Okay first, to answer some questions I have received in my e-mail. No this
will never turn in to a lemon okay? Also, no, I will not write one. Also, I
have been asked to include some shounen-ai into this fiction and well I'll
have to think about it. I don't want to give a harsh no, but I'll give a
blunt maybe okay? I'm really sorry this came out so late. Blame my school
and my exams, but also blame me. I have had some free time, but I was just
too lazy to write. Well summer is now here and I might be able to even
finish it.
P.S. That is not likely
Well on with the fiction!
She lay there, gasping for her breath. She felt so much pressure on her chest. It was harder and harder to breath. "Hey lady," a voice cried out, "you okay?" Hikari opened her mouth to answer but she couldn't talk. She was scared. She heard the stranger's voice, a masculine voice, swear to himself. He bent down and looked at her, "Lady!" he yelled.
Hikari's eyes fluttered open, "Hmm?" she managed to mutter.
"Thank God," said the man as he took out his cell phone and called the paramedics, "I thought I killed you," he added.
Hikari eyes closed again. It had all happen so fast. A person had grabbed her, she had tugged away as hard as she could, but the person's hand was strong yet, so familiar. Well, when the attempted kidnapper let go, she stumbled onto the street, and all she felt was pain when she rolled off the hood of the car. She tried to move her legs a pain shot through her. Hikari winced as she sat up, pain plaguing her waist, back, legs, and neck. The stranger put a hand on her back to prop her up. "Nani?" Hikari heard the stranger exclaim, "Hikari?"
She looked up and saw a very familiar face. "Ahhh! Koushiro?"
He retched for the fifth time, and he looked into the contents of the bag in front him and retched again. 'Stupid ship,' Yamato thought to himself, 'why am I on you anyways?' The ship wasn't a jet foil, but at least it wasn't an old junk either. It just seemed to toss in the waves a bit more than other boats would. Well it wasn't the ships fault either, there was a typhoon going on near Taiwan, so he couldn't blame anyone but nature. Yamato looked to his right and saw a man eating cup noodles! Here he his throwing up like there's no tomorrow and there's a man eating cup noodles while the ship bobbed up and down. But he noticed something awkward about the man. He was not eating them but sniffing them and drinking the soup bit by bit. Yamato looked more closely at the noodle-sniffing freak. He seemed, so familiar, the brown hair, the brown eyes, the foolish face. Suddenly, Yamato realized who the person was. "Eh?" Yamato shouted, "Daisuke?"
The man sniffing the noodles stopped and abruptly turned his head. He saw the brown-eyed man's mouth turn into a huge grin. "Hey!" Daisuke yelled, putting his fingers in a v-shape, spilling his noodles all over his lap in the process.
He stood there, silent, blinking in disbelief. There laid Mimi, high school sweetheart, and best friend, lying on the table.dead. Jyou took in a deep breath and pulled up a chair beside his immortally beloved and picked up her hand in his. Cold. Dead cold. He sniffled a bit and wiped a finger across his nose. He sat there, seconds seeming like minutes, minutes feeling like hours. He sat there, still, as if he was waiting for her to wake up. A nurse knocked on the door and came in, ready to aid him in the operations. "Dr. Kido I'm-"
"Not now," Jyou interrupted, his voice stern. "Not now."
He closed the door to the washroom. Looking around for something. He needed anything that could hurt someone. He needed anything that could kill someone. There was another person that he could take, take their life. Just like how they all took his. They never cared for him, thought he was meant to be alone. 'Well, when they die, they'll always be alone,' he thought, brown eyes reflecting in the mirror in front of him. 'Alone..'
Koushiro walked out of the washroom of the java corner he had brought Hikari too. He wanted to call the ambulance, but she insisted that she was okay. Sitting down, he looked at Hikari who had eyes that were puffy and red. Looking down on the table he saw little droplets of water scattered across the marble surface like morning dew. "Eh? Daijobu?" he asked and Hikari looked up. Wiping her eyes, she smiled, "Yeah, everything's fine. I'm okay."
