Title: Conquer the Sky
Author: Issei
Genre: Yaoi, Alternate Universe, Death
Paring: Sendoh x Hanamichi + Rukawa
Warning: It contains death…
Disclaimer: The characters in the story do not belong to me…
Adapted from Korean "MTV" Si Niang.
1.1 Chapter 1: The Crash
"They shared a dream to conquer the sky…"
He waved a last goodbye to his beloved a sweet smile on his youthful face. He was standing on the field a distance away from the plane, but he was near enough to hear him say goodbye. His voice was bright and cheery, full of anticipation. He had just passed his examinations and gotten the licence to fly and this was the first time he was flying as a licensed pilot. It was the first step to achieve their dream. And now he only had to wait for him to get his licence in a few weeks time, then together they could conquer the sky. He held the steering wheel in his hand and like many a times during training he started the engine. The engine roared and the plane was ready, ready to conquer the sky. Before he set of, he gave his thumb up signs to his best friend, Rukawa. He too shared the same dream but he was the first among the three to get the licence. Rukawa returned his friend with his own thumb up sign and watched the plane take off into the clear afternoon sky.
He savoured the scenery although he had seen this view a hundred times. He could feel no wind but instead he could hear the wind gushed past him, as if calling his name. The clouds were a lofty white and the sky a brilliant blue, so clear that its pureness was almost unbearable. Yet so peaceful, putting him into sleep…
He had a look of pure bliss on his face; He imagined how they would be flying together in no time. He was contended the way they were, happily a couple. He watched as the plane took off into the sky, metallic silver against the blue sky, the very image that drew him into flying- the perfect blending of the plane and the sky. Soon, they could both fulfil their dreams and together conquer the sky.
He turned around and headed towards the hut. He had better start preparing their dinner and await his return. Then they could sit in the cosy room and share with his flight experience. He was halfway back to the hut when he heard a loud chuckle from the plane. He spun around, his mind paralysed by a dark image he saw only on television. His eyes stared wide at the scene before him. Fumes, thick white fumes billowing in the sky and the silver plane was almost entirely engulfed. Then came a bright flash of light, a loud thunderous roar and a crash. Then silence. His world was engulfed by silence; he could no longer hear a thing. His face was wet. Tears? When did they fall? He did not know, tears streamed down his face. He called out but he heard nothing, only hearing his goodbye playing and replaying itself in his head, the very last goodbye and the smile on his face, the trademark smile and those eyes. His world was destroyed in that few seconds- utterly destroyed.
He ran towards the flame like a wild animal. He followed it, his heart pounding. He pinned on his last hope to find him alive somehow in that burning piece of trash. Yet, his hopes diminished as he closed up on the site. Everything was burning, metal melting into pools of silvery liquid. The fumes were now black like ink and the taste of melted plastic hung in the air. He was sure then, he would be gone. Nothing was left but ashes. No more tears fell as the reality hit him. But waves and waves of shock swept him off his feet.
Rukawa watched in horror as the+ plane exploded in midair, his usual cool and expressionless face was tinted with a sense of lost. His childhood friend trapped within. With his very own eyes he had watched him took off and watched his death yet he could do nothing to help him. How useless could he get? He had raced after the plane only to reach a burning hell, a burning hell, which consumed his body in that angry fire. He watched the fire swallowed the whole plane and its pilot, his friend. He could no longer hold back the tears. He allowed them to fall but only for today.
It was a week since his death. It was only a week ago since he departed, leaving nothing behind except for memories. Hanamichi sat sagged on a chair, his hand holding a photo, a photo, which he now cherished. Against the background of a plane, which Sendoh had painted for him and given to him on the very day they became a couple, the very plane that they promised to fly in to fulfil their dreams, the two of them stood. Smiles and looks of joy were painted on their faces, Sendoh in his gravity defying hairstyle and Hanamichi in his burning red hair, the red, the very red that swallowed his lover. Hanamichi closed his eyes; he had to keep the tears from falling. Still they rolled down his cheeks. His anger, his frustration, had nowhere to go except into those tears. He could kill for him, but who? Who did he had to put the blame on…
As he continued to mourn for the lost of a love one, a knock came on the door. With his tired legs and mind, he slowly made his way to the door with the photo still in his hand. Finally, with the last ounce of strength he had, he grabbed the door and pulled it opened.
A raven-haired man stood outside. His hair was ruffled, in a mess. His eyes looked tired. His body showed signs of sleepless nights. In a trousers and shirt and a brown jacket, he was dressed exactly the way Sendoh looked before his death. Yet, there was no smile.
" May I come in?" Rukawa asked in his tired voice.
Hanamichi said nothing but stepped aside for the other man to enter. He walked back to the chair he was sitting at previously and continued looking at the photo, totally ignoring the presence of Rukawa. Rukawa stood tall in the middle of the room, staring at Hanamichi. He looked as if he was somewhere far away, as if he was in a totally different dimension where only the two belong. Rukawa could no longer bear the sight, he was not going to see him swallow in self-pity and let him fall into the pits of depression. He was going to get him out, pull him out before it was all too late.
