Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer. I don't own Samurai Troopers, though I wish I did. Do not sue me, cuz I'm dead broke, and you won't squeeze nothin' outta me. ^^
This fic is Shounen-ai, as in gay, homosexual, yaoi, whatever you call it. Do not flame me because you don't like this. As many wise people have said, if you don't like, don't read it. R & R please!
Character Names (for those who don't know Samurai Troopers)
Ryo = Ryo
Rowen = Touma
Sage = Seiji
Kento = Shuu
Cye = Shin
Now on to the story!
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Too Late
By Sanada Mirako
Chapter 1: Defeat
It was raining. Grey clouds flew across the sky, cold drops of water falling mercilessly on the earth. Ryo lay on the hill, his sapphire-blue eyes closed, letting the rain hit him on its descent. No matter how cold it was, or how wet, or how sick he got, no force on earth could make him go back into that house.
"Ryo?"
Except maybe Touma. No! Ryo berated himself, not Touma! Touma leads to heartache, to pain…but still Ryo looked up, to see a very anxious looking archer staring at him, eyes filled with worry. Ryo's common sense, for the first time, won over his selfless nature, and he resolutely turned on his side, not caring that these were his favorite jeans getting unnaturally dirty, or that it would take the good part of an hour to get the mud out of his hair. "Go away, Touma." He muttered thickly. Tears slid unhindered down his face, mixing with the rainwater.
Ryo's odd behavior drew Touma even closer, instead of Ryo's desired effect, and Touma placed a reassuring hand on Ryo's shoulder. It tore his heart when he felt the shudders going through his friend's body; he felt, rather than saw, Ryo's tears. "Come on, Ryo. You're going to get sick." A drip of water fell unchecked from Touma's middle lock of hair, splashing into Ryo's ink-black strands.
"I'm quite happy where I am; it seems to suit my mood perfectly." Came the reply.
"I know you hate the rain, on top of it being against your element, you always used to say that you believed that a terrible tragedy happens when it rains; so terrible that even the earth cries over the loss."
" Like I said, it suits my mood perfectly, Touma. I cry over my loss, and the earth cries with me. Now go away."
Touma began to press more insistently, "What did you lose? All I did was answer a stupid question, and you all of a sudden clam up, and run outside," More like his soul died, Touma thought morosely to himself, The light died from his eyes…now what did I do wrong to cause this to him?!
Caught up in his thoughts, Touma didn't realize that Ryo had stood up, an angry glint in his eyes, and a smirk on his face, though it seemed more directed at himself than to him, " You don't know? Well, if you don't know, you can figure it out yourself!" Ryo pushed Touma, hard enough that he skidded a good three feet in the slippery mud. By the time Touma had orientated himself, Ryo was gone.
" Ryo…"
Tears continued to slip down his cheeks, as he ran blindly through the forest. Exhausted, he fell down in a grove of pines. Of course, to Touma, it was only an innocent question; how could even a genius know what was going on through Ryo's mind at the time?
He had realized he loved the blue archer when he was 14, 2 years ago. Touma's sarcastic wit had humored him, while his insatiable knowledge always made him seem a cut above the rest. The times when Touma would open up to him, and get to know Touma as the human behind the 250 IQ, made him want to protect this boy for the rest of his life. He loved to tug that lock of hair that always seemed to tickle his nose. He loved the fact that Touma could never wake up before 11 in the morning. 2 years of hiding this had driven Ryo a knife's edge from insanity; the guarding, carefully watching what you said, suppressing the urge to hug him when he got home, or kiss him when he was asleep. He had resolved to tell Touma, for as much the hope that they could live together, as it was a cure for the hell Ryo had driven himself into. But Touma destroyed that hope, when Ryo asked him what he thought of homosexuals. Touma's answer still rung in Ryo's mind, as clear as when it was said, "My father always tells me that homosexuals, or they, as he referred to them, were immoral, and unnatural. He always said that nature created a male and a female of the same species to have children, and that when it wasn't done this way, weird things would happen, because the matching was not meant to happen. Like, a mule is a crossbreed, and they're infertile, because its parents were not supposed to have met, and as a result, healthy, fertile offspring cannot be produced. It's the same thing with homosexuals, I guess, because they can't even have kids."
Each word Touma said killed what hope he had that maybe, just maybe, Touma might love him back: They, unnatural, immoral. Ryo lost his resolve to tell Touma that he had fallen in love with the archer, knowing for sure that Touma would look at him not as even someone he knew, but as a 'they', an 'unnatural' and 'immoral' person. So Ryo had done what came to him first, he had fled the house, into the storm outside.
Ryo returned to the house, well after dark, soaking wet to the skin, eyes red and swollen from crying. He quietly climbed the stairs, and entered his room, where he stripped himself, dried off, and got ready for bed. Ryo never noticed that he was not the only one up. When he finally fell asleep, a figure quietly entered the room, tucking in the bearer of Rekka, and brushing back his damp black hair. He noticed a piece of paper on the bedside table, and took it back out for better lighting to read it. In a familiar scrawl, it said:
Hope, Dreams, Lost.
Shattered on the rocks of controversy.
Broken like glass.
Not shining anymore, dull, with cutting edges.
They are painful to touch, but I cannot stop myself;
these broken pieces are all I have left.
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There we go! Chapter One of my first story! R&R, kudasai! I know it's kinda short, but as the story continues (if it continues; if I get a lot of 'your writing sux! U should stop writing for the sanity of all around u!' messages, yeah, I'll just cut this really, really short. Until next time!
~Sanada Mirako~