Fic "For The Times That Has Yet To Come"
"For The Times That Has Yet To Come"
AU JE Fic
Rating: PG-13
Summary: No one really knows why but one evening, demons started to walk on this earth and brought armageddon. Nishikido Ryo finds himself leading survivors as best as he can trapped in Osaka and trying to survive another day.
I can tell you when my life spun out of control
But I won't.
I never want to willingly remember that night. My fucking brain force me to relive it nearly every night. What would be the worst nightmare a person can ever have is what I'm found seeing everytime I shut my fucking eyes.
The nightmares I have to deal with the rest of the time is enough, thank you very much.
My shirt is sticky and itchy but I can't bring myself to take it off yet. Funny how I was the guy that had trouble wearing one most of the time. I know that a piece of cloth can't shield me from much but it's the little things that keep me alive right now.
My hands are still shaking from decapitating the head of a teenage girl.
I don't know what scares me most: how easy it was or the fact that I'm still alive.
My name is Nishikido Ryo. Five weeks ago I was a Japanese idol.
Today I'm trying to survive until the next day.
Even if I'm not sure why.
Ryo turned his back from the others -he didn't want to be accused of being ridiculous even if it wasn't so- as he checked his cellphone, again. The only way to communicate was through text messages and even then, it wasn't all that safe.
There hadn't been news from anyone that was in Tokyo. Not ever since a month ago.
It was risky to cross the streets, crossing half the country was just plain suicide.
And it was the same with the rest of the world. Three weeks ago, Yasu received a call from Maru and Yoko. The two had left for a three days vacation in Vegas when all hell broke loose -literally-.
They had found refuge somewhere which was incredible considering their level of english and the fact they didn't have any contacts in the States. Yasu relayed Maru's message on Ohkura's phone -the last real conversation they shared- that he and Yoko were okay but the same shit was going in the USA, just like what the news reported before the television stopped working.
No one really knew how it came to this. Everything happenned suddenly. Everything started to malfunction. Everyone started to die.
The best course of action was to hide and not trust anyone else. They were 14 people when they started on their journey 5 weeks ago and now they were down to 3 shut-in a tiny apartment on the highest floor of the highest building they could find.
Ryo shut his cellphone, electricity came and went and they weren't sure when it would be gone definately. And with family and friends scattered all over, they had to find a way to reach them. Just to know if they weren't the last people on Earth.
Ryo glanced out the window, the sun was a warm orange glow against the sky. It was the kind of day that made him want to walk around, to play soccer in a parking lot or to escape near a river bank for a impromptu BBQ. He leaned his forehead on the cool glass breathing deeply.
He had to keep his head.
For their sakes.
He could see their still forms reflected on the glass panel. They had somewhat abandoned the idea of doing shifts a week ago when the lack of sleep made them nearly psychotic and paranoid. Still, Ryo was the one that slept the least. He didn't mind that much, he was always an overacheiver anyway.
Ohkura's arm was draped around Uchi as the two were curled on an armchair they found three floors below when they went hunting for supplies. They looked almost innocent together, both with with their hair much longer than Johnny's would have ever permitted them to wear. But, Johnny's didn't really exist at the moment, so the point was moot.
Ryo slid to rest his chin against his arms, his eyes peering over the scenary. People were hiding all over. He tried not to think too much of his family, he had received a text from his sister two weeks ago and it did little to comfort him. Somewhere Yasu and Subaru were hiding together.
Yasu had been with them at the beginning. He wasn't in the train with them, but he had meet with them the next day. Subaru had called then. His mother was dead. They all knew how lost Subaru must have felt even if he did try to hide it.
Tacchon and Hiroki pleaded a day and night to keep him with them. They had already lost 4 people at that time trying to find a refuge. They knew how bad it was. Yasu vanished just when they thought they had convinced him to stay.
Ryo knew better but kept his mouth shut. He had known Yasu for so long that he could read the signs on his face. Yasu was stubborn and only waited to make sure his plan would work.
Ryo already knew that Yasu could do anything and wasn't surprised to received a text message from Subaru saying that Yasu had reached him and they had found a refuge somewhere in Osaka. It wasn't wise to say where. Ryo had immediately changed their own hideaway.
They were attacked that day and lost another 2 of their party.
Ryo never blamed Yasu, even if they had to change their hideout because of him. Some of the others did too, for a while. But not too much, they had to find ways to survive.
It was pretty much trials and errors by that point. Luck was on their side and they found ways to protect themselves: incenses, salt for some obscure reason, one brand of sake, writing protecting kanji of doors and walls. And decapitation.
That worked everytime.
Demons were walking on Earth, undisguised, clearly bent on killing every human that crossed their paths. And now after 5 weeks of hiding out, Ryo was starting to get restless of being pressed into a corner by fear. What was going on wasn't right.
And that meant they had to fight back. They had to if they wanted to stay alive.
Ryo stood up, feeling cramps in his legs from sitting too long, and walked stiffly across the room to the western style kitchen table. He took back his pen and smoothed the wrinkles on the notebook. The first ten pages or so were equations written in a child's clumsy handwriting. He briefly paused before pulling the cap off the inkpen -Yamapi would laugh at him if he knew how dilligent he was now at keeping a daily journal- and continued to write.
He did it for his sanity and the slight chance someone would read it one day (excluding the two loveable thorns at his side, he only wrote when they were unconscious).
Even if I'm not sure why.
I don't know how long I'll survive.
