A/N: I'm a huge fan of Hiro and K! So I'm writing a harrowing tale with them that I hope you enjoy. I did a lot of research for this story but also a lot of the survial stuff I learned from experience, thanks to my father. I wanted to try and make a more serious story, something that shows developing friendship and then the discovery of attraction and love. Meh, I felt like doing a more dramatic story instead of just smut XD I write too much smut so I'm trying something different. Although in time there will be some lemony scenes in here, scouts honour.
Chapter 1: Descent
Soaring, weightlessness overcomes me,
Flash, the light burns, scorches my senses.
My breath is gone…
Save me from the emptiness,
Look beyond the glass, peer into my soul.
The ghost sings my final song…
Why in gods name did they have to get up at four in the morning to board a plane? If it wasn't already the hour of the dead, it was definitely going to be someone's funeral in a minute. Not only was that annoying man beeping in his ear like a human alarm clock, Hiro was sure he felt the extent of that man's notorious weapon. He'd swiped at his face, trying to rid himself of a cold presence on his cheek.
"Fucking hell man, can't you wake someone up like a normal human being?" Hiro croaked and forcing his eyes open, only they landed on K, their band manager. "I really don't know how you do it, don't you ever sleep?"
"Really Hiro, stop complaining like an old woman, we have a plane to catch remember." This is what the man told him as he groaned and pushed himself out of bed. Hiro watched the guy leave to wake up the others and direly concluded.
K was an alien.
Wondering if he had enough time to even take a shower and wake up, Hiro decided to strive against the odds. What was the worst the alien man would do…shoot soap bubbles at him? Hiro allowed himself a chuckle at the thought of bubbles coming out of K's gun instead of bullets. Wouldn't the man have a bird? Actually Hiro decided he'd pay to see that, he laughed.
As he stood under the spray he decided he was going to miss Osaka, it had been a great concert last night, the fans' screams still rung in his ears. Afterwards they had drunk way to much beer in celebration, and Hiro scarcely remembered how he got to his room last night. They all knew they had to get up really early to catch a private jet to New Zealand. Bad Luck was touring the entire coast line of countries, it was really quite exciting. Fame was something they had strived for and achieved after many years. Now they could simply enjoy the course of stardom, and play their hearts out to a crowd that only kept growing.
An hour later they were seated on a plane, an exclusive jet belonging to NG. Hiro cast a look over at his best friend, Shuichi. He was seated next to the most attractive man of all Japan—or so many say—Yuki Eiri. It was amazing that the man decided to come along with them to Osaka in the first place. But in the last three years most of their endless bickering and mind-numbing crap had dwindled to embers. Hiro was grateful, who wanted to listen to that nonsense so often? All he hoped for was his friends' happiness and he was only too glad to see Yuki trail along. It wasn't like he couldn't write his novels while travelling, plus Shuichi always seemed brighter when he was around and that meant good things for Bad Luck.
But note to all…do NOT get a room next door to your best friend and his boyfriend!
Hiro rest his head back against the seat and sighed. It didn't matter if their crazy manager woke him up via gun or that Shuichi and Yuki's hotel bed banged against his hotel wall, he was never going to get another decent night's rest ever again. Or so it seemed, Hiro concluded.
"You look tired Hiro." The voice was young and sweet and Hiro cracked open an eye to look at Bad Luck's youngest member, Suguru Fujisaki.
"No shit…why couldn't we just get a flight tomorrow afternoon or something?" Hiro whined and looked over at the keyboardist who was seated next to him.
"Because we have an interview in four hours time," Sakano spoke up over Hiro's question. Even at five in the morning; the man was dressed respectfully in his ever present suit.
Sigh, "Of course, you see there is always a reason," Hiro groaned at Suguru. Letting his eyes take in his surroundings, the guitarist found himself feeling apprehension of the compactness of the private jet, a Cessna 500. It had six seats and two lounging sofa's in the back. Sure there was food and drink on the plane and even the pilots were blocked off with a separate door. But it didn't make him feel any better. It wasn't like he hated planes, it was just this plane was so small and to Hiro's eyes it seemed fragile. He'd much rather be on a jumbo jet.
"You nervous Hiro?" spoke a deep voice.
Hiro turned, "Not really," he told K's crotch. He blinked and looked up the tall expanse of the American. Did he have to stand so close? Geesh.
"Good, ETA two hours and twenty-three minutes. Why don't you catch a few more Z's," K told him and flopped into a seat in front and whipped out a newspaper.
Hiro stared over, where a mass of blond hair was poking out above the seat. Hrmph, easy for him to say, catch a few more Z's. Well…maybe K had a point, Hiro shrugged. But from his right he heard a yawn, it was Shuichi.
"I'm so tired Hiro…" he complained.
"I know but I'm sure after we get this interview over with, we'll be able to go back to the hotel," Hiro assured his friend.
"No can do guys, after the interview there's one teensy photo shoot that requires your immaculately groomed heads," K butt in, licking a finger and turning a page on his newspaper.
Groans of displeasure flitted throughout the air craft.
