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 and any similarities in storyline are purely coincidental.
Adapted from Korean "MTV" Si Niang.
Writer's Note: Hello! Sorry for taking so long to post this… I am really busy the whole week… ^^;;… hope all of you will enjoy this and do leave your C&Cs behind… if I get enough comments I will post the next chapter tomorrow… :P… hee 1.1.1
2 Chapter 3: The Days After
Hanamichi stood alone leafing through a book on aircrafts and their structure. His eyes scanned the pictures of the majestic planes and he was in a state of wonderment. He had never liked books except for this corner in the school library that had gotten him fascinated. There was an entire shelf full of books on aviation. He had discovered them one afternoon when he had trying to get away from the scorching sun. Ever since then, he had been coming often to look at these books. Hanamichi closed the book he was reading and placed the book back to the shelf. As the book was being tucked away, Hanamichi heard faint footsteps, approaching.
" I saw the other day there was a whole bunch of books here on aircrafts," someone spoke in a low whisper.
" Someone has the same interest as me?" Hanamichi thought to himself, as he brushed past the two men who were about his height, if not taller.
Their eyes met and that was their second meeting.
Hanamichi first caught sight of the spiky hair figure and next he saw another man following close behind with a stony face. He looked straight ahead not noticing the red head at all, until Sendoh nudged him with his elbow and shifted his gaze onto the retreating figure.
"That was the person we saw at the cafeteria the other day!" Sendoh face lighted up as he realised who the man was.
"As if I care, where are the books you were talking about?" Rukawa gave a shrug and bugged him for the book s.
"But you promised to get to know him!" Sendoh tired to get Rukawa remember.
"Where are the books?" Rukawa ignored the question. Sendoh knowing the boy could only roll his eyeballs and directed the man to the correct shelf. And like magic, his dull eyes sparkled as he flipped through a red, leather bound book. Sendoh noticed no such change; he too was engulfed by the well of information within these books.
The day went by quickly and the sun rose again once more. And once more Hanamichi was in the library again at the very same spot the day before, he had dreamt of being a pilot and he knew that he had to be able to get into the academy before he could even get near a plane. He would see to that, he was sure. But for now, he could only immerse himself in the magnificent pictures and words. But he was contented to do just that for now. It was a test of patience before he could enter the academy.
Then two voices broke the peace. Hanamichi looked up from his book and looked at the two figures before him, they were jostling one another. One was moving in one direction, while the other was pulling him towards the shelf.
"No, you can meet him for all I care…" Rukawa whispered just loud enough for Sendoh to hear at the same time tugging his arm from Sendoh's grip.
"You promised that we will know him together!" an agitated Sendoh was on the verge of screaming.
Luckily for them, they were in a quiet deserted corner of the library. There was no one around except the three of them. They continued the struggle with one another and an amused Hanamichi continued watching. It was a free "show" after all.
"I can't remember," Rukawa gave a hard tug, tore away from Sendoh's vice- like grip and walked away briskly.
Sendoh gave a sigh, things were not supposed to work out this way. Sendoh lifted his tired eyes from the ground. Since he was already here, he might as well get to know the red head. Their eyes met as Sendoh looked up. Their gazes were locked together and after a brief second, they broke away. Then Sendoh gave Hanamichi a charming smile and shrug pointing in the direction where Rukawa had walked away in.
He walked up to the red head and stretched out his hand, " Hi, I am Sendoh Akira."
Caught by surprise, Hanamichi reached out for the outstretch hand without thinking. Then, he gave that warm hand a firm shake and replied blankly, "Sakuragi, Hanamichi Sakuragi."
"Nice to meet you," Sendoh continued.
Then Hanamichi returned the warm Sendoh with a smile too, "Nice to meet you too."
That was the beginning of a friendship…
Years past. It was summer when they had first met and it was already deep into the third winter they shared together. It was getting colder and colder with each passing day. But the friendship like a winter flower blossomed and flourished, a beautiful winter flower. The friendship do not only belong to Sendoh and Hanamichi, it too belong to that of Rukawa. He did not know how or why, but he was dragged into this friendship before he knew it, but he was more than willing. The new friend he had made, brought smiles and laughter onto his face (though it came often from insulting the red head), a thing that even Sendoh who had known the raven hair man for years could not do. Hanamichi was indeed a miracle dose for the sullen Rukawa.
It was days of immerse joy and happiness. This was the day after all the hard work; the three together with thousands were about to graduate. Sendoh, who had always been a brilliant student, did not fail to obtain honours in his exams. The other two did fairly well, at least well enough to get them into the academy.
While the rest rejoiced, Sendoh sneaked away pulling Hanamichi along.
Beads of sweat gleam on his forehead; it had been hard work slipping through the crowd when you are hundred and ninety centimetres. Finally, they came upon a quiet spot and Sendoh stopped and turned to face Hanamichi.
But before he could speak up, Hanamichi asked, " Hey, why did you pull me here?"