"The table shows otherwise."
"Heh," Hikari laughed a bit, "really, I'm fine."
She wiped the table with the wrist of her coat, sniffling in the process. "Don't worry about anything," said Koushiro, "It'll all be okay. Well whatever you're worrying about, I'll be here don't worry."
Hikari nodded and smiled at him. Koushiro stood up," I'm going to the car and get my laptop, need to work some things out okay?"
Hikari nodded. Koushiro left and turned back and smiled at her. Leaning back Hikari tried to relax her head against the backboard. Instead, she hit another head behind her. "Ah! Gomen!" she exclaimed, but soon chocked on her words because the person behind her was Takeru with a very, very solemn face.
Daisuke walked of the washroom on the ship. Grinning he said, "It smells really funny in there." 'Still as err. amusing as every,' thought Yamato as he smiled back. Well not a full smile, more of a shaky muscle spasm at the corner of his mouth. The ship tossed up and down in the waves and Yamato felt sick again. "Daijobu?" Daisuke asked, "You look a bit green." 'If I only had gills," thought Yamato, "then I wouldn't have to travel on this damned ship.' I ship began to slow down and reached Macao harbour. Looking out in the distance he could see the tall Bank of China tower erected on the shores of Hong Kong. It was getting dark already as he walked off the ship and into the harbour. He was hungry but he didn't think his stomach could handle a full meal at the moment. Instead, he bought a bit of ice cream and grabbed a taxi. He got into the vehicle and handed the driver the address to Sora's house. Sitting back, he looked for a seatbelt. Sitting up a bit, he looked under and around him. He used what bit of broken Chinese he new to ask the driver where the seat belts were, "Lai dee on chun dai hou jou bean aa?" "Relax you don't need any," the driver replied in plain English. Embarrassed that he had assumed that just because the person was Chinese, he would know no English at all, he said, "Sorry about that. Really? You don't need seatbelts." "Seatbelts are for safety not for rules," the driver replied sounding annoyed. Yamato decided to shut himself up for the rest of the ride. After about 15 minutes the driver pulled up to what seemed to be Sora's house. The rain that had begun a few minutes ago was running her house's image a bit, but he could still see the beauty of it. Sora had bought a house that imitated the old Victorian construction. It had a roof with tiles a brick brown colour and the walls were a light red. There was a balcony a floor up that was decorated with furniture, furniture that was getting wet. Grabbing his suitcase out of the back of the taxi, he handed the driver his fee and ran up the stairs to Sora's door. He hadn't seen her in such a long. Did he look okay? Was his hair screwed up from the rain? He remembered Sora dropping the phone, and there was no time to waste. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Taichi walked out of the restaurant that he had just had dinner at and began walking down the street. The many cars of Macao never seemed to go home. Always busy, rushing, and with headlights blaring down the street. Looking into the stars of his night sky, his eyes reflected the light that was emitted from the streetlights and the moon. He missed her so much. He wanted to hold her in his arms again and looking into her red eyes for one more time. Just once more. If only she didn't hate him now. He'd been so selfish always loving a soccer ball more than he loved her. 'If only I hadn't been so foolish!' he thought banging his fist onto a handrail by the street. (Yes there are handrails beside the streets in Macao!) 'If I hadn't been such a fool I would still have her. She would still love me!' A saline drop of pain a sorrow leaked from his eye and splattered onto the ground. 'If only, if only, she would still love me.'