In one swift movement, he stepped forward and snatched the photo out of his hand. Hanamichi stared at his empty hands, then he realised that Rukawa had taken the photo.
" Give it back to me," Hanamichi said in a cold voice, his voice suggesting that he would do something drastic if his commands are not followed.
Rukawa did not attempt to do as he was told. Instead, he stood where he was and stared at the pathetic figure of a grown man. After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"I shall not return you the photo and the reason you should know why. You have been in this state of devastation and despair for the past week and that is enough. You need to stand on your feet again and start working. Remember the dream to fly?" Rukawa spoke in a matter of fact tone.
"Return it to me," Hanamichi asked again, this time his voice was stern.
And as he asked for the return of his photo, he reached out to Rukawa to snatch the photo again. Yet, the burning tears blurred his vision and he missed his object of desire. Rukawa had pulled it just out of reach and refused to return it back to him. Instead, he lifted up the photo and in the face of the crying figure came the sound of the paper tearing. Once, twice, it came again and again until eventually the photo was torn to pieces, until it was no longer recognisable.
Hanamichi watched with his eyes wide opened. That was the first photo they had shared, the first photo they had taken together, but now in ruins. It was his favourite, their favourite. But now it was gone, destroyed like his dreams, ruin.
Rukawa held the remains of what was left of the photo in his hand and Hanamichi's angry at the lost of his precious photo unleashed the very last ounce of strength in him as he handed out a punch on Rukawa. And Rukawa did not dodge. He stood while he was, still as a stock. He did not cry out, he did not retaliate but only allowed the punches to rain him. Until finally the last ounce of strength was exhausted, Hanamichi fell, his body forming a puddle on the floor. Bruises began to form on Rukawa's pale skin, yet he remained unmoving, only staring at the sagged figure on the floor who was breathless and panting.
" Have you had enough?" Rukawa asked in a clam voice.
There was silence in the air.
Rukawa left the room without another word, allowing the remains of the photo to float in the air for a moment before coming to rest on the concrete floor. Hanamichi watched as the remains of the photo fluttered in the air. His eyes followed their every movement, their flips and turns, their swirling until finally they stopped, rested on the floor, like the soul of a dead in heaven. The room sank into stillness, no more movement, only the blank look of a red head in a corner, reminiscing…
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Writer's Note: Hello! Haven't written in a while so I hope the story haven't been too bad… I was watching television the other day, the idea struck me and I thought I would write a story based on the show. Do leave me your comments and critics… they will be gladly appreciated! Have a great day ahead!
Author: Issei
Genre: Yaoi, Alternate Universe, Death
Paring: Sendoh x Hanamichi + Rukawa
Warning: It contains death…
Disclaimer: The characters in the story do not belong to me…
Adapted from Korean "MTV" Si Niang.
1.1 Chapter 1: The Crash
"They shared a dream to conquer the sky…"
He waved a last goodbye to his beloved a sweet smile on his youthful face. He was standing on the field a distance away from the plane, but he was near enough to hear him say goodbye. His voice was bright and cheery, full of anticipation. He had just passed his examinations and gotten the licence to fly and this was the first time he was flying as a licensed pilot. It was the first step to achieve their dream. And now he only had to wait for him to get his licence in a few weeks time, then together they could conquer the sky. He held the steering wheel in his hand and like many a times during training he started the engine. The engine roared and the plane was ready, ready to conquer the sky. Before he set of, he gave his thumb up signs to his best friend, Rukawa. He too shared the same dream but he was the first among the three to get the licence. Rukawa returned his friend with his own thumb up sign and watched the plane take off into the clear afternoon sky.
He savoured the scenery although he had seen this view a hundred times. He could feel no wind but instead he could hear the wind gushed past him, as if calling his name. The clouds were a lofty white and the sky a brilliant blue, so clear that its pureness was almost unbearable. Yet so peaceful, putting him into sleep…
He had a look of pure bliss on his face; He imagined how they would be flying together in no time. He was contended the way they were, happily a couple. He watched as the plane took off into the sky, metallic silver against the blue sky, the very image that drew him into flying- the perfect blending of the plane and the sky. Soon, they could both fulfil their dreams and together conquer the sky.
He turned around and headed towards the hut. He had better start preparing their dinner and await his return. Then they could sit in the cosy room and share with his flight experience. He was halfway back to the hut when he heard a loud chuckle from the plane. He spun around, his mind paralysed by a dark image he saw only on television. His eyes stared wide at the scene before him. Fumes, thick white fumes billowing in the sky and the silver plane was almost entirely engulfed. Then came a bright flash of light, a loud thunderous roar and a crash. Then silence. His world was engulfed by silence; he could no longer hear a thing. His face was wet. Tears? When did they fall? He did not know, tears streamed down his face. He called out but he heard nothing, only hearing his goodbye playing and replaying itself in his head, the very last goodbye and the smile on his face, the trademark smile and those eyes. His world was destroyed in that few seconds- utterly destroyed.
