A.C.: Return to school, like yay -- has anyone noticed? The linebreak button seems to be broken...
Summary: The dark phoenix is amongst them once more. Between emotions, hormones, therapy, and all around domestication, the Neo Borg will discover the truth explanations behind one Hiwatari Kai's revival...
Warnings:Slashy themes, all around insanity? Structure, grammar, much mistakes. Un-Betaed, uke-Kai and possible/guaranteed oocness
Pairings: Yuriy/Kai, one-sided/mild Brooklyn/Kai, Takao/Kai, Boris/Kai
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The water gushed out of the faucet before draining into the sink below. Droplets of blood joined it, staining the steel sink in swirls pink before being washed away. Kai gasped, his fist in the mirror, other hand clutching his bare chest.
He opened his fist, knuckles raw red from the impact against the mirror. Behind him, a flight attendant knocked on the door, inquiring about his well-being. He spat a short 'fine' before peeling the rubber bottom off of the black queen in his hand.
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"Here,"
Kai pushed the parcel towards the green-eyed youth in front of him.
"What is it?" asked Brooklyn, though he probably guessed if not knew what it was. Slowly the fingers pried the tape off the wrapping and produced a chess set.
"I'll be gone for a few days, so don't expect me anytime soon."
Brooklyn nodded amiably, smiling as he set the board.
Should the white ones be in front of him or the black? He decided that black suited Kai more. He inspected the black queen, marveling the delicate designs carved so painstakingly upon it. It made the white queen in comparison look dull, boring, not like Kai at all.
"Ah, I know. Still, come back soon."
The days turned cold with the upcoming winter. The trees were now bare, stripped of their once colorful coat of leaves. Drab and mottled brown littered the streets and here and there people were up sweeping the leaves into a neater pile.
Until the wind blew it away.
Kai stood up and turned towards the door. He put his jacket on and turned the doornob.
The wind blew in.
Kai's outfit was a little too thin to offer much protection against the chill, yet no one did much to change it. Small things in life they enjoyed, colors seemed brighter when the dark phoenix was there, feelings sharper.
"Ne Kai, catch." Without looking Kai caught it in midair, he held it up briefly in the fading sun before throwing a questioning look at Brooklyn. The redhead prodigy grinned softly, "It might come in handy."
"Brooklyn... tell me..."
Kai leaned against the doorway silhouetted against the pale sky.
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"3...
2...
1...and clear!"
The body shook limply but otherwise did not move. The oxygen mask began to slip from the tanned face down to the side. Another jolt and the same result, then another, and another... minutes trickled by, then hours... and all faded into the night.
"Is he alright?"
"Will he be ok?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"What happened?"
The doctor was tired but made no show of it other than the slight droop of his shoulders and the slightly sweaty forehead. He gently pried off the inquiring hands one by one, too used to the frantic reactions of juxaposed loved ones.
"We managed to stablize him, but he's in a coma, we don't know when he will awake." The horrified look on the children's faces was enough to make him cringe and wish that he had sent a nurse in his stead. He took a deep breath, "I would like you to tell me what has happened to your young friend that made him end up this way."
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"I see you... let me hold you... let me save you..."
Fires... and the laughter... a hand reached out, grabbed the other, held on... long as it could. The flames rose higher, laughter grew weaker.
"You can't save me... no one can..."
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"I don't like it."
Sergei shrugged, undeterred from peeling apples. The yellow-green skin came off in a neat spiral; they drooped slightly in the blonde's hand before falling to the fruitbowl along with other peels from previous apples.
"You never have and you never will."
Now why is that such a depressing thought?
"How can you be so..." the redhead waved a hand around in midair, struggling for a word that would not come to him.
"Calm? Why can't you have some faith in them?"
Yuriy reluctantly grabbed an apple, an un-peeled one before biting into it. The apple was a little bruised, it was sweet, the juice dribbled down his chin. He took a napkin and wiped it away.
"I miss them, I worry for them." He threw the napkin back down on the table and added in an undertone, "Even Ivan."
