You, there on the bridge
where have you been, what's your name?
and you, you there on the wall
where will you go to once you fall?
you, lost at sea
do you need me, do you need directions?
Kirihara coughed, weighed down as he sought the air. His arms had found what they sought, yet the waters around him seemed to pull at the body, dragging it to them with an unrelenting force. He was slipping, choking on salt. Black hair swirled around his face mirroring the darkness he felt creeping in around the edges. His vision became murky as his legs lost strength, thinking half-coherent thoughts. No, can't drown, it's just dream, not really happening…but it's his reality. Kirihara choked, but kept on swimming towards the shoreline. It seemed distant, and blurry. Can't stop…
i'm so sick and tired of the
the taste of tears
the sting of pain
the smell of fear
the sounds of crying
as you standing at the edge of your life
what do you remember?
was it all you wanted?
Niou, Yagyuu and Saeki, getting spray paint everywhere but the side of the school, laughing so loud it hurt, burning lungs and aching stomach. You guys can't do anything right, guess that's why I fit in.
Getting beaten up by motorcycle thugs, then by Dad. He didn't always look that old, did he?
Crashing at someone's house, dizzy but denying anything wrong. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. Just tired, lemme sleep, I'm fine.
A woman in a white kimono, tied the wrong way, her face bloated and distorted. It can't be O-Kaa-san. She wouldn't she would never…. Oh god, she's smiling.
That redheaded bastard with blue-green eyes and a smirk, delicious but now broken and still. Can't…have to…
i can barely take it
i don't think i can make it
take me away from here
I want to go home
Kirihara was going down, steadily losing oxygen. Damn it all. Stupid jerks who drown, who jump off bridges, stupid. Eh, what the hell is that? His foot had touched something hard and metallic. It was the original motorbike, propped up by the debris of the river. And I'm definitely dreaming. Because sitting on the bike was an older woman with curly black hair and a long white dress. She smiled at them, and put on sunglasses. Kirihara gaped at her before she picked up the boy he clung to and revved the engine.
Okaasan?
i wish i could protect you here
oh, please don't cry
now smile as you're standing
at the edge of your life
your troubles are over
mine are just beginning
I'll take him from here, Akaya. He'll reach the shore.
No! He has to live, I can't…
He won't be crossing the river yet, dear. I'm taking him to the real shore.
Okaasan…
Wake up, Akaya-kun.
if only i could have been there
i'd be a hand for the sinking
if only i could have been there
i'd be a prayer for the dying
"What?"
"Wake up, young sir. Are you all right?" Kirihara opened his eyes to see an older monk prodding him with broom cautiously. It was morning, and he lay on the wooden floor gasping for air.
its me you leave
you're gone from here
don't leave from here
don't leave me here
I hate it here
you're gone from here
don't leave me here
I need you here
I need to see you smile
nyone reading this, I love you. It's been almost all of high school tht I've been writing this. We are almost done...3 chapters and an epilogue to go. I assure you it won't be as awful as this stuff. plese review!!!
Feathery Wings Lyrics owned by Voltaire
Prince of Tennis owned by manga-ka. I OWNS NOTHING.
it gets better, ok, so no worries. ie more Sen, more SenKiri.