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Spin Blade 3
Youji laid Aya down on his bed, and tried to step back. His knees gave way, and he fell backwards, trembling against the cold of the magnolia painted wall. He shoved himself off the wall, and clung to the doorframe. He half-fell, and half-stepped out of his room, leaving the copper tang of blood behind him. He hit the opposite wall hands first, then tentatively stepping across the hallway, and heading down the corridor towards the stairs which lead to the backroom in the flower shop.
Ken and Omi were both working, one wrapping a bouquet of stargazer lilies with professional expertise, the other racking the price up on the till.
"Thank you! Please come again!" Omi called after the departing man, carrying his lilies like a weapon. He's probably off to make up with his girlfriend. Wonder what he's done... He drifted off into daydreams. Ken was humming gently to himself, while he watered the pots on the shelves. Both jumped several feet when a thunderous crash rang out from the back room.
"What the bejesus was that??!!" Ken had already opened the door into the storeroom when Omi had got out from behind the counter.
"Oh my god... YOUJI!!!" He was lying at the bottom of the stairs, face down. Ken was kneeling by the head of the brunette, using his strong hands to feel Youji's ribs, checking for internal injuries, thankfully finding none. Omi was kneeling on the third stair up, shifting his hands under Youji's legs, trying not to look at the crazy angle one was set at.
"It's broken, I'm pretty sure..." Omi tailed off, having caught sight of a small patch of blood on his hand. "Turn him over, look." Omi held up his hand. Ken paled slightly, and then taking Youji's shoulders, gently rolled him over.
"Holy crap!" Omi shouted, hands slapping out to find support in the narrow walls. The bottom left of Youji's denim jacket was soaked in blood. Ken loosened it off at the shoulders, and ripped open the green t-shirt beneath. Youji's chest was bare, perfectly formed and not at all wounded.
"So how..." Midway through sentence, Omi's brain realised the obvious. He went paler than Ken.
"Shit."Ken stood up, unsure of his balance. He steadided himself, and lept up th stairs, taking three in every stride. Omi twisted round and followed Ken's bounding figure with horror. He looked back down at Youji's peaceful, but bloody face.
"Shit, Kudou. What have you done?"
Omi delved into Youji's pockets, and fished out a cell phone.
beep-beep
"Hello this is emergency services, do you require police, ambulance, coastguard or fire service?"
"Ambulance please." Omi knew how weak his voice must sound to the operator.
beep-beep
"This is emergency ambulance service, how can we help?"
"There's two men, one's leg is broken I think, and the other is bleeding really badly." Forcing out this information to a bored-sounding operator threatened to make Omi burst into tears. The closest people he had to a family were disappearing...
"Where are you calling from?" And all he'd have left was blood on his hands...
"Errr...you know the flower shop called 'Kitten in the House' ?" He had a mental blank, he couldn't even remember the street where he lived...
"Yes, an ambulance is being sent immediately. While you wait however, we advise that you keep both men warm, and try to stem any bloodflow."
"Yes... thank you..." He hung up. He took a deep breath, and went after Ken.
Less than a week later, seven sombre black-clad figures surrounded the top of a small grassy hill, while six carriers lowered a coffin into the ground.
Aya had died before the ambulance arrived, and was pronouced dead soon after. Youji had been taken into hospital, and his broken leg pinned and cast. He was restrained in a wheelchair for the next month. Ken stood by Omi, his dark chesnut hair swaying gently, his face turned down. Omi was crying, salty tears washing down his cheeks from cornflower eyes. Manx and Birman were wearing identical black suits, but Manx's flame red hair was tied up into a small black pillbox, the veil covering her frail cheekbones. Persia stood slightly detached from the group, tinted sunglasses covering his eyes, his nondescript suit and tie crisp.
The priest closed his prayer book, and shut his eyes briefly. He didn't know any of the congregation present, he had been approached by a 'John Smith' who had requested a funeral, as soon as possible. He walked from the open grave leaving the family to grieve.
Youji sat, silent and unmoving in his restrictive chair. He had one thought running round and round in his head. Aya had wanted him. Loved him. For a few seconds before he died, he had loved him back. And now he was dead, dead by his hand, killed in the act of salvation, he had killed him... Somewhere far away inside,Youji screamed, and something burst.
Ken and Omi had turned away and taken a few steps before Youji began to cry. He gulped for air, finding it hard to breathe, his chest was constricted by a havy weight. He bent forwards, trying to relieve the pain in his lungs. The wheelchair, with brakes locked, rocked gently with Youji's sobs, until he doubled over. The chair, with it's cargo too far to one side, tipped over and Youji was thrown roughly onto his knees. His reflexes would normally have brought his legs up so he would and in a crouch, but with his leg in a stiff cast, could only throw out his hands. He was sitting at the edge of Aya's grave, his hands extended downwards. An intense burst of dejà-vous slammed into him.
I'm. At the top of the. Estate park again. My wires. Cutting into. My hands Aya. Falling away. Too fast to save. Too fast. Too beautiful. To die. I can't let. This happen. Not now. I love you. I love. You.
Youji snapped back into reality. He felt like he knew all along, he always had. He'd loved Aya, even though the image of that beautiful pale angel had been shattered the moment he'd open his lips, he'd loved him. For his detachment to violence he doled out to the anonymous targets, for the pursuit for revenge, for the hidden, more fiery passion he'd found at the end. And he'd lost Aya because he'd tried to save him...
He lifted his arms up, and crossed them over his chest, as he'd done every night in the hospital, trying to hold the image of Aya in his arms again, and hold it next to his heart. But every morning he woke again, crying as his dreams deserted his mind, leaving him in a land where everything was sterile and bleached white compared to the twin hypnotic points of pure violet. His jade eyes snapped open, then flickered shut again, not able to bear the sight of the mahogany box that kept his love away from him. He couldn't stand up anymore to the world without his icy marble angel. He felt the earth tilt and roll, and he fell forwards into the grave, and hit the bottom, salt tears rolling down from fields of green.
A little bit of suspense is necessary, methinks...
"Mmmmm. You taste good, Kudou." Youji saw the slight smile creep across Aya's lips. "Come here ..."
Awwww! Donncha just love 'em???!! RR much appreceiated muchly, click the linky thingy below points
However, if you feel cheated, and want another ending, merely re-read chapters 1 2, but skip to chapter 4! ( Where Youji is facing his fear, Omi and Ken are both completely stupified, and I die of cramp! Thank you! )
PS: Has anyone here heard of 'The Great Omi', the world's most tatooed man? Apparently that's who Omi's named after!
