Disclaimer: My lawyers regretfully told me that these characters *points to FY-charas all standing in a row* are not mine no matter how much I might wish otherwise. As Fushigi Yuugi belongs to Watase Yuu-sensei and associates, I guess they were actually right for once. ~__^;;
Warning: shounen ai (implied) – some SPOILERS to the series – possible OOCness (esp. for Tamahome's hair-colour. I can't decide on it! __)
Note 1: Wow! I actually managed to update. Wonders do happen these days...
Note 2: I know where this will be going. Honest! I really do!! ^^V
Note 3: Oh, and: ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ + ~ = change of scene / POV
( N o t ) L e t t i n g G o
by Hotaru Muraki
~ Chapter Two: Mitsukareta! ~
For once I am walking to work instead of using one of the limousines. I can't exactly say why though. It's not as if I couldn't afford it. Maybe I need to be among ordinary, normal people for once? All those managerial types, the simpering secretaries and other office-drones get on anyone's nerves after a while. I sigh, knowing that having to put up with individuals like those is, among other things, one of the drawbacks of running such a successful business as mine. Albeit softly, I sigh again as I am once more reminded of the reason for my dislike of close crowds, especially large, female ones. A giggling, babbling bunch of geese would be preferable to that knot of high-school girls over there. The former at least can be silenced, cooked and eaten.
Granted, I do stand out. Even though I am half-Japanese, I am over 6 feet tall, rather muscular, too. What makes me really exceptional in the eyes of those idiot, however, is probably my hair, blond strands flowing down and over my shoulders. That – and my eyes. A former lover of mine once likened them to sky-blue sapphires or something similar sappy. I guess she was right. Glancing at the foolish girls but briefly, I turn away just in time to see them blushing and whispering, the flock of them nearly walking straight into a phone-booth. Ha! Serves them right. Heavens, why...? Why do I seem to be surrounded by idiots in all kinds of shape and form? Isn't there even one single person who—
I can't but frown at the by now all too familiar path my thoughts are taking. Why do I wish for that 'someone'? Why do I feel as if a certain something is missing, leaving a big hole in my life unfilled? Why do none of my many accomplishments make me...happy? Although I am content with my life as it is, power, success, fame – these seem to be so...trivial these days. And yet, I have everything one could want, right?
This is frustrating me to no end. I bite back a snarl. If I really am so content – then why do I keep having those dreams nearly every night? Though come dawn, I always am unable to recall anything definite about them. The only thing I do remember, however, is that there is someone at my side, always. A comforting presence that feels like a part of me yet a separate entity at the same time. Strange as it may sound, this 'someone' is—
I am rudely awakened from my musings by cars honking and people screaming, pointing at something I can't yet see. A second later I wish that I still couldn't. There's a non-descript car heading straight towards me. Everything seems to slow down all of a sudden. Even as I move to evade the car, I can't but seethe at the audacity of the whole thing. Setting up such an obviously planned murder – or at least attempt at it – in broad daylight. The nerve!
Then, just as I am about to reach safety, my gaze is suddenly, unwittingly, drawn towards a young man on the opposite side of the street. Our eyes meet. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that I have seen those eyes somewhere before. I can't remember where exactly, though. I honestly can't remember ever seeing such a clear, vivid violet-grey...
I am so engrossed in staring at that person that I forget to move, forget the car, forget everything and everyone else. They, however, have not forgotten me. As the car hits me, my last, rather incoherent thought is 'Tamahome......'
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On the other side of the street, a young man with dark, blue-black hair stares wide-eyed at the scene, seemingly frozen into immobility. Then he suddenly comes alive again, wrenching his hand free of the brown-haired girl holding it. After shouting at her to call an ambulance, he takes off, racing across the street, running towards the fallen man.
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I can feel myself falling, falling slowly, ever-so-slowly down, landing on the concrete of the sidewalk. Then I know no more. As darkness starts to engulf me, violet-grey eyes accompany me into unconsciousness.
"Oi... Oi! Don't pass out like that!"
Really. Has no-one ever told you that you should not shake a possibly injured person like that? Such an action can hurt said person even further, you know. But then again... You rarely were someone who would think before acting…weren't you, Tamahome? Now that I know, that I remember, I cannot fathom why I ever forgot. Why didn't I remember? After all, I made a promise to you that we would meet again. I just didn't think it would happen this way.
"Hey, mister.....not give up........ambulance.............soon..."
Why do you sound so frantic all of a sudden? It's not as if I am going to die. Not now that I have found you again. Not now that I finally, finally remember.
"......you call...? .....when..."
He's not talking to me now. However, I recognize the female voice answering him. That girl! Her voice alone grates on my nerves, making my blood fairly boil in anger. How dare she—!
I must have made some sound or movement because I can feel him kneeling down at my side again. As it should be. Tamahome's hand is a comforting weight on my shoulder. I think this contact is all that is keeping me from fully slipping into unconsciousness. That just would have been too easy, hm?
"...ster, the ambul..........here. Doc..."
Ah so those medics have finally arrived. About bloody time, too. Even he won't be able to keep me awake much longer. I am aware of my body's need for healing itself quite acutely, thank you very much.
As I can feel myself being carefully lifted onto a stretcher, I wonder whether Tamahome has also recognized me. What a pity if he has not! Had I been conscious and coherent let alone able to, I would have smirked at the idea of the two of us 're-acquainting' ourselves. I have some difficulty but just as the medics push the stretcher into the ambulance, I manage to pry my eyes open. Unseeing, my gaze wanders over the faces of those pathetic curiosity-seekers still loitering around. Then I find him. There he is! My eyes lock with his and 'something' sparks between us. Again.
The last thing I see before the doors are closed are surprised twin-pools of grey amethyst widening from surprise to a sort of terrified recognition.
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Watching the ambulance disappear around the corner, the young man grips the hand of his girlfriend tightly. He doesn't listen to her soft-voiced protests. Or, to be more precise, he doesn't even hear them. He is still caught and held by seas of sapphire blue. His mind is on the ambulance, on the injured person riding within it. All he can think of right now is 'Itcan'beitcan'tbeitcan'tbe... It. Can't. Be!'
'.........Or can it?'
To Be Continued. . .
A/N: Originally, I wanted to write 'Tsuzuku' *points to TBC* - but when I actually typed 'Tsuzuki' instead for the umpteenth time, I gave up. It just wasn't meant to be. *sighs* Oh, and the 'Mitsukareta!' of this chapter's title roughly means 'I found you again!'. (Neither my Japanese nor my capacity for thinking up titles is very good... ^^;;)
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(Almost forgot to thank those wonderful people who took the time to review this... ^^;;)
- Hydra-Star: Thank you. I love hearing from people who read my fanfic. (Still can't believe there actually are such people out there. ~__^) Your review was really enlightening, in more was than one. You'll see. . .
- Illusion-chan: I promise I will keep updating as fast as I can. That death-scene(s?) was practically writing itself. Now if only the other stuff were that easy, too. __ (Hope you don't mind me mentioning your name.)
- Ish: Thanks for the help. Although after we finished, somehow Someone snatched Tamahome away. I haven't seen him since. ^^V
- otaku-no-miko: Your review confirmed my assumption. *hands over car-shaped cookies* Thank you.