He'd knocked twice. There hadn't been an answer. He knocked harder this time. "Sora?" he called out. He began knocking non-stop now, with both fists. "Just a minute!" he heard a feminine voice call out from above him. Stepping back, he looked up into a window. Using his hand to shield he saw something that almost made his nose bleed. There was Sora with her back towards him, and she was well without clothing. Yamato gasped and covered his eyes. 'I can't look,' he thought, 'that's perverted. Well maybe just a little peek.' He made a little crack in between his finger so he could look at the window again, but she was gone. "Hello? Is anybody here?" Sora was wearing a red robe and looking through the door she had opened. "Sora?" Yamato called out as rain pounded on his head soaking his hair. "Yama?" Sora yelled in surprise, "Come in, come in!" Yamato ran up the stairs almost slipping, he stammered into Sora's house. Shutting the door behind her, Sora ran to the closet to fetch Yamato a towel. Handing it to him, she asked, "What are you doing here?" Yamato began drying his hair and suddenly felt very awkward; he felt like he should of brought something with him. "Uh. I just came to check on you." "What?" "Yeah you know, to see if you were umm.okay." Yamato now felt very awkward. Suddenly, he sneezed. "Get in the living room, it's warmer there," Sora said, a frown appearing on her face, "you'll catch a cold soon if you stand here." Yamato followed Sora's lead into her living room, which was beautifully decorated with rugs and urns from different countries, and in the centre of the ceiling there hung a chandelier. They both sat down and they both were quiet for a while. Yamato opened his mouth so say something, but Sora got up and made her way to the kitchen. Turning she said, "Making tea, want some?" "Uh, yeah, sure, thanks." "Alright, be right back." Yamato slouched on the couch now noticed that he was dripping all over the floor and the couch he was seated on. "Uh, Sora?" he called out, "Mind if I use your washroom for a shower?" "Sure go ahead!" Sora yelled from the kitchen, "It's up the stairs and to your left!" Yamato opened his suitcase and picked up some clothes, toiletries, and a towel and made his way up the stairs. After he found the shower, he undressed, and got into the shower. Letting the water drop onto his body, he began to think of why he was here. He wanted to make sure Sora was all right, well he saw she was all right. Maybe he should ask her some questions later just to make sure. His mind began to wander about Sora, to Sora in a robe, to Sora without a robe. He felt the warm water running down his head. The Shower was different from the cold hard rain. 'Uh oh, hard.' Yamato thought. Blushing, he reached out and turned the water from warm to cold.
'Damn it!' he thought as he peered thought the bushes. Some damn idiot had gone inside Sora's house. He couldn't go in now. 'Well that's just fine,' he thought, 'I will just find someone else to kill.' He turned around and made his way to the house of Inoue Miyako.
P.S. That is not likely
Well on with the fiction!
She lay there, gasping for her breath. She felt so much pressure on her chest. It was harder and harder to breath. "Hey lady," a voice cried out, "you okay?" Hikari opened her mouth to answer but she couldn't talk. She was scared. She heard the stranger's voice, a masculine voice, swear to himself. He bent down and looked at her, "Lady!" he yelled.
Hikari's eyes fluttered open, "Hmm?" she managed to mutter.
"Thank God," said the man as he took out his cell phone and called the paramedics, "I thought I killed you," he added.
Hikari eyes closed again. It had all happen so fast. A person had grabbed her, she had tugged away as hard as she could, but the person's hand was strong yet, so familiar. Well, when the attempted kidnapper let go, she stumbled onto the street, and all she felt was pain when she rolled off the hood of the car. She tried to move her legs a pain shot through her. Hikari winced as she sat up, pain plaguing her waist, back, legs, and neck. The stranger put a hand on her back to prop her up. "Nani?" Hikari heard the stranger exclaim, "Hikari?"
She looked up and saw a very familiar face. "Ahhh! Koushiro?"
He retched for the fifth time, and he looked into the contents of the bag in front him and retched again. 'Stupid ship,' Yamato thought to himself, 'why am I on you anyways?' The ship wasn't a jet foil, but at least it wasn't an old junk either. It just seemed to toss in the waves a bit more than other boats would. Well it wasn't the ships fault either, there was a typhoon going on near Taiwan, so he couldn't blame anyone but nature. Yamato looked to his right and saw a man eating cup noodles! Here he his throwing up like there's no tomorrow and there's a man eating cup noodles while the ship bobbed up and down. But he noticed something awkward about the man. He was not eating them but sniffing them and drinking the soup bit by bit. Yamato looked more closely at the noodle-sniffing freak. He seemed, so familiar, the brown hair, the brown eyes, the foolish face. Suddenly, Yamato realized who the person was. "Eh?" Yamato shouted, "Daisuke?"
