Hello, and welcome back to 'Kakumei'! Boy, it feels WONDERFUL to be back! Please forgive me for the horrendous delay; a friend interfered with my writing process, and he went by the name of 'Life'. I'm back now, and ready for more 'Kakumei' angst! Hee hee!
I spent the last couple of days planning out this chapter. I ate inspiration from the Bruce Willis movie called 'Hostage' and other sources! I'm going to make sure each chapter is a pure, golden masterpiece! The rest of 'Kakumei' is going to require all of my skill, so I hope I do well!
I'd like to give another huge shout-out to all of the Gravitation authors out there, including my pal Dejichan! All of you RULE! Let's rock until the break of dawn!
Without further ado, here's 'Flight'!
Theme of 'Flight': New Hope (Industrial Version), 'Beauty and the Beast' by Jump5
When a human being decides to follow the rules of ignorance, the arrival of truth is inevitable. The ignorant being is forced into a situation that brings out their full strength, and the truth descends from a cascade of wicked darkness. Sunlight fills an ignorant life with liberation, starlight gives birth to love and moonlight creates a realm of impenetrable happiness. The human being finally accepts the newborn truth and begins a whole new life, filled with the promises of an endless spring morning.
All humans are presented with opportunities to emit their full potential. Unfortunately, only most of them seize those opportunities. Instead of facing the golden glow of truth, they decide to spend their existence in fear. Others embrace those opportunities, radiant with the hope for a new future. The costs of the opportunities are ignored; only the benefits are the beacons of determined human beings.
Eiri Yuki, a renowned romance novelist, was about to seize his chance at eternity.
He had spent ten thousand eternities in shrouded, deceitful truth. He kept himself locked within the darkest chambers of his soul, without a shred of light for eons. Emotions and dreams took their course within the stream of time, and followed the path of unbridled light. The elements of a pure, unbounded dream walked right by him...even though he dreamt of endless light every day. He wandered throughout meaningless time as a lost, broken soul...a soul that carried no hope, happiness or even love. The gifts of humanity-love, happiness and hope-were strange to him. He wandered throughout many years as an infant, unaware of the treasures human life had to offer.
His ignorance was shattered with the advent of a bright star.
The empyrean, young star had filled his life with a thousand dreams. He had showered him with love, honored him with happiness, and restored his belief in hope. Even the smallest of gestures held the warmth of a sunrise; the young star's heart was as pure as a dove's wing. The little star was the entity of love, for even a simple smile moved the novelist's heart. The star's bright eyes were always filled with eternity, and they never failed to shimmer with celestial radiance. The little star believed in fairy tales; he believed in everlasting, pure love.
Shuichi Shindou wasn't a normal human being.
His belief in love was immoderately bright, powerful and true. No other human possessed such a strong passion for love, and no other human would ever be able to. His very existence glimmered with luminous innocence, and it filled the novelist's dark life with gold. Without even knowing it, the bright star had turned the novelist's life into a fairy tale; an epic tale of love, loyalty and hope. The romance novelist became Prince Charming, the quintessence of bravery and love. The star took on the role of the princess, the romantic dreamer. Unfortunately, the prince refused to cooperate with the young star's dreams. Emotional abuse fell from his hands and onto the star's heart; the prince wanted nothing to do with the hopeful soul, and chose to batter him at every opportunity.
The torment eventually forced the star from his skies, and he vanished into a cold night.
All mistakes were lodged within the prince's heart. He knew he had committed a horrific crime; he had abused the most beautiful of treasures. He had shattered the dreams of a beautiful soul, and knew he had no right to reclaim them. The star was far too beautiful to be held within humanity...and the prince had no right to hold that beauty within his own heart. However, the star's disappearance gave birth to the truth. The truth rose from the ashes of deceit, soared into the skies and created a path to eternity. The prince had always loved the dreamer; he had savored every moment he spent with him. Unfortunately, a tragic moment within the prince's past caused him to lock his heart away...and so he refused to show any glow of love to the star.
Now the ethereal star was in danger.
A new tale was about to be etched into the stars.
Claude K. Winchester had become an invaluable companion to the prince. He was loyal, dedicated to the mission and compassionate; no different from a father. His eyes were always filled with tranquility, but closer inspection revealed their true depth. They were valiant, vigilant gems, and both were radiant with solid courage. His years on the force carved him into a top-notch warrior; the intricacy of his eyes made that evident. He was ready and willing to place his life on the line for success, and had no desire to see their mission fail. He had come to love both Shuichi and Eiri as family members-they were no longer mere acquaintances. Both of them had fallen into his heart as brothers, and he would never be able to successfully measure the devotion he carried for them.