He ran towards the flame like a wild animal. He followed it, his heart pounding. He pinned on his last hope to find him alive somehow in that burning piece of trash. Yet, his hopes diminished as he closed up on the site. Everything was burning, metal melting into pools of silvery liquid. The fumes were now black like ink and the taste of melted plastic hung in the air. He was sure then, he would be gone. Nothing was left but ashes. No more tears fell as the reality hit him. But waves and waves of shock swept him off his feet.
Rukawa watched in horror as the+ plane exploded in midair, his usual cool and expressionless face was tinted with a sense of lost. His childhood friend trapped within. With his very own eyes he had watched him took off and watched his death yet he could do nothing to help him. How useless could he get? He had raced after the plane only to reach a burning hell, a burning hell, which consumed his body in that angry fire. He watched the fire swallowed the whole plane and its pilot, his friend. He could no longer hold back the tears. He allowed them to fall but only for today.
It was a week since his death. It was only a week ago since he departed, leaving nothing behind except for memories. Hanamichi sat sagged on a chair, his hand holding a photo, a photo, which he now cherished. Against the background of a plane, which Sendoh had painted for him and given to him on the very day they became a couple, the very plane that they promised to fly in to fulfil their dreams, the two of them stood. Smiles and looks of joy were painted on their faces, Sendoh in his gravity defying hairstyle and Hanamichi in his burning red hair, the red, the very red that swallowed his lover. Hanamichi closed his eyes; he had to keep the tears from falling. Still they rolled down his cheeks. His anger, his frustration, had nowhere to go except into those tears. He could kill for him, but who? Who did he had to put the blame on…
As he continued to mourn for the lost of a love one, a knock came on the door. With his tired legs and mind, he slowly made his way to the door with the photo still in his hand. Finally, with the last ounce of strength he had, he grabbed the door and pulled it opened.
A raven-haired man stood outside. His hair was ruffled, in a mess. His eyes looked tired. His body showed signs of sleepless nights. In a trousers and shirt and a brown jacket, he was dressed exactly the way Sendoh looked before his death. Yet, there was no smile.
" May I come in?" Rukawa asked in his tired voice.
Hanamichi said nothing but stepped aside for the other man to enter. He walked back to the chair he was sitting at previously and continued looking at the photo, totally ignoring the presence of Rukawa. Rukawa stood tall in the middle of the room, staring at Hanamichi. He looked as if he was somewhere far away, as if he was in a totally different dimension where only the two belong. Rukawa could no longer bear the sight, he was not going to see him swallow in self-pity and let him fall into the pits of depression. He was going to get him out, pull him out before it was all too late.
In one swift movement, he stepped forward and snatched the photo out of his hand. Hanamichi stared at his empty hands, then he realised that Rukawa had taken the photo.
" Give it back to me," Hanamichi said in a cold voice, his voice suggesting that he would do something drastic if his commands are not followed.
Rukawa did not attempt to do as he was told. Instead, he stood where he was and stared at the pathetic figure of a grown man. After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"I shall not return you the photo and the reason you should know why. You have been in this state of devastation and despair for the past week and that is enough. You need to stand on your feet again and start working. Remember the dream to fly?" Rukawa spoke in a matter of fact tone.
"Return it to me," Hanamichi asked again, this time his voice was stern.
And as he asked for the return of his photo, he reached out to Rukawa to snatch the photo again. Yet, the burning tears blurred his vision and he missed his object of desire. Rukawa had pulled it just out of reach and refused to return it back to him. Instead, he lifted up the photo and in the face of the crying figure came the sound of the paper tearing. Once, twice, it came again and again until eventually the photo was torn to pieces, until it was no longer recognisable.
Hanamichi watched with his eyes wide opened. That was the first photo they had shared, the first photo they had taken together, but now in ruins. It was his favourite, their favourite. But now it was gone, destroyed like his dreams, ruin.
Rukawa held the remains of what was left of the photo in his hand and Hanamichi's angry at the lost of his precious photo unleashed the very last ounce of strength in him as he handed out a punch on Rukawa. And Rukawa did not dodge. He stood while he was, still as a stock. He did not cry out, he did not retaliate but only allowed the punches to rain him. Until finally the last ounce of strength was exhausted, Hanamichi fell, his body forming a puddle on the floor. Bruises began to form on Rukawa's pale skin, yet he remained unmoving, only staring at the sagged figure on the floor who was breathless and panting.
" Have you had enough?" Rukawa asked in a clam voice.
There was silence in the air.
Rukawa left the room without another word, allowing the remains of the photo to float in the air for a moment before coming to rest on the concrete floor. Hanamichi watched as the remains of the photo fluttered in the air. His eyes followed their every movement, their flips and turns, their swirling until finally they stopped, rested on the floor, like the soul of a dead in heaven. The room sank into stillness, no more movement, only the blank look of a red head in a corner, reminiscing…
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Writer's Note: Hello! Haven't written in a while so I hope the story haven't been too bad… I was watching television the other day, the idea struck me and I thought I would write a story based on the show. Do leave me your comments and critics… they will be gladly appreciated! Have a great day ahead!