A/N: This is my first Yami fic so please be kind!*sob!* For now the rating
will stay G but may get updated to PG-13.I mean, please, the manga itself
gets pretty violent.I'm also introducing two OC, who'll play a rather
central role to the story.Anyways, enough blabbing, enjoy!
Prologue: I Hate You
The bed seemed too soft today. And too squishy.yes, definitely too squishy. And plastic-ey.Weird. And why were there people in his bedroom, running and screaming and shouting?
He blinked his eyes bemusedly. Someone was hugging him tight around the waist and as he looked down, he saw a pair dark grey eyes. So dark that it was almost black. There was a soft look to them, full with love, happiness and as he stared at those eyes in fascination, that same pair of eyes slowly became clouded with something he saw too often in his profession, something he hated to see and strived to avert.
He saw encroaching death.
"Kyo." He breathed. In a rush, everything that happened the last few minutes played fast-forward in his mind like a bad Tarantino script. He remembered flames, the cabinet lying heavily against his legs. and Kyo.
The scene around him made sense now. They were lying on that inflated firemen rescue bed, in the school courtyard and in a ring around them, the firemen were pushing away the curious onlookers and shocked and horrified friends. He also saw the large piece of wood, almost like a stake, protruding from Kyo's back. The stake was so long and huge that it seemed almost obscene. Nothing that ugly should hurt nor mar his Kyo like that.
Tears filled his eyes that had nothing to do with the pain from his broken legs and the further injury caused to them from jumping out of a 4-storey building.
"Why? Kyo, why?" he sobbed. He hugged the broken and staked body closer to him and tried with all the love in his being, to inject life into that body.
Kyo smiled, the smile which had always made him smile in return, but was now flecked with blood. "I did nothing that you wouldn't have done yourself." His voice was soft and his eyes showed that he knew death was coming and accepted it. For how can he change fate?
"You promised me. You promised me would be together, always!"
His voice rang out across the courtyard, filled with anguish that silenced the firemen and onlookers as one. All that was discernible now was the crackling and snapping of flames and the shallow, stuttering breathing of the dying.
"Gomen, sensei, gomen." the last "gomen" could barely be heard as those beautiful eyes fluttered close and the delicate hand that had clutched his coat so fiercely was now loosened by death.
He couldn't cry. Somehow he couldn't. He wanted to though. He wanted with all his might to scream his rage at the world which dared to take his only love away from him.
But he couldn't.
He tugged the lifeless body closer and rubbed his cheek against that soft silky hair that obscured those closed eyes like a final curtain. It was a familiar and affectionate gesture that he used to be fond of doing.
And he was finally able to show his grief.
"I hate you."
~to be continued~
A/N: So how did you guys like it? Should I continue or should I be tarred and feathered and run out of town?? ^ 0 ^
Prologue: I Hate You
The bed seemed too soft today. And too squishy.yes, definitely too squishy. And plastic-ey.Weird. And why were there people in his bedroom, running and screaming and shouting?
He blinked his eyes bemusedly. Someone was hugging him tight around the waist and as he looked down, he saw a pair dark grey eyes. So dark that it was almost black. There was a soft look to them, full with love, happiness and as he stared at those eyes in fascination, that same pair of eyes slowly became clouded with something he saw too often in his profession, something he hated to see and strived to avert.
He saw encroaching death.
"Kyo." He breathed. In a rush, everything that happened the last few minutes played fast-forward in his mind like a bad Tarantino script. He remembered flames, the cabinet lying heavily against his legs. and Kyo.
The scene around him made sense now. They were lying on that inflated firemen rescue bed, in the school courtyard and in a ring around them, the firemen were pushing away the curious onlookers and shocked and horrified friends. He also saw the large piece of wood, almost like a stake, protruding from Kyo's back. The stake was so long and huge that it seemed almost obscene. Nothing that ugly should hurt nor mar his Kyo like that.
Tears filled his eyes that had nothing to do with the pain from his broken legs and the further injury caused to them from jumping out of a 4-storey building.
"Why? Kyo, why?" he sobbed. He hugged the broken and staked body closer to him and tried with all the love in his being, to inject life into that body.
Kyo smiled, the smile which had always made him smile in return, but was now flecked with blood. "I did nothing that you wouldn't have done yourself." His voice was soft and his eyes showed that he knew death was coming and accepted it. For how can he change fate?
"You promised me. You promised me would be together, always!"
His voice rang out across the courtyard, filled with anguish that silenced the firemen and onlookers as one. All that was discernible now was the crackling and snapping of flames and the shallow, stuttering breathing of the dying.
"Gomen, sensei, gomen." the last "gomen" could barely be heard as those beautiful eyes fluttered close and the delicate hand that had clutched his coat so fiercely was now loosened by death.
He couldn't cry. Somehow he couldn't. He wanted to though. He wanted with all his might to scream his rage at the world which dared to take his only love away from him.
But he couldn't.
He tugged the lifeless body closer and rubbed his cheek against that soft silky hair that obscured those closed eyes like a final curtain. It was a familiar and affectionate gesture that he used to be fond of doing.
And he was finally able to show his grief.
"I hate you."
~to be continued~
A/N: So how did you guys like it? Should I continue or should I be tarred and feathered and run out of town?? ^ 0 ^