DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Wei, I repeat: I DO NOT OWN WEI. All of Wei belongs to Project Wei and/or Takehito Koyasu (I'm really not sure ^^;;; , but I do know it doesn't belong to me ::pouts:: ). This story is only for entertainment purposes, (you know, the "for fans by fans" type a' thing) and is not to be used to gain any type of profit. And most importantly, I'm only borrowing the characters, they don't belong to me (as much as I wish it where otherwise...::sigh:: SchuuSchuu, Raaaaaaan). There's gonna be shonen-ai (and possibly yaoi), so read at your own risk. You've been warned, so don't come screaming to kill me for traumatizing your childhood. Now on with the story...^^
Fading: Prologue
He took a step back, trying to regain the footing he suddenly lost. His right hand went up to hover over his forehead as he extended his left for balance. Swaying from left to right, and front to back, he managed to make it to the railing that borders the edge of the sidewalk, grasping it desperately when he got close enough. The world was spinning out of control as he looked around, his eyes dazed from all the bright, noisy and quickly shifting, all too colorful objects that make up the busy street of nocturnal Tokyo.
"Mama, mama, that man's bleeding"
He somehow caught that line through the din of voices and cars. Slowly, he became aware of the light tickling sensation on his upper lip, raising his right hand to wipe at it, he caught a flash of crimson staining his formerly clean leather gloves.
"Are you alright, sir? Do you need help?"
Another voice, closer, but sounded like it was coming through a wall.
*Help. The others are waiting for me as back up! I need to...*
He slowly let go of the railing ~ *I need to...* ~ steadying himself a bit ~ *get to the park* ~ and stepped onto the street, wiping at the increasingly warm trickling sensation at his nose ~ *all I need to do is cross the -- * ~ His train of thoughts were broken off by a blare of horns, followed by a pair flaring of headlights.
He stumbled back a step to avoid the truck only to be in the path of another car. More blares of horns, more flashes of light, cars swerving aside to avoid him, him stumbling into another vehicle's path, dizzied by the light, the cacophony of horns, swerves of cars, and his own spinning vision.
He caught a glimpse of a girl trying to reach him, but it was a useless attempt, he was too far away physically and mentally. Darkness crept at the edges of his consciousness ~*I can't make it...*~ his vision blurred and darkened ~* again...*~. With that last conscious thought, he passed out, hitting the asphalt with no one to catch him....
Note: as you probably guessed, this : ~*...*~ , indicates thoughts.
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