Pink Aftermath
By: AngelofSoul
Yes, I'm back- and with chapter two! YAY!!! I'm really excited about this fic, because it's not your usual death tragedy! :)
Even more so excited about my other fic, a Harry Potter one called "Lustful Lupin".
Yes, I'll get to that one eventually... I'm so uninspired... --;;
Thank you to: Nikki, I am Kurama, The Invisible Fan, yukari, Kitty in the Box, and Zaphi! Thank you SSSSSSSOOOOOOO much for reviewing!
To yukari: Uh... about the angst thing, yeah... it's only this chapter that's going to be a little sad. Nevertheless, I swear I'll make it funny!!! So just bare with me, kay? :)
Yay originality!!! ... O.o Right... ANYWAY- this is where my crossover thing kicks in, enjoy!
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Chapter 2:Passing On
The world was a blur when he opened his eyes, a smudge of green, blue, white, gray, and peach. The peach turned out to be his hand, stretched out as he lie dazed on his back. The green was the grass; blue were the outlines of the sky, the white of clouds, and the gray buildings of the city.
He flexed his fingers, watching with delirious fascination. His head pounded like a terrible hang over, and the scents around him were over powering with nature.
Shuichi sat up feeling like he's been hit in the head with a large rock, and it throbbed like a beating heart, each agonizing thump a hideous reminder of the lump that would soon make residence on the back of his skull.
"Anyone catch the license on that truck???"
He touched the back of his head; half expecting to feel blood oozing out of whatever crack that might be there. To his relief, there was nothing. He winced as everything that happened rushed back to him: kissing Yuki before leaving their apartment, taking a short cut through the park, talking to Madam Ezmerelda...
"Damnit!" Shuichi swore, wincing as another sharp pain graced his already pounding head.
That woman! He thought venomously. That little bitch! That little OLD ASS BITCH!!!
The memories of the reading and her predictions...
"Be warned Shuichi Shindou, lead vocalist of Bad Luck. Death stalks you, and he will rest at nothing until he has you."
"She probably did this to me, that phony Cleo." Shuichi grumbled standing from the ground. He looked around for his bag to discover it missing! He swore again.
"Argh! A phony and a thief!" He was steaming now, but he had no time to look for that old woman and beat the stuffing out of her. Right now, he was probably terribly late for work. K was going to have his head on a silver platter...
Shuichi sighed and looked at his watch to find that it wasn't working. It still read 7:08, around the time he reached the park. He sighed again; this was so not his day. Oh well, he might as well head to work anyway.
Looking up at the sky, Shuichi judged that it was around noon, so he made his way to the streets. NG wasn't too far now, just one more block, cross the street, and to the familiar music studio he would go.
Passing all the shops, navigating carefully around people who buzzed about with business, and passing a crowded TV store- where teens gathered themselves watching the news report. Shuichi didn't have time to look as he passed them without much thought. If he did, though, he would have heard distressed Bad Luck fans bawling:
"Oh, poor Shuichi!" One cried holding onto her boyfriend.
"Poor kid..." He murmured back.
"Such talent- so young too," a grown man said holding his young daughter's hand, shaking his head.
Standing with a group of people waiting to cross the street, Shuichi looked at his watch, knowing that it was futile. Seeing a man with one, he asked, "Excuse me, do you know the time?"
The man said nothing, just kept looking ahead. Shuichi thought he didn't hear him, so he tried again.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you know what time it is?"
Again, nothing, the man just kept his eyes forward. A woman on his right then tapped him on the shoulder, "Excuse me, do you happen to have the time?"
"Ah," he looked at his watch. "About 1:30 noon."
"Thank you."
Shuichi watched the exchange in disbelief. That man just totally blew him off!
"How rude!" Shuichi grumbled, sticking out his tongue. Of course, he was completely ignored. The light changed, as did the walking signal. People began moving and Shuichi navigated himself ahead, hoping K wasn't too angry with him for being say... six and a half-hours late?
The familiar sight of NG came into view, and Shuichi couldn't have been happier to see it. Sighing with relief, he sped his fast walk up to a jog, then he stopped immediately when he found the entrance bombarded with press.
He stared wondering what was going on, Are there interviews today or something? He thought.
Shuichi moved closer to say K, his tall American manager trying to squeeze pass the press. Hiroshi Nakano, Shuichi's best friend, followed with a little difficulty.
"Hiro! K!" Shuichi called trying to get their attention. But they made no signs of acknowledgment.
How could they hear me? He thought, irritated. Damn press is in the way... what the fuck is going on?
"Hiroshi!" A woman with a microphone called, "Is this the end of Bad Luck?"
"There's a rumor you're going solo, can you confirm this?" called another.
"Will you find another lead singer?" and another.
Shuichi's eyes widened, Another lead singer?! What the hell?! He tried to push through the crowd all the while calling their names, "Hiro! K!"
Again, nothing. They continued to push through, along with two menacing looking bouncers who helped them to K's car. Shuichi stopped once he saw the look on Hiro's face; what was it? Fear, mourning, hate? Shuichi couldn't decide. Then the guitarist stepped into the car, concealed with deeply tinted windows.
