Yo! Just a few words at the beginning:
At first it was just an open-end one shoot story and I'm really thankful to those who asked me to continue =D I felt really honoured and my ambition to write a story that is not written in my mothertongue came back *g*
By the way, my grammar is sometimes really horrible and some of my vocabularies aren't used in the right way either.. I'm sorry ^_^;; I'll work on it.
Chapter #2 - Water and Blood
I don't know if I'm awake any longer. I just feel the warm flood of water surrounding me, drenching my clothes. I sink a little deeper into the water, into the warm, lulling fluid that assures me that I don't have to worry anymore about anything. My ears slowly disappear, my chin, my mouth, my nose. I can't breath but that doesn't matter. I'm too sleepy to come up again. Something pulls me down.
I guess it's Gravitation.
Yuki tried to enter once more. With his whole weight he slammed his body against the door keeping him out of the room. "SHUICHI!"
He retried, again and again. The apartment had a good quality, so had the wood the doors were made of. Suddenly the ankles of the door first creaked than cracked. The blond hair novelist stood in the middle of the room looking into the bath tube where his little friend lie. The hair soaked with water, like the clothes that stuck onto to the pale skin. The transparent to blue-green (that's the case if the bath salts that are smelling like a sunny day and which Shuichi likes so much are mixed into it) water is pervaded with little, levitating reddish strings. A slight orange assembles where Shiuichi's arms lie. The pale face, embraced with dull red, seems to be a sleeping mask of wax. The lips and skin were covered by a bluish shade.
For a moment Yuki did nothing else than staring at this scene. Then he woke up from his shock trembling. He ran to Shiuchi, grabbed his young friend, carried him out of the bath into the living room. He laid him down on the couch, sat down right beside Shuichi stroking through the wet strands while taking the telephone and calling an ambulance. He didn't speak a lot. When a gentle voice told him that he was connected to the ambulance station he just told her - very rudely - the address and that they should hurry up. Grumbling he banged the phone on the accumulator.
More calm than before he attended Shuichi again, lifted him into his arms. "Shhhh.. don't worry.. they'll come soon..."
He himself didn't know if he really wanted to tell Shuichi that he would be safe by then or just himself to assure that his friend would survive.
He tried to do some first aid. Fortunately the singer was still breathing. Otherwise it would have been too late for him.
Less than ten minutes passed by till the doorbell rang. Yuki opened the door not before he had told the unconsciousness Shuichi that he would be back in a nanosecond.
Everything that had to be done was done in a few moments. They came in, raised the boy on a stretcher, went out and drove away. Someone had asked Yuki if he wanted to come with them and in all his confusion Yuki had refused.
Now he sat in the bathroom on the rim of the bath tube, smoking a cigarette. He observed the blood going with the flow, then he tore the loops of red apart and pulled the plug out of the sink. Slowly the water flew away, like the red and orange inside.
Something nestled up against Yukis shin and when he looked down the kitten he had brought looked straight into his eyes, moaned quietly as if she wanted to give him her sympathy. He kneeled down in front of her, stroked her fur. "Sorry.. nothing actually was how I liked it to be.. everything went wrong.. I'm sorry... Yami?" She moaned again, expressing that she thought that the name would suit her best.
This night when Yuki finally went to bed he looked on the side of the furniture where Shuichi lie if the novelist hadn't forced him to sleep on the couch. He began to realize how empty his life had been the last two weeks, how awfully silent, how dreadful lonely. He had missed his blockhead, but he had been to proud to admit himself that he had such feelings. He noticed how lonely he made Shuichi, and that the other one was not able to live like that. He made him trying to commit suicide, he was the one who had driven the little singer into his despair.
Salty drops ran down on his cheeks and fell on the blanket. Yuki fell into sleep and though he had heard how the cat came on the bed, settling herself beside him and coiling up before, he did not mind anymore.
At first it was just an open-end one shoot story and I'm really thankful to those who asked me to continue =D I felt really honoured and my ambition to write a story that is not written in my mothertongue came back *g*
By the way, my grammar is sometimes really horrible and some of my vocabularies aren't used in the right way either.. I'm sorry ^_^;; I'll work on it.
Chapter #2 - Water and Blood
I don't know if I'm awake any longer. I just feel the warm flood of water surrounding me, drenching my clothes. I sink a little deeper into the water, into the warm, lulling fluid that assures me that I don't have to worry anymore about anything. My ears slowly disappear, my chin, my mouth, my nose. I can't breath but that doesn't matter. I'm too sleepy to come up again. Something pulls me down.
I guess it's Gravitation.
Yuki tried to enter once more. With his whole weight he slammed his body against the door keeping him out of the room. "SHUICHI!"
He retried, again and again. The apartment had a good quality, so had the wood the doors were made of. Suddenly the ankles of the door first creaked than cracked. The blond hair novelist stood in the middle of the room looking into the bath tube where his little friend lie. The hair soaked with water, like the clothes that stuck onto to the pale skin. The transparent to blue-green (that's the case if the bath salts that are smelling like a sunny day and which Shuichi likes so much are mixed into it) water is pervaded with little, levitating reddish strings. A slight orange assembles where Shiuichi's arms lie. The pale face, embraced with dull red, seems to be a sleeping mask of wax. The lips and skin were covered by a bluish shade.
For a moment Yuki did nothing else than staring at this scene. Then he woke up from his shock trembling. He ran to Shiuchi, grabbed his young friend, carried him out of the bath into the living room. He laid him down on the couch, sat down right beside Shuichi stroking through the wet strands while taking the telephone and calling an ambulance. He didn't speak a lot. When a gentle voice told him that he was connected to the ambulance station he just told her - very rudely - the address and that they should hurry up. Grumbling he banged the phone on the accumulator.
More calm than before he attended Shuichi again, lifted him into his arms. "Shhhh.. don't worry.. they'll come soon..."
He himself didn't know if he really wanted to tell Shuichi that he would be safe by then or just himself to assure that his friend would survive.
He tried to do some first aid. Fortunately the singer was still breathing. Otherwise it would have been too late for him.
Less than ten minutes passed by till the doorbell rang. Yuki opened the door not before he had told the unconsciousness Shuichi that he would be back in a nanosecond.
Everything that had to be done was done in a few moments. They came in, raised the boy on a stretcher, went out and drove away. Someone had asked Yuki if he wanted to come with them and in all his confusion Yuki had refused.
Now he sat in the bathroom on the rim of the bath tube, smoking a cigarette. He observed the blood going with the flow, then he tore the loops of red apart and pulled the plug out of the sink. Slowly the water flew away, like the red and orange inside.
Something nestled up against Yukis shin and when he looked down the kitten he had brought looked straight into his eyes, moaned quietly as if she wanted to give him her sympathy. He kneeled down in front of her, stroked her fur. "Sorry.. nothing actually was how I liked it to be.. everything went wrong.. I'm sorry... Yami?" She moaned again, expressing that she thought that the name would suit her best.
This night when Yuki finally went to bed he looked on the side of the furniture where Shuichi lie if the novelist hadn't forced him to sleep on the couch. He began to realize how empty his life had been the last two weeks, how awfully silent, how dreadful lonely. He had missed his blockhead, but he had been to proud to admit himself that he had such feelings. He noticed how lonely he made Shuichi, and that the other one was not able to live like that. He made him trying to commit suicide, he was the one who had driven the little singer into his despair.
Salty drops ran down on his cheeks and fell on the blanket. Yuki fell into sleep and though he had heard how the cat came on the bed, settling herself beside him and coiling up before, he did not mind anymore.