"I was about to tell you…" Sendoh mumbled to himself…
Rukawa stood alone in a corner of the room, drinking his punch and allowing the music to sink into his soul.
" Which rock band is this?" he thought silently to himself. He was half asleep when he saw two figures approaching in his direction.
" Can't I ever get silence?" Rukawa had a look of displeasure and decided to move away.
As he moved away, the two figures grew clearly, 'Hanamichi and Sendoh?" Rukawa mumbled to himself.
And he was right. He stood where he was and listened, he knew he should just mine his own business, but Sendoh looked very serious, too serious. Something must be wrong and he was not going to be the last one to know. He stayed where he was, watching. The crashing of the drums was deafening and the music started again and he could no longer make out the exchange between the two men. Sendoh had appeared to say something and then Rukawa registered a look of shocked on Hanamichi's face, and then later it turned into a smile. Sendoh reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Not once, had his sight shifted from Hanamichi's eyes and he handed the key to him. A puzzled looked crossed the red head's face. Then again, Sendoh dragged Hanamichi away. Rukawa followed them; his curiosity had got the better of him. They came to a garage nearby the academy, Sendoh pulled up the shutters and they entered the garage. Inside was a plane, the smell of paint hung in the air, it was a brand new plane, a beautiful plane.
" We will fly in her when we get our licence," Sendoh smiled as he declared his dream.
Hanamichi stood bewildered. He did not know how to react, what to say. This plane was a beauty. It would have been to anyone who loved planes.
Rukawa stood hidden, he gasped when he saw the plane, it was breathtaking. Its majestic and magnificence was beyond the description of words.
When he heard Sendoh used the word "we" Rukawa could hardly believed, "'we'? What had that mean, they are a pair? What about me?"
Before he could react, he watched Sendoh handing the key over to Hanamichi. The latter whispered a word of thanks. His voice was quivering, a tone of disbelief. To the horror of Rukawa, Hanamichi bend over and gave Sendoh a hug. It was not a normal hug between friends, it was a hug saved for lovers. Rukawa felt a sharp prick at that moment. He felt his pulse pounding quickly and there is a bitter feeling down his throat and pain followed.
"Why was he in the arms of another?" Rukawa questioned.
At that moment, he knew where the prick came from; from then, onwards he knew why he felt that prick. From then, onwards he knew the thorn could never be removed, unless he could bear the pain it brought along.
2.1.1 ~~~~~~
Issei_kun_@hotmail.com
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 and any similarities in storyline are purely coincidental.
Adapted from Korean "MTV" Si Niang.
Writer's Note: Hello! Sorry for taking so long to post this… I am really busy the whole week… ^^;;… hope all of you will enjoy this and do leave your C&Cs behind… if I get enough comments I will post the next chapter tomorrow… :P… hee 1.1.1
2 Chapter 3: The Days After
Hanamichi stood alone leafing through a book on aircrafts and their structure. His eyes scanned the pictures of the majestic planes and he was in a state of wonderment. He had never liked books except for this corner in the school library that had gotten him fascinated. There was an entire shelf full of books on aviation. He had discovered them one afternoon when he had trying to get away from the scorching sun. Ever since then, he had been coming often to look at these books. Hanamichi closed the book he was reading and placed the book back to the shelf. As the book was being tucked away, Hanamichi heard faint footsteps, approaching.
" I saw the other day there was a whole bunch of books here on aircrafts," someone spoke in a low whisper.
" Someone has the same interest as me?" Hanamichi thought to himself, as he brushed past the two men who were about his height, if not taller.
Their eyes met and that was their second meeting.
Hanamichi first caught sight of the spiky hair figure and next he saw another man following close behind with a stony face. He looked straight ahead not noticing the red head at all, until Sendoh nudged him with his elbow and shifted his gaze onto the retreating figure.
"That was the person we saw at the cafeteria the other day!" Sendoh face lighted up as he realised who the man was.
"As if I care, where are the books you were talking about?" Rukawa gave a shrug and bugged him for the book s.
"But you promised to get to know him!" Sendoh tired to get Rukawa remember.
"Where are the books?" Rukawa ignored the question. Sendoh knowing the boy could only roll his eyeballs and directed the man to the correct shelf. And like magic, his dull eyes sparkled as he flipped through a red, leather bound book. Sendoh noticed no such change; he too was engulfed by the well of information within these books.
The day went by quickly and the sun rose again once more. And once more Hanamichi was in the library again at the very same spot the day before, he had dreamt of being a pilot and he knew that he had to be able to get into the academy before he could even get near a plane. He would see to that, he was sure. But for now, he could only immerse himself in the magnificent pictures and words. But he was contented to do just that for now. It was a test of patience before he could enter the academy.
Then two voices broke the peace. Hanamichi looked up from his book and looked at the two figures before him, they were jostling one another. One was moving in one direction, while the other was pulling him towards the shelf.