But I know I'm tired of hiding.
AU JE Fic
Rating: PG-13
Summary: No one really knows why but one evening, demons started to walk on this earth and brought armageddon. Nishikido Ryo finds himself leading survivors as best as he can trapped in Osaka and trying to survive another day.
I can tell you when my life spun out of control
But I won't.
I never want to willingly remember that night. My fucking brain force me to relive it nearly every night. What would be the worst nightmare a person can ever have is what I'm found seeing everytime I shut my fucking eyes.
The nightmares I have to deal with the rest of the time is enough, thank you very much.
My shirt is sticky and itchy but I can't bring myself to take it off yet. Funny how I was the guy that had trouble wearing one most of the time. I know that a piece of cloth can't shield me from much but it's the little things that keep me alive right now.
My hands are still shaking from decapitating the head of a teenage girl.
I don't know what scares me most: how easy it was or the fact that I'm still alive.
My name is Nishikido Ryo. Five weeks ago I was a Japanese idol.
Today I'm trying to survive until the next day.
Even if I'm not sure why.
Ryo turned his back from the others -he didn't want to be accused of being ridiculous even if it wasn't so- as he checked his cellphone, again. The only way to communicate was through text messages and even then, it wasn't all that safe.
There hadn't been news from anyone that was in Tokyo. Not ever since a month ago.
It was risky to cross the streets, crossing half the country was just plain suicide.
And it was the same with the rest of the world. Three weeks ago, Yasu received a call from Maru and Yoko. The two had left for a three days vacation in Vegas when all hell broke loose -literally-.
They had found refuge somewhere which was incredible considering their level of english and the fact they didn't have any contacts in the States. Yasu relayed Maru's message on Ohkura's phone -the last real conversation they shared- that he and Yoko were okay but the same shit was going in the USA, just like what the news reported before the television stopped working.
No one really knew how it came to this. Everything happenned suddenly. Everything started to malfunction. Everyone started to die.
The best course of action was to hide and not trust anyone else. They were 14 people when they started on their journey 5 weeks ago and now they were down to 3 shut-in a tiny apartment on the highest floor of the highest building they could find.
Ryo shut his cellphone, electricity came and went and they weren't sure when it would be gone definately. And with family and friends scattered all over, they had to find a way to reach them. Just to know if they weren't the last people on Earth.
Ryo glanced out the window, the sun was a warm orange glow against the sky. It was the kind of day that made him want to walk around, to play soccer in a parking lot or to escape near a river bank for a impromptu BBQ. He leaned his forehead on the cool glass breathing deeply.
He had to keep his head.
For their sakes.
He could see their still forms reflected on the glass panel. They had somewhat abandoned the idea of doing shifts a week ago when the lack of sleep made them nearly psychotic and paranoid. Still, Ryo was the one that slept the least. He didn't mind that much, he was always an overacheiver anyway.
Ohkura's arm was draped around Uchi as the two were curled on an armchair they found three floors below when they went hunting for supplies. They looked almost innocent together, both with with their hair much longer than Johnny's would have ever permitted them to wear. But, Johnny's didn't really exist at the moment, so the point was moot.
Ryo slid to rest his chin against his arms, his eyes peering over the scenary. People were hiding all over. He tried not to think too much of his family, he had received a text from his sister two weeks ago and it did little to comfort him. Somewhere Yasu and Subaru were hiding together.
Yasu had been with them at the beginning. He wasn't in the train with them, but he had meet with them the next day. Subaru had called then. His mother was dead. They all knew how lost Subaru must have felt even if he did try to hide it.
Tacchon and Hiroki pleaded a day and night to keep him with them. They had already lost 4 people at that time trying to find a refuge. They knew how bad it was. Yasu vanished just when they thought they had convinced him to stay.
Ryo knew better but kept his mouth shut. He had known Yasu for so long that he could read the signs on his face. Yasu was stubborn and only waited to make sure his plan would work.
Ryo already knew that Yasu could do anything and wasn't surprised to received a text message from Subaru saying that Yasu had reached him and they had found a refuge somewhere in Osaka. It wasn't wise to say where. Ryo had immediately changed their own hideaway.
They were attacked that day and lost another 2 of their party.
Ryo never blamed Yasu, even if they had to change their hideout because of him. Some of the others did too, for a while. But not too much, they had to find ways to survive.
It was pretty much trials and errors by that point. Luck was on their side and they found ways to protect themselves: incenses, salt for some obscure reason, one brand of sake, writing protecting kanji of doors and walls. And decapitation.
That worked everytime.
Demons were walking on Earth, undisguised, clearly bent on killing every human that crossed their paths. And now after 5 weeks of hiding out, Ryo was starting to get restless of being pressed into a corner by fear. What was going on wasn't right.
And that meant they had to fight back. They had to if they wanted to stay alive.
Ryo stood up, feeling cramps in his legs from sitting too long, and walked stiffly across the room to the western style kitchen table. He took back his pen and smoothed the wrinkles on the notebook. The first ten pages or so were equations written in a child's clumsy handwriting. He briefly paused before pulling the cap off the inkpen -Yamapi would laugh at him if he knew how dilligent he was now at keeping a daily journal- and continued to write.
He did it for his sanity and the slight chance someone would read it one day (excluding the two loveable thorns at his side, he only wrote when they were unconscious).
Even if I'm not sure why.
I don't know how long I'll survive.
But I know I'm tired of hiding.