaki staggered to the wall, collapsing as he slide to the floor; covering his face with his shaken fingers, feeling the cold tears roll down his cheeks as he thrashed his head from side to side, denying this reality.
"You're alive…right? I'm not crazy; you're not dead, right…?" he lowered his palms, noticing not a single injury present on his body. "Why should I be the one still breathing?"
Sliding down his sleeves of the Hospital clothes, Iwaki scratched his wrist rapidly, slicing skin until blood began to bleed from his opened wounds. "It's not enough…not enough…"
Inhaling a dark breath, he eyed the ceiling, watching the fan circle. "I could bite my tongue right now, and I could be with you again…"
"Live for the both of us…alright?"
Digging his nails into his head, Iwaki gave out an ear piercing scream, continuing on until his voice grew hoarse, and until his tears had all been parched from his eyes.
"COME BACK!"
The Next Day
"Iwaki-san…are you alright?" Shimizu had called from her driver seat, checking the mirror to see her client's unknown expression. He was staring outside the window, his eyes losing their gleam as her face portrayed that of anxiety. The distraught actor hadn't spoken a word since he saw his lover's corpse in that Hospital bed yesterday, as she sighed a breath of disappointment, understanding that it was still too soon.
The feeling as lingering, when she heard the man break down into tears after noticing him uncover the motionless body. She was too far to help him, his mind had lost all aspects of positivity. All that seemed to be shone, was that of self hatred and desperation.
"It's strange." He barely muttered, as the shocked woman nearly stepped on the breaks.
"What is Iwaki-san!" she could hear herself shriek, wishing to turn back and focus completely on the broken man.
"It's sunny."
"…Is there something wrong with that?" she regained her composure, trying to concentrate on the road.
He paused, the suns rays beating at his skin as he flinched from the light, watching them approach their awaited destination as clouds began to form into the sky.
"Is he going to continue…?" Shimizu asked herself, finding a parking space as she felt a breeze run through the car.
"It should be raining…"
The next few hours remained as a blur to Iwaki's damaged mind, as he barely had the sense of mind to stand. His surroundings covered him in colors of depression, as blue rained endlessly from the eyes of his companions.
A funeral.
Not only a funeral, but Katou's.
"Would anyone like to exchange a few words?"
The area remained silent, only moans and cries being heard, as Iwaki stood up straight, walking towards the front of the cemetery as he faced the many similar friends that only deepened his pain.
"Katou Youji…" it hurt to even say his name. "Not only a lover, but a man who's passion continuously grew for acting." Iwaki paused, exhaling a chuckle as people stared at him in wonder. "Actually, it hurts to talk about him; I keep trying to persuade myself into the lie that this is all just a dream…"
He gazed up from the ground, his eyes fading into that of disorientation, as he blinked away the despair. "His lack of presence will affect each of us, whether if he was a family member, or simply a man devoted to his work."
Iwaki could feel boulders of shallow discomfort chain to his ankles, as he could feel a gust of wind send hundreds of bronze colored leaves flying into the Twilight sky.
Bronze. Iwaki could see those very eyes stare at him from the back of the crowd of people. At that instant, they had moved away, as the raven haired man could feel his blood pressure drop, his blood running cold down his veins.
Removing the white rose that rested in his breast pocket, Iwaki kissed it gently, as he turned his back to the many on lookers and placed it elegantly on his dirt covered grave.
"You will always remain in our memories."
Amongst them, every rose had been showered crimson red, the one pure flower showing that originality, as it complimented the sight of his burial.
Walking back to his seat, every sound was blocked off from reaching his confused mind; as he watched hollowly in the act of Youko exhaling a few words, counting the tears that slide down her porcelain cheeks, as they landed upon her black dress, dampening the thin fabric.
"It's going to rain, isn't it?"
Iwaki asked himself, staring at gray clouds covering the dazzling rays the sun portrayed.
"Iwaki-san, are you ready to leave?" Shimizu called out to him at the end of the service, as Iwaki faced her, forcing a gently smile.
"Shimizu-san, I won't be leaving any time soon from now, so please leave whenever you wish, I'll simply walk home."
She rejected the choice to object. After all, this was he man who adored the deceased actor with all his heart.
"Alright…Call me if you need anything, alright…?" she sighed, for within the smile he showed to her, she could see this very man fall onto his knees, cursing to the Heavens for taking away all in his life he had truly treasured.
The displaced man simply walked back to the grave, leaving the young woman as she headed towards the fleet of stairs, the sky expelling the sight of destruction and dejection.
Rain began to plunder down, as Iwaki simply stood there, listening to everyone leave in a hurry as the sound of raindrops echoed through his hair, leaving him alone.
He just stood there, thinking, wishing, wondering if maybe he would be the next person to unite with Katou.
"Hey, Katou…" he called out lightly, his suit getting drenched with the absent minded phase of solitary.
"Why do you suppose he was here…?" the wind blew harder, as the rain became more intense. "His eyes felt like they were burning into me…"
It was no use, he had only spent less than a day alone, and it was already enough.
"Katou…"
Iwaki could feel the moon being over shadowed by the clouds above.
"Do you really think I can live this way?"
3:48 am, as Iwaki shut the door closed of his haunting home. He had spent as long as he could simply gazing into Katou's grave, until he nearly fell from exhaustion. Ironically, Shimizu drove his car to the parking, so all that was needed was for the lost man to drive back home.
"What…just happened?" The world seemed as if it was in between beauty and tragedy.
Iwaki was soaked in rain, not a single inch of skin dry, as he denied the act of his body collapsing to the floor. he felt as if his mind was about to burst, nothing could be registered without the sight of blood and murder covering each topic!
It was too much, TOO MUCH TO HANDLE!
Too overwhelming to ever understand,
too destructive to leave anyone unscathed;
this insanity...
would be the end of Iwaki Kyousuke...
Tanaka spit out his coffee, Mayou had passed out from shock, and Shimizu could feel the blood rush to her head. "President Iwaki-san!" every person in the office nearly screamed in unison, their eyes opened wide as the pale man grew a soft smile.
"Good morning everyone, did you all sleep well?"
Shimizu marched towards the innocent man, confused, but also extremely angered by his sudden presence. "Iwaki-san!" she pulled him close, his ears leveled towards her mouth.
"Why are you here! The funeral was yesterday!"
Those words simply drifted through the mans void mind, as he simply stood up straight, beaming a smile.
"A man should never have to miss work just because of his personal life."
Unbelievable.
Un-freaking-believable!
Shimizu could feel the stack of papers that were wrapped around her arms drop to the floor, as she stared in awe at the older man expel friendly good mornings to his colleagues, until finally he vanished from her sight, unable to stop herself from shivering.
Sorry if my writing seems plain in this chapter, but I'm just aching to get to bed, but i made sure to persuade myself to update TODAY, since I don't like updating any days OTHER than Wednesday or Saturday.
But yeah, the flashback is officially over :D
I think...unless i want some random crap to happen in chapter 12, but we'll see! xP
Lately, I have been ADDICTED to those Cyber Bullying, Bulimic/Anorexic commercials on Youtube, and they have just been digging through my head . Prob since my teacher always shows us them every once in a while~
Anyways, thanks so much for the wait, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter :)
It's a but long, but hey, I ended up missing the opportunity to update last Saturday.
Now this teen is gettin some sleep! My shoulders are stiff from Volleyball practice, and I needa catch some Zzzzz's~
REVIEW FOR SHIMIZU TO KEEP HER TEMPER! :D
[Lame, but who cares? xD]