Teasingly, from behind K's seat, Hiro made a gun with his finger and thumb and pretended to shoot at the man in front of him. Shuichi snickered and Hiro giggled, Suguru covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a snort and Sakano clucked his tongue, "You're all looking for trouble," the producer said. Yuki didn't see anything because he was already fast asleep, his head resting on a pillow next to the window.
"Hiro…I saw that," K said with amusement and chuckled. He then pointed to the rear view mirrors just in front of him and waved at the guitarist, shaking his head.
Hiro blushed and sat back, he shot a look at Shuichi who found all this highly entertaining. It wasn't his fault, he blamed it all on the clock; five am was not an hour fit for humans he thought.
"Why is it taking so long to take off already?" wondered Suguru as he peered out the window.
"Yeah it is taking rather long to get going, what's the hold up?" Sakano voiced his own concern. Then the pilot's voice came over the speaker…
"Sorry folks we had too perform a pressure check on one of the turbofans, everything seems to be at one hundred percent. Prepare for departure."
"And there you go," muttered K and ruffled his paper annoyingly.
Yeah, that was all it was, Hiro thought and relaxed. In moments he fell asleep...
Take my hand Hiro, hold it and never let go,
Strive forward there is nothing stopping you.
But stop falling…
Cracked, the sky before me, the earth below,
Hanging onto nothing, the water slipping through my fingers.
Can't you hear me calling…
"Hiro!"
"HIRO!"
Hiro's eyes shot open.
"We're going to crash!"
As if rammed, Hiro was tossed towards the front of the plane, bashing his head and shoulder against the ridge of the upper storage compartments. A flaring pain spun over his eyes, Hiro blinked until the blackness washed away. The craft was no longer parallel; it was tipped nose forward, soaring towards the earth below at a forty-five degree angle.
Racing towards their deaths!
The sudden change of angle and pressure caused Hiro to get thrown towards the back. Flying over seats, arms thrashing about, he held his hands out for impact this time. Crunch! The pain shot up his arm, torn open by a shredded piece of metal. Crying out he didn't have time to look at the gaping wound on his forearm.
I don't want to die!
Hiro's mind cried that over and over as his eyes darted about, looking for anything of rescue. A parachute, maybe an inflatable raft…but his mind kept resorting to panic…he was going to die! The scream was stuck in his throat, the pressure on his lungs prevented it from coming out. All he saw was the horror stricken faces of his colleagues…Sakano hung onto his seat; Suguru was knocked out only a few feet away from him. Suddenly Shuichi grabbed onto him, he and Yuki had been tossed back here as well.
They clamoured at each other, things of regret, of promise, shameless things in a moment of pure terror. But nothing mattered anymore; the words couldn't even be heard above the noise. The anguished "I love yous" got devoured by the roar of the crashing plane. Frantic, Hiro thought his heart seemed to have stopped beating.
Spotting the holding above him, Hiro grabbed onto the tab and pulled open a storage compartment. Inside were lifejackets and one inflatable raft. The parachutes he knew would be useless at this speed. He left them and thrust the jackets at Yuki and Shuichi.
He had to try and reach Suguru and put a jacket on him. Against the force of gravity, Hiro brought himself to the lowest point, the floor. And using the seats, he dragged himself forward and clung onto two lifejackets. The keyboardist managed to prevent from being tossed to the back, by being cornered by the front two seats. Hiro managed to reach the front; he smacked the boy's face, in hopes to wake him up. But he stopped; realizing waking him up would force him to face death in the eye. Holding himself in place using his feet, Hiro quickly thread Suguru's arms into the jacket.
Suddenly the plane began to jump and shake. What was going on? A horrible yawning whine assailed Hiro's ears. The plane was falling apart, literally tearing! Then there was an explosion, the force sent Suguru over Hiro's head and to the back of the plane. Without blinking an eye, the wing of the airplane came crashing through the middle of the plane, tearing open a gaping hole. Pressure changed and everyone held onto whatever they could to try and not be sucked out.
Acrid smoke made Hiro cough and his eyes water, but none of that mattered. The tearing metal kept coming apart, and one breath later, half of the plane was gone. Looking behind him, Hiro could barely register what he saw, and that he, was holding onto only one half of the plane.
My breath is gone…
It seemed like an eternity, waiting for death to come. There were no words to describe the utter void of one's mind before impending death. Some say your life flashed before your eyes, that last dream before the darkness.
Then it came. There was impact. The fuselage had hit the water with incredible force. Shrouded all at once in cold water, Hiro fearfully, still clung to the seat frame. He had to let go or he'd drown! Striving off shock, he finally let go and the lifejacket soared up past his chin, headed for the surface. Using the jacket as guidance he found the momentum to kick up and swim to the surface. It seemed like such a long way up, but he kicked with all his might, still hearing the groan of the monster sinking below him.
Breaking the surface, Hiro gulped for air, gasping and almost inhaling water. He coughed and spluttered, the agony on his right arm searing with pain, the salt water making it sting. Looking around frantically there was no sign of anybody else. It was so quiet on the surface that no one would ever know of the horrific event that just took place here. The lifejacket floated near by and Hiro grabbed it and put it on.
It was dark.
So very quiet.
He was all alone.
The world went black…