The man sniffing the noodles stopped and abruptly turned his head. He saw the brown-eyed man's mouth turn into a huge grin. "Hey!" Daisuke yelled, putting his fingers in a v-shape, spilling his noodles all over his lap in the process.
He stood there, silent, blinking in disbelief. There laid Mimi, high school sweetheart, and best friend, lying on the table.dead. Jyou took in a deep breath and pulled up a chair beside his immortally beloved and picked up her hand in his. Cold. Dead cold. He sniffled a bit and wiped a finger across his nose. He sat there, seconds seeming like minutes, minutes feeling like hours. He sat there, still, as if he was waiting for her to wake up. A nurse knocked on the door and came in, ready to aid him in the operations. "Dr. Kido I'm-"
"Not now," Jyou interrupted, his voice stern. "Not now."
He closed the door to the washroom. Looking around for something. He needed anything that could hurt someone. He needed anything that could kill someone. There was another person that he could take, take their life. Just like how they all took his. They never cared for him, thought he was meant to be alone. 'Well, when they die, they'll always be alone,' he thought, brown eyes reflecting in the mirror in front of him. 'Alone..'
Koushiro walked out of the washroom of the java corner he had brought Hikari too. He wanted to call the ambulance, but she insisted that she was okay. Sitting down, he looked at Hikari who had eyes that were puffy and red. Looking down on the table he saw little droplets of water scattered across the marble surface like morning dew. "Eh? Daijobu?" he asked and Hikari looked up. Wiping her eyes, she smiled, "Yeah, everything's fine. I'm okay."
"The table shows otherwise."
"Heh," Hikari laughed a bit, "really, I'm fine."
She wiped the table with the wrist of her coat, sniffling in the process. "Don't worry about anything," said Koushiro, "It'll all be okay. Well whatever you're worrying about, I'll be here don't worry."
Hikari nodded and smiled at him. Koushiro stood up," I'm going to the car and get my laptop, need to work some things out okay?"
Hikari nodded. Koushiro left and turned back and smiled at her. Leaning back Hikari tried to relax her head against the backboard. Instead, she hit another head behind her. "Ah! Gomen!" she exclaimed, but soon chocked on her words because the person behind her was Takeru with a very, very solemn face.
Daisuke walked of the washroom on the ship. Grinning he said, "It smells really funny in there." 'Still as err. amusing as every,' thought Yamato as he smiled back. Well not a full smile, more of a shaky muscle spasm at the corner of his mouth. The ship tossed up and down in the waves and Yamato felt sick again. "Daijobu?" Daisuke asked, "You look a bit green." 'If I only had gills," thought Yamato, "then I wouldn't have to travel on this damned ship.' I ship began to slow down and reached Macao harbour. Looking out in the distance he could see the tall Bank of China tower erected on the shores of Hong Kong. It was getting dark already as he walked off the ship and into the harbour. He was hungry but he didn't think his stomach could handle a full meal at the moment. Instead, he bought a bit of ice cream and grabbed a taxi. He got into the vehicle and handed the driver the address to Sora's house. Sitting back, he looked for a seatbelt. Sitting up a bit, he looked under and around him. He used what bit of broken Chinese he new to ask the driver where the seat belts were, "Lai dee on chun dai hou jou bean aa?" "Relax you don't need any," the driver replied in plain English. Embarrassed that he had assumed that just because the person was Chinese, he would know no English at all, he said, "Sorry about that. Really? You don't need seatbelts." "Seatbelts are for safety not for rules," the driver replied sounding annoyed. Yamato decided to shut himself up for the rest of the ride. After about 15 minutes the driver pulled up to what seemed to be Sora's house. The rain that had begun a few minutes ago was running her house's image a bit, but he could still see the beauty of it. Sora had bought a house that imitated the old Victorian construction. It had a roof with tiles a brick brown colour and the walls were a light red. There was a balcony a floor up that was decorated with furniture, furniture that was getting wet. Grabbing his suitcase out of the back of the taxi, he handed the driver his fee and ran up the stairs to Sora's door. He hadn't seen her in such a long. Did he look okay? Was his hair screwed up from the rain? He remembered Sora dropping the phone, and there was no time to waste. