I wish I own Slam dunk.
Thanks to sLL, babypooh, angel007, Zackire, and F5C for reviewing my fic….and to the anonymous person too…
A lot of people don't know what requiem means (I tried the Fanfiction.net dictionary but it was not listed). Here's a snippet of my explanation to sLL:
"about the requiem bit, it's a musical composition for the dead. basically what my title is saying is that the song for the dead is for the dead. it's supposed to reflect hanamichi's sorrow and suicidal emotions...a tune that he's singing is not yet appropriate for him."
I surrender, it's going to be yaoi. But it's not going to be SenHana…If you don't like yaoi, first of all, I'm not good with romantic scenes so I'm probably going to let Angel do them. Second, if I ever write those scenes, I never go past kissing. And, last, if my schedule permits, I'm going to write a non-yaoi version starting this chapter. That's all for now…no flames please.
Requiem for the Dead
Chapter IV
Windows of the Soul
"Mizuki-sensei, can I please go in?" A dark-haired youth pleaded to the skeptical doctor. He hesitated, tapping his foot on the floor, but decided to give in to him. Judging from his expression, the tall young man was desperate to see the patient, permission or not.
Rukawa Kaede gingerly stepped into the quiet room, his heart pounding for no apparent reason. He had done this at least several times since the redhead's confinement, but the same feeling washed over him upon entering.
He saw the bandage on Hanamichi's wrist. He pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed, watching for the teammate's reaction. None whatsoever came, and Hanamichi just stared at the sky through the faraway window.
Hanamichi…
Rukawa's eyes widened in shock as Hanamichi suddenly asked him out of the blue, "Who are you? Why do you keep visiting?" He then brought his hand to his face and clawed at the bandages on his wrist. "Is it because of this? Is it? Are you worried I'll do it again?" Rukawa snatched Hanamichi's hand away from him. "Baka! You'll open the wound!" "Let go of me!" Hanamichi struggled in Rukawa's strong grip. His brown eyes flashed with anger, which quickly melted into regret when he saw Rukawa's face.
Why do you look at me like that? Why do you care?
He'd been bleeding profusely in the washroom when Rukawa found him. He quickly tore a long strip from his shirt and wrapped it tightly above Hanamichi's wrist to help stop the bleeding. His eyes took note of the great crimson puddle around the redhead. He took another piece of cloth to press to the wound to stoop the blood from spurting out. He screamed for help cradling Hanamichi all the while. "Hana…Hana…Help! Somebody, help!"
The blood drenched Rukawa's clothes, staining them dark red. Hanamichi lay limp in his arms, making no sound. He suddenly started thrashing wildly, flailing his limbs at Rukawa. He quickly grabbed Hanamichi's other hand and then tore the blade from him, flinging it as far as he could. Hanamichi saw it and reached for it, trying to wrestle himself free from Rukawa.
"No! Let me…It's all I have left! No!!"
"Hana!"
Rukawa had to use all his strength to restrain Hanamichi, whose sheer power was overwhelming. He let Hanamichi go for a second, who promptly lunged for the blade, but then, Rukawa used the momentum to pin him to the floor. "Stop it Hana!" He clutched Hanamichi's face and forced him to look at him. "See, it's me Hana! It's me!" Hanamichi gazed at him, the blue eyes etched in his memory. "Hana, Hana…" Rukawa's voice broke and he hugged Hanamichi as if his life depended on it. "Hana…" He murmured softly, stroking those red locks.
Hanamichi clung to him, tears falling from his eyes. Who are you? Why do you care? He's waiting for me, let me go! "I can't lose you again Hana," Rukawa whispered.
As he was rushed to the emergency room, Rukawa ran alongside the gurney, holding Hanamichi's hand tightly. As he felt his eyelids grow heavy, he heard Rukawa's voice distinctly say, "I'll never let you go Hana!"
He broke away from Rukawa's penetrating gaze. He was scalded by its intensity, swallowing him in its depths. He then felt Rukawa's arms encircle him, gathering him into his comforting embrace. He winced inwardly when he heard his name, "Hanamichi…"
He felt that those blue eyes had triggered something in him. Somehow, this person was so near, yet so far. In a sea of faceless shadows, he was the only one who stood out and gave off some sort of light. He was shining, like he was the end of Hanamichi's dark tunnel. His arms were wide open, calling for him. Hanamichi was surprised as a name rolled off his tongue.
"Rukawa."
The person hugging him suddenly stiffened then held him at arm's length. His face held a mix of joy and disbelief, with his azure eyes searching Hanamichi's face, as if scrutinizing every detail of it. He whispered hoarsely, "Hanamichi, I've found you! I've found you!" He once again pulled him into his embrace, enfolding him into its warmth.
I don't know who you are, or what you were to me…but I feel safe in your arms…so please stay, don't leave me alone again…
To be continued…
Sorry, I'm not good with mushy scenes. I'm messing up my story…darn…Please give feedback again; it encourages me and gives me ideas to continue. I hope you guys don't get confused with the flashbacks. Thanks!