The press broke apart and continued their reports, and all Shuichi could was stand there. He was confused, scared, feelings completely mixed. He didn't know what to do except...
Go home.
Yes, that's what he would do, he'll go home. Maybe Yuki knew what was going on... he'll ask Yuki.
Once back at the apartments, Shuichi quickly ran up the stairs and fumbled his pockets for the keys. He swore once he remembered the keys were in his bag, the bag that phony old Cleo stole. He cursed her, and prayed that the apartment was open. Thankfully, someone above did like him, and the doors were unlocked.
Shuichi pushed them open only to step into blackness. The lights were off as was the TV, leaving the apartment completely quiet. Was Yuki even home? He should be, the doors were unlocked... then why was everything so dark?
Letting his eyes adjust to the abyss, Shuichi closed the door behind him with a soft click, and went deeper into the apartment.
"Yuki?" he whispered going into the living room. He knew the place by heart, so he could easily avoid hurting himself on inanimate objects. Finding not a hair nor hide of his lover, Shuichi made his way toward the kitchen. Opening the door, his vision flooded with a dim light.
"Yuki?" Shuichi said.
Yuki was there, sitting at the table and staring blankly at the wall.
Shuichi blinked, "Damn, Yuki you look like shit." He remarked expecting to hear a witty comeback, but the blonde said nothing. He continued to stare at the ever unchanging, hideously white wall.
Shuichi moved closer and saw the red in Yuki's blue eyes, looking as though he hadn't slept in days. Squatting beside him, Shuichi slipped his arms around his love's waist, and waited for a response.
Yuki did nothing, it was like he couldn't feel Shuichi there at all.
"I had the worst day ever," Shuichi said trying to make conversation, snuggling Yuki's stomach. "Some old fart mugged me this morning, and even knocked me out! Made me totally late, y'know-"he stopped looking up at Yuki, his lover's body beginning to rack with sobs.
Shuichi blinked, "Yuki? Yuki what's wrong?"
Nothing was said as crystalline tears streamed from his eyes, splashing on a newspaper that was in front of him.
Shuichi let go of his waist, standing to look at the paper. His eyes widened in disbelief and horror:
TRAGIC BAD LUCK!
New band lead singer Shuichi Shindou found dead, Thursday, 8:15 AM blocks away from NG Studios –
Shuichi stopped reading there; his entire body shaking. W-what?! This can't be... no way, this can't be right!
"Yuki!" Shuichi tried to grab onto Yuki's shoulder, gasping as his hand slipped right through him. He fell back, horrified.
"Oh God..." Shuichi scrambled to his feet, stepping back. Scared, confused, all he could think of was to run. Get out, get away... get away from this place.
That is what he did. But he ran senselessly, his legs carrying him wherever they would go. He found himself at the park, the same park where he spoke with Ezmerelda. He cursed the her again as he fell unto the bench, the same bench where the old woman fed the pigeons.
Shuichi gasped shuddering breaths, finding himself to be crying. In what seemed like an instant, his entire life was gone. His band, his friends, Yuki... all of it.
"Why me?" He whimpered sitting up. He pulled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around his knees. "What did I do to deserve this?"
There, on that bench where his death had been predicted, Shuichi cried. He ignored time, setting suns, and rising moons.
All he could do was let his tears spill. Mitsuo Shiozu heard him that morning, the sobs of despair and a great loneliness; each whimper struck with a great mourning and no one there to comfort.
It was his usual short cut through the park when the teen heard the sobs, as Mitsuo was on his way to school. S Boys High School, a few buildings down from NG Studios, was where he was supposed to meet his friends early before classes.
Passed the swings on the cement pathway and near the benches stationed by the exit, Mitsuo spotted him. He blinked his large brown eyes with curiosity, making him look more boyish than usual. Moving his blonde bangs from his view, he squinted a little and found a bit of the form to be a bright fuchsia pink. Curiosity rising, Mitsuo approached and found the color to be his hair, which was tied in quite a messy ponytail. He was curled up on the bench, knees drawn to his chest and arms wrapped tightly around.
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He was crying.
"Are you..." Mitsuo placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, making him jump slightly. "Okay?"
He looked up, his eyes the color of his hair, only with a dash of a deeper red in them. His eyes were worn from sobbing and he was staring at Mitsuo in an alien sort of way. He looked about eighteen, but Mitsuo had a feeling he was a bit older. The teen opened his mouth to say something, but shut it again.
"You alright?" Mitsuo tried again.
The pink haired teen looked around, than gestured towards himself.
"Yes, who else would I be talking to?" Mitsuo smiled with good humor, hoping to lighten the teen's mood.
A smile, one of relief- one of such great happiness his features.
Then the question that terrified Mitsuo the most came to pass.
"You can see me?"
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TA DA! Chapter 2. Sorry it's so sad, but it'll get better, I promise! :) Angst isn't my best quality, as you can tell. :P but oh well! Please review- lots of reviews! I love em', the more I get, the longer the chapter! WAHOO!Well, I'm out! :)
AngelofSoul