He was at the prince's side, soaring above the streets of the battleground: New York. Their chosen transportation was not a horse, but a helicopter. A reliable pilot was in control of the situation, and K was holding a strong vigil over the novelist. Eiri was silent, but his eyes eliminated the need for vocabulary. Once again, they were filled with breathtaking emotions...emotions that emitted the true depth of the human spirit. He was nervous, no doubt about that-and he had never felt so nervous before in his life. His eyes were filled with a heart-rending union of sorrow, anxiety and frustration.
He could barely keep himself still, but the boundaries of an operating helicopter didn't permit movement. His heart was angrily pounding against his chest; it was frightened of the situation at hand, and it was screaming for a chance to escape from its prison. There was a demon after it, and it had no desire to linger within Eiri's chest. The loud melody of the helicopter's blade strengthened the anxiety with each passing moment, and the cold air tore away at the novelist's body. He had never been a part of a helicopter flight before, and so the aspects of an urgent helicopter ride made the air thick with agony.
His other companions were in taxi cabs. Unfortunately, K's men were unable to spare more helicopters, and so they were all forced to take the slower roller coaster rides. None of them were too happy with their transportation, and for good reasons. Suspense clawed away at them mercilessly, laughing with the horrendous enthusiasm of a sadistic murderer. Several of his companions had the desire to sprout wings and fly, for they too were unable to sit still within confinement.
11:45.
Time never failed to crush souls within chaos. It took on a whole new meaning in the midst of desperation; it took on the role of an enemy. Every second was no different from a millennium, every minute was no different from an eon...time was a cruel force during the current situation, and it seemed to be enjoying itself. Eiri couldn't tolerate the vindictive enthusiasm; he was dangerously close to losing his true love, and so he was dangerously close to insanity. K was determined to keep him falling apart, for he wanted to see the end of their epic tale.
The pilot, a middle-aged male with a brown moustache, looked back at K and spoke.
"We're almost there! We've got about ten more minutes! Hold on!"
They were no more than minutes to the pilot, but to Eiri they were decades.
His stalwart friend placed a hand on his shoulder. His eyes were surprisingly warm, and filled with unbreakable love. The officer looked as if he had known Eiri since birth, and wanted to give him the comfort he needed. "You heard what he said." he said gently, his tender voice battling against the high melody of imperative night. "We're almost there. Just hold on."
The Empire State Building was a battlefield consumed by chaos.
Hundreds of voices were piercing its realm, each of them filled with cold fear. Apprehensive crowds were gathered around it, looking upon the events taking place. Police officers, medical employees and firemen were rushing through its chambers, taking on challenges they had never dreamt of before. The forces of evil were horrendous; it was taking a lot of effort to extinguish the fiery dragons. All of them were determined to carry out their mission, and all of them were certainly ready to please their mistress, who was none other than Yoshiki.
Flocks of news reporters were hovering about the action, absorbing every detail of every event. None of them had ever seen anything so massive; the very thought of the Empire State Building being a battlefield shattered the normal boundaries of a news report.
11:50.
Time was running out, and it had no desire to bring itself to a halt.
K's phone pierced the icy air with its ringtone. The very sound of the ringtone filled Eiri's heart with even more fear, but the conversation that followed tore his soul apart.
"Yeah, K here! What's going on?"
"In regards to innocent bystanders, all floors have been cleared! There are NO other hostages, and they were no innocent casualties! However, the current hostage is in grave danger! I repeat; the current hostage is in grave danger! He is no longer being held on the 86th floor! He is within the Observatory, and he is STILL within Yoshiki Kitazawa's grasp! The chances of his survival are thirty percent! I repeat; the chances of survival are at thirty-percent!"
Thirty percent.
Eiri felt his heart crumble. Darkness flew into the cold world, and tormented him mercilessly...his voice became the voice of a fragile, lost kitten...
"No...no...please no...don't leave me...I can't imagine life without you, Shuichi..."
Those words filled K's eyes with tears.
Making him cry was no easy task. The officer was as hard as a bull.
"She's got the hostage at gunpoint! I repeat; the hostage is at gunpoint! She's threatening to kill him! The chances of his survival are now at fifteen percent! She's going to fire!"
A moan tore itself from Eiri's soul. It was a small moan, but it radiated with the pain of a broken soul. It was the moan of a broken animal, a broken dream...the moan of a crushed spirit. Sobs emitted themselves from the novelist's body, and filled K with even more tears. He had never witnessed such devotion before...
"I repeat; she's going to open fire! We're waiting on your orders!"
K looked into the prince's eyes...his heart filled with the hope for a future.
The time to act...was NOW.
-Just so all of you now, K and Eiri took a jet to New York. The others kept their flights. K's a good guy to have around, isn't he? AND I LOVE WRITING POLICE TALK! IT'S FUN!
Stay tuned for the next chapter! I hope I'm not forced into another long delay...I hate reality...