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Taichi walked out of the restaurant that he had just had dinner at and began walking down the street. The many cars of Macao never seemed to go home. Always busy, rushing, and with headlights blaring down the street. Looking into the stars of his night sky, his eyes reflected the light that was emitted from the streetlights and the moon. He missed her so much. He wanted to hold her in his arms again and looking into her red eyes for one more time. Just once more. If only she didn't hate him now. He'd been so selfish always loving a soccer ball more than he loved her. 'If only I hadn't been so foolish!' he thought banging his fist onto a handrail by the street. (Yes there are handrails beside the streets in Macao!) 'If I hadn't been such a fool I would still have her. She would still love me!' A saline drop of pain a sorrow leaked from his eye and splattered onto the ground. 'If only, if only, she would still love me.'
He'd knocked twice. There hadn't been an answer. He knocked harder this time. "Sora?" he called out. He began knocking non-stop now, with both fists. "Just a minute!" he heard a feminine voice call out from above him. Stepping back, he looked up into a window. Using his hand to shield he saw something that almost made his nose bleed. There was Sora with her back towards him, and she was well without clothing. Yamato gasped and covered his eyes. 'I can't look,' he thought, 'that's perverted. Well maybe just a little peek.' He made a little crack in between his finger so he could look at the window again, but she was gone. "Hello? Is anybody here?" Sora was wearing a red robe and looking through the door she had opened. "Sora?" Yamato called out as rain pounded on his head soaking his hair. "Yama?" Sora yelled in surprise, "Come in, come in!" Yamato ran up the stairs almost slipping, he stammered into Sora's house. Shutting the door behind her, Sora ran to the closet to fetch Yamato a towel. Handing it to him, she asked, "What are you doing here?" Yamato began drying his hair and suddenly felt very awkward; he felt like he should of brought something with him. "Uh. I just came to check on you." "What?" "Yeah you know, to see if you were umm.okay." Yamato now felt very awkward. Suddenly, he sneezed. "Get in the living room, it's warmer there," Sora said, a frown appearing on her face, "you'll catch a cold soon if you stand here." Yamato followed Sora's lead into her living room, which was beautifully decorated with rugs and urns from different countries, and in the centre of the ceiling there hung a chandelier. They both sat down and they both were quiet for a while. Yamato opened his mouth so say something, but Sora got up and made her way to the kitchen. Turning she said, "Making tea, want some?" "Uh, yeah, sure, thanks." "Alright, be right back." Yamato slouched on the couch now noticed that he was dripping all over the floor and the couch he was seated on. "Uh, Sora?" he called out, "Mind if I use your washroom for a shower?" "Sure go ahead!" Sora yelled from the kitchen, "It's up the stairs and to your left!" Yamato opened his suitcase and picked up some clothes, toiletries, and a towel and made his way up the stairs. After he found the shower, he undressed, and got into the shower. Letting the water drop onto his body, he began to think of why he was here. He wanted to make sure Sora was all right, well he saw she was all right. Maybe he should ask her some questions later just to make sure. His mind began to wander about Sora, to Sora in a robe, to Sora without a robe. He felt the warm water running down his head. The Shower was different from the cold hard rain. 'Uh oh, hard.' Yamato thought. Blushing, he reached out and turned the water from warm to cold.
'Damn it!' he thought as he peered thought the bushes. Some damn idiot had gone inside Sora's house. He couldn't go in now. 'Well that's just fine,' he thought, 'I will just find someone else to kill.' He turned around and made his way to the house of Inoue Miyako.