"No, you can meet him for all I care…" Rukawa whispered just loud enough for Sendoh to hear at the same time tugging his arm from Sendoh's grip.
"You promised that we will know him together!" an agitated Sendoh was on the verge of screaming.
Luckily for them, they were in a quiet deserted corner of the library. There was no one around except the three of them. They continued the struggle with one another and an amused Hanamichi continued watching. It was a free "show" after all.
"I can't remember," Rukawa gave a hard tug, tore away from Sendoh's vice- like grip and walked away briskly.
Sendoh gave a sigh, things were not supposed to work out this way. Sendoh lifted his tired eyes from the ground. Since he was already here, he might as well get to know the red head. Their eyes met as Sendoh looked up. Their gazes were locked together and after a brief second, they broke away. Then Sendoh gave Hanamichi a charming smile and shrug pointing in the direction where Rukawa had walked away in.
He walked up to the red head and stretched out his hand, " Hi, I am Sendoh Akira."
Caught by surprise, Hanamichi reached out for the outstretch hand without thinking. Then, he gave that warm hand a firm shake and replied blankly, "Sakuragi, Hanamichi Sakuragi."
"Nice to meet you," Sendoh continued.
Then Hanamichi returned the warm Sendoh with a smile too, "Nice to meet you too."
That was the beginning of a friendship…
Years past. It was summer when they had first met and it was already deep into the third winter they shared together. It was getting colder and colder with each passing day. But the friendship like a winter flower blossomed and flourished, a beautiful winter flower. The friendship do not only belong to Sendoh and Hanamichi, it too belong to that of Rukawa. He did not know how or why, but he was dragged into this friendship before he knew it, but he was more than willing. The new friend he had made, brought smiles and laughter onto his face (though it came often from insulting the red head), a thing that even Sendoh who had known the raven hair man for years could not do. Hanamichi was indeed a miracle dose for the sullen Rukawa.
It was days of immerse joy and happiness. This was the day after all the hard work; the three together with thousands were about to graduate. Sendoh, who had always been a brilliant student, did not fail to obtain honours in his exams. The other two did fairly well, at least well enough to get them into the academy.
While the rest rejoiced, Sendoh sneaked away pulling Hanamichi along.
Beads of sweat gleam on his forehead; it had been hard work slipping through the crowd when you are hundred and ninety centimetres. Finally, they came upon a quiet spot and Sendoh stopped and turned to face Hanamichi.
But before he could speak up, Hanamichi asked, " Hey, why did you pull me here?"
"I was about to tell you…" Sendoh mumbled to himself…
Rukawa stood alone in a corner of the room, drinking his punch and allowing the music to sink into his soul.
" Which rock band is this?" he thought silently to himself. He was half asleep when he saw two figures approaching in his direction.
" Can't I ever get silence?" Rukawa had a look of displeasure and decided to move away.
As he moved away, the two figures grew clearly, 'Hanamichi and Sendoh?" Rukawa mumbled to himself.
And he was right. He stood where he was and listened, he knew he should just mine his own business, but Sendoh looked very serious, too serious. Something must be wrong and he was not going to be the last one to know. He stayed where he was, watching. The crashing of the drums was deafening and the music started again and he could no longer make out the exchange between the two men. Sendoh had appeared to say something and then Rukawa registered a look of shocked on Hanamichi's face, and then later it turned into a smile. Sendoh reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Not once, had his sight shifted from Hanamichi's eyes and he handed the key to him. A puzzled looked crossed the red head's face. Then again, Sendoh dragged Hanamichi away. Rukawa followed them; his curiosity had got the better of him. They came to a garage nearby the academy, Sendoh pulled up the shutters and they entered the garage. Inside was a plane, the smell of paint hung in the air, it was a brand new plane, a beautiful plane.
" We will fly in her when we get our licence," Sendoh smiled as he declared his dream.
Hanamichi stood bewildered. He did not know how to react, what to say. This plane was a beauty. It would have been to anyone who loved planes.
Rukawa stood hidden, he gasped when he saw the plane, it was breathtaking. Its majestic and magnificence was beyond the description of words.
When he heard Sendoh used the word "we" Rukawa could hardly believed, "'we'? What had that mean, they are a pair? What about me?"
Before he could react, he watched Sendoh handing the key over to Hanamichi. The latter whispered a word of thanks. His voice was quivering, a tone of disbelief. To the horror of Rukawa, Hanamichi bend over and gave Sendoh a hug. It was not a normal hug between friends, it was a hug saved for lovers. Rukawa felt a sharp prick at that moment. He felt his pulse pounding quickly and there is a bitter feeling down his throat and pain followed.
"Why was he in the arms of another?" Rukawa questioned.
At that moment, he knew where the prick came from; from then, onwards he knew why he felt that prick. From then, onwards he knew the thorn could never be removed, unless he could bear the pain it brought along.
2.1.1 ~~~~~~
Issei_kun_@hotmail.com