One Last Chance
Yaoi.
KaiRei
Standard disclaimer applies -
'In life, we are bound to commit foolish mistakes. What determines our character and future, however, is our individuality in perceiving the situation, and righting those wrongs.
'Sometimes, we choose the wrong paths; we make the wrong decisions – decisions that turn us into an empty shell of chaotically churning regret. And sometimes, we are allowed the chance to write our future once more. '
Chapter 1: Running away
The young man kicked up the dust with his feet as he walked along the sandy road, watching with mild interest as the rising sand formed swirling clouds, dissipating as quickly as they had appeared.
He lugged the strap of his sling bag further up his shoulder, attempting to get it to a more comfortable position.
It was roughly six in the evening, and the glowing sun was rapidly sinking past the horizon, giving the surroundings a breath taking magical glow.
He quickened his footsteps. It was getting late. The others must have figured he was not there by now. He could not be caught. He would not allow himself to be caught. Or maybe, just maybe, he wanted to make sure that nothing could change his mind.
'Stop it', he commanded himself.
He did not have any regrets. He was sure that he did not want to turn back, for he had no incentive to. Honestly.
He was good at lying. He lied to himself all the time. The trouble was, he never believed himself.
Seeing the station in the distance, he started jogging. Travelling the 3 miles by foot with a heavy luggage bag was not an appealing ordeal, and he was tired. He joined the end of the stretching snake of humans, setting his bag down and rubbing his aching shoulders.
He still recalled someone who was able to provide the best relief. A certain someone who had a magical touch when it came to massaging.
Especially after a long tough tiring day.
He groaned softly in remembrance.
He was sore, tired and utterly miserable.
He longed to take a bath, but could not seem to muster the strength to even pull himself out of bed. Once he had slumped onto his bed, he had promised his aching body that not one single movement would even be thought about being done.
He closed his eyes, and was about to fall into a much needed slumber when a teasing voice reached him.
"I never knew that one pathetic shoppingtrip could tire out one of the supposedly best bladers in the world."
His eyes snapped open immediately.
Two toned hair, and piercing mahagony eyes.
He groaned. He did not wish to deal with his sarcastic non-too sympathetic captain right now. But his pride had taken a blow and there was no way that he was going to back down, even if it was only a lighttaunt. He flung a hand over his face in barely concealed fatigue.
"Well, when you happen to go shopping with Mariah and when she happens to dump all her shoppingbags on you, you would be dead tired too. Besides, I was the one who had to drag Tyson out of the buffet store!" His voice grew louder as he continued ranting, tone fuelled by the non-existent justice he had been given. The stress that had been building up during the day had finally found an outlet and the source was not drying up anytime soon.
"And why was I the one who had to drag Tyson out? Kenny was stuck in the damn electronic shop, Mariah was off shopping again, leaving her shoppingbags behind for me to carry, Max was sugar high, after having downed the entire bottle of sugar, and my dear captain, yes, that means you, blew off your rightful captain duties, yes, that means what you are supposed to be trusted to do, stating that you were too embarrassed to be seen in the same shop as Tyson, much less dragging him out. Sure, but did you spare a thought for ME?"
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, which he had not realized had been squeezed shut until that moment.
There was no one there.
"Um, Kai? Where the hell are you?"
Suddenly, he felt the pressure of two strong hands upon his shoulders, moving up and down in assured motions, thoroughly and expertly massaging him.
He felt the tension from the day being slowly drained away, talented fingers easing his muscles.
It felt like paradise.
It worked better than hot water running down his body
The hands moved across his skin like liquid, sliding up and down, leaving a warm trail behind.
He could not help but lean into the irresistible touch, a purr escaping his mouth.
He heard a chuckle.
"The kitten purrs!" He heard Kai comment in a mock surprised tone. He could practically hear the smirk that tail-ended the passing remark. That idiot.
He growled, and disregarding the promise he had made moments ago of not moving, swung his pillow at Kai's head with all of his remaining strength.
Which Kai ducked easily, naturally. This time, Kai let out a genuinely amused laugh.
This only served to infuriate Rei further, and picking up his second pillow, he threw it forcefully at Kai's head, hitting it square on target. Kai had been too busy laughing to himself to foresee the oncoming missile.
Kai's rare expression of shock soon turned into that of fury when he heard the laughter that accompanied his injury, rubbing salt into the wound.
He growled, and reached for his own pillow. In under five seconds, they were engaged in a full fledged pillow fight.
He smiled softly to himself in amusement. That had been one of the rare moments when Kai had let go of the tight leash he kept himself on, proving that he could be a fun, sociable person when he wanted to.
"Next!"
The young lady raised her head to face the Chinese teenager in front of her, causing her forehead to be abactinal to him. His amber eyes were dimmed somewhat with blatant worry.
"I'm sorry sir. It appears that there has been a technical difficulty of some sort at the other station, and the earliest bus which is due to arrive next would only make it here tomorrow." Her tone was polite, but laced with a hint of sympathy as she watched the man frown. The contour lines deepened significantly as his forehead creased.
"I'll get a ticket for the next bus to the airport," he said finally, managing to offer a strained smile.
"Right away sir." Her fingers flew rapidly across the keyboard as she typed.
She handed the young man a ticket about the size of an identification card, complete with a white base.
He received it with both hands and gave her a polite nod of the head.
"Next!"
He stepped out of line to head for a seat partly concealed behind the leafy foliage of a potted plant.
Lowered his black bag onto the carpeted floor beside him carefully, he stretched across his seat, leaning over to glance through the plant, making sure that he could not be spotted clearly. The thick, wide leaves of the plant were just the right entity to obscure anybody's vision of him.
He wanted to make sure that he could not be spotted easily.
Just in case.
Once he was satisfied, he settled himself into the hard wooden seat, attempting to make himself comfortable.
Idly, he began twiddling his identification card between the fingers of his right hand, managing to perform a tricky and fanciful twirl with it. As it spun, a certain section of it caught the luminous light directed from the fluorescent tube, reflecting it back. It just so happened that that was the part where, printed boldly in capital letters with jet black ink, his name was.
And it read: REI KON.
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End Chapter One