"I worry for them too. But don't forget, they're Blitzkrieg, they're one of us. "
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He drew the blade against his stomach, watching how the knife cut through the frontmost layer with ease. How blood welled up in droplets before drying, how the edges began to knit under Kuro Suzaku's influence, the cut spitting purple poison as it sealed into perfection.
Kai cut himself again, deeper this time, but not enough even to reach for the layer of stomach muscles. Then he dug even deeper, gasping in pain as warm red gushed out, spreading over his hands and dripping to the floor. He leaned briefly against the wall, pulling out the paper towels and spreading them on the floor. The cut was already scabbed over, the sketch of Kuro Suzaku on his stomach, her mark on him, even further up his stomach.
Sighing, he mopped the blood up, stuffing the bloodied tissues down the garbage chute. He looked at himself in the mirror wondering how and when he had gotten so pale. Inverse of Kuro Suzaku, Suzaku winked from her place facing away from her estranged, dark twin. Kai fingered the scarlet lines gently, tiniest smile gracing his face as he slipped into his shirt and jacket.
'I'm still here...'
'I love you...'
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"Brooklyn?"
Garland dropped in on the pordigy's home to a strange sight. The redhead was sitting on the couch as usual, his hands tucked neatly on his lap and his cup long since emptied. In front of him was a chess set with the pieces colored boldly in black and white, and as the blue-eyed boxer sat down he noticed that the pieces in front of him, the black, were missing their queen.
Garland raised an eyebrow inquiringly; Brooklyn merely shrugged still smiling in an oddly mystic quality.
"He's gone, but... he'll come back."
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"He said he was going out for a walk..." voiced Kane in monotone after much fidgeting and guilty glances from the others. "He never liked being indoor much; just for sleeping maybe... he always liked being outside... I should have gone with him..." and the blue haired boy fell silent, dropping his head. Salima scooted closer to comfort him, trying to hide the tears she showered on the back of his neck and his hair, wiping her face as Jim continued where Kane left off.
"When he didn't come back in time for dinner, we went out to look for him. We asked several kids and found that he went to the park and was blading there." The short blonde bit his lips, "when we got there all the kids were standing around in a circle with Goki lying in the middle. He was conscious for a bit and he was so... cold." Jim shivered, frightened at the thought of his best friend. "Just so cold..."
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"Well that only took like forever, what did you do? Seduce a stewardess?" asked Boris jokingly as he drained a bottle of wine he had bought with his fake ID.
Kai shot him a half-hearted glare before sitting down on his seat.
The seats were stained with who knows what and smelled slightly moldy. Boris could have sworn whatever stuffing that was in the seats had bunched up into lumpy balls behind him. And they still had five hours left out of their ten-hour flight.
"Something I ate I think."
Boris frowned, now he really knew something was wrong. Kai never used the words, 'I think' it just wasn't in his nature to do so.
"I ate the same thing as you and you don't see me holed up in the bathroom for an hour."
Setting his lips in a straight line, Kai looked away.
"Drop it Boris."
But Boris was no fool, he could smell the familiar metalic tang buried in the Russian's slim form. He was sure, if he searched the bathroom, there would be blood, lots of it. And it would all be Kai's.
But why...?
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"...Did you see her?"
Brooklyn smiled pleasantly, his hair burning red in the dying sun.
"He is beautiful," In the light Kai looked gorgeous, the silver bangs lit up in a copper flare. Warm colors looked good on Kai. "He is dangerous and exciting."
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Ayatsuji: aww thanks. Eh, you probably won't have to wait a long time for the next chapter -crosses fingers- I can probably write during English and fib that I'm taking... uh notes. -cough and goes to work on the next chapter-
innocentsmile: -solemnly- it is probably one of the few moments in the chapter where people are happy. Enjoy it while you can I think :P
yuriytalaivanov: Eeee... sorry to make you wait so long ;; hope you enjoyed this chapter
Ketsueki-Ken: That is a good threat... I updated so you'll have to review-:D