Author's Notes....Thankyou for the reviews! No It's not a movie crossover, I haven't even seen that movie yet, is that the one with Ewan Mc Gregor?......And someone is trying to kill someone, It just might not be shu! ^_^ Anyway, part 2...... Again, slightly AU and OOC behavior....
Memento....Pt 2
Soft sobbing broke through the empty room as the young man curled in on himself. " I want to go home." he whispered, his arms wrapping around his legs dejectedly. "Why haven't they come for me?" The sound of the door opening made him look up in terror, his eyes coming to rest on the one who entered. It was always him. He was the only one who ever came, he said he was the only one who cared. The others weren't coming. The never would. Not for him. Not for the one who'd betrayed them. It was his fault. All his fault.....
Snapping awake, Shuichi quickly scouted the room he was in, reassuring himself this wasn't the same room. The man wasn't here. The thought confused him, he didn't know what the dream meant. His breathing slowed down and he looked around the room, his eyes stopping on the body of Seguchi Tohma. That was another thing that confused him. Why was Tohma here? What was Tohma doing dragging him half way around the country before stopping in the smallest inn he could find. The thought left his head as the president shifted slightly in his sleep and a whimper broke free of his lips. Shuichi remembered the blood and frowned, moving towards the sleeping blonde. He had barely pulled back the bedsheets, eyeing the bandages that covered the president's chest and ribs when the man woke and grabbed Shuichi's arm twisting it to throw the intruder away from himself. Shuichi yelped and the blonde stopped, his hand still on the pink haired boy's wrist. "Shindo-san?" he asked sleepily, letting the young man go and struggling to sit up without aggravating his ribs. "What are you doing?"
"I don't understand..." Shuichi spoke softly, his hand still held in the elder's grasp. "What are we doing? Why are we running?" Tohma's eyes clouded over as he reguared his employee silently. An uncomfortable moment passed between the two before the blonde was forced to look away. "I can't tell you that Shuichi. You just have to trust me." Shuichi blinked, and opened his mouth to speak as the president shifted to the other side of the bed and slowly stood, his arm again wrapping around his stomach. He reached a hand for his button down shirt he'd obviously removed the night before, and Shuichi gasped. The shirt was filthy! Covered in blood, dirt and only god and Tohma knew what else. "What happened to you?" he asked breathlessly, his eyes riveted to the almost ruined shirt. Tohma blinked at the question, concern evident in his eyes. "You don't remember?" A shake of his head and Shuichi felt fear. What didn't he remember? What in hell was going on?
Oblivious to the pink haired boy's thoughts Tohma froze. "You don't....remember...Then..it was true. They were telling the truth..." he stopped in his mumbled thoughts and turned towards the door, alarmed. "Shuichi! We have to leave." The door burst in as he spoke, and three dark clad figures rushed in, separating Shuichi from the NG president in little more than seconds. "Schuichi!" Tohma yelled, a throwing knife in his hand. He ducked the swing of the one closest to him and side stepped an attempt to slice his head off, running head first into the third one who's arm was outstretched towards Shuichi, one hand on his wrist. The two went down and Tohma turned his head to the pink haired boy, "Run Shuichi!" Not needing to be told twice, the boy ran, not stopping even as he heard Tohma's scream.
Memento....Pt 2
Soft sobbing broke through the empty room as the young man curled in on himself. " I want to go home." he whispered, his arms wrapping around his legs dejectedly. "Why haven't they come for me?" The sound of the door opening made him look up in terror, his eyes coming to rest on the one who entered. It was always him. He was the only one who ever came, he said he was the only one who cared. The others weren't coming. The never would. Not for him. Not for the one who'd betrayed them. It was his fault. All his fault.....
Snapping awake, Shuichi quickly scouted the room he was in, reassuring himself this wasn't the same room. The man wasn't here. The thought confused him, he didn't know what the dream meant. His breathing slowed down and he looked around the room, his eyes stopping on the body of Seguchi Tohma. That was another thing that confused him. Why was Tohma here? What was Tohma doing dragging him half way around the country before stopping in the smallest inn he could find. The thought left his head as the president shifted slightly in his sleep and a whimper broke free of his lips. Shuichi remembered the blood and frowned, moving towards the sleeping blonde. He had barely pulled back the bedsheets, eyeing the bandages that covered the president's chest and ribs when the man woke and grabbed Shuichi's arm twisting it to throw the intruder away from himself. Shuichi yelped and the blonde stopped, his hand still on the pink haired boy's wrist. "Shindo-san?" he asked sleepily, letting the young man go and struggling to sit up without aggravating his ribs. "What are you doing?"
"I don't understand..." Shuichi spoke softly, his hand still held in the elder's grasp. "What are we doing? Why are we running?" Tohma's eyes clouded over as he reguared his employee silently. An uncomfortable moment passed between the two before the blonde was forced to look away. "I can't tell you that Shuichi. You just have to trust me." Shuichi blinked, and opened his mouth to speak as the president shifted to the other side of the bed and slowly stood, his arm again wrapping around his stomach. He reached a hand for his button down shirt he'd obviously removed the night before, and Shuichi gasped. The shirt was filthy! Covered in blood, dirt and only god and Tohma knew what else. "What happened to you?" he asked breathlessly, his eyes riveted to the almost ruined shirt. Tohma blinked at the question, concern evident in his eyes. "You don't remember?" A shake of his head and Shuichi felt fear. What didn't he remember? What in hell was going on?
Oblivious to the pink haired boy's thoughts Tohma froze. "You don't....remember...Then..it was true. They were telling the truth..." he stopped in his mumbled thoughts and turned towards the door, alarmed. "Shuichi! We have to leave." The door burst in as he spoke, and three dark clad figures rushed in, separating Shuichi from the NG president in little more than seconds. "Schuichi!" Tohma yelled, a throwing knife in his hand. He ducked the swing of the one closest to him and side stepped an attempt to slice his head off, running head first into the third one who's arm was outstretched towards Shuichi, one hand on his wrist. The two went down and Tohma turned his head to the pink haired boy, "Run Shuichi!" Not needing to be told twice, the boy ran, not stopping even as he heard Tohma's scream.