Title-- "Again"

Disclaimer-- If I owned GetBackers, you think I'd be stuck making fanfiction that doesn't affect the anime/manga series at all? Well, I guess I could...But I don't. Own GetBackers, that is.

(warning)-- Yeah. Yaoi. Deal with it or don't read.


Prologue-- "Leave Only To Return"


Ban-chan, what's the matter?

Ban's face was above him. He was okay, then...Ban was okay. Then why was he crying? Ginji could feel Ban against him, pulling him up into his arms; why was he crying?

Ginji tried to hug him, but found he couldn't move. What was happening? Ginji could feel himself slipping away, but he wasn't sure of where he was going. He wanted to stay with Ban.

Shutting his eyes, he hoped Ban never let go. He wanted to stay.

All the while, Ginji struggled to breathe. The 's'...It was a promise. He didn't want to break it. They were the GetBackers. He didn't want Ban to be alone. He wanted to stay, but something was pulling at him, tugging at the back of his mind.

He couldn't stay.

I won't leave, Ban-chan! I won't leave!

He couldn't leave. They were the GetBackers. The 's'...

He wanted to smile. He wanted Ban to know everything was okay. Like Ban always did for him...He wanted to smile. He needed to smile. He tried...his lips were frozen. Ban kissed him.

He couldn't even kiss back and he hated himself for it.

The sky was burned black. The darkness was reaching towards him. And as it crept closer, Ginji could feel the numb and cold slithering from his fingers and toes...arms and feet...into his chest...

Every breath was hurting. Shattering the numbness and lashing his nerves.

The darkness floated over his eyes, blocking his sight. He called out for Ban, but the darkness muted him. No, shushed him. It was comforting him somehow...Like Ban...Paralyzed and blind, Ginji felt his breath hitch in his throat.

He could only hear Ban screaming his name over and over...

"Gin--"

Then, the screaming stopped.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

A single mother, with no known family, died giving birth to a premature infant.


haha. hella random shit, huh? well, not so. it's got a point. trust me. sure, we're strangers and i just stole your wallet, but still. trust me. no, put the gun down. i'll give your wallet back. trust me.

o, and aboot the length...yeah, teaser. sorry? well, it's a prologue! prologues are almost always short!

i got the idea for the fic from the Faith+1 South Park epi. the song title "I May Have Been Born Again, But I Wasn't Born Again Yesterday" stuck on me.