Soul Mates, Scene Three: Reason to Live
Title: Reason to Live
Characters: Yumichika and Ikkaku
Prompt: Table 2, #41 Angst (50scenes)
Rating: PG (Byn-safe)
Word count: 742
Warning: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I love them like they are.
Third scene from my Ikkaku/Yumichika series "Soul Mates."
Reason to Live
Another chilly morning. The sun is lazily peeking out over the horizon, not yet high enough to warm the frosty air. Yumichika is sitting on the small step outside of his room, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It's in moments like these that he realizes how fragile everything actually is. Everything, like the cloud-like breath that leaves him, eventually disappears into thin air - swept away in less than a moment.
But what if he were to disappear that quickly? He doubts anyone would notice if he simply ceased to be. No one would care. No one would be there to mourn his absence. It's a humbling, frightening thought. Even the most beautiful things must die. Even him.
Would he care if he died? Would it be such a loss? He died once - that is why he is here, in this 'life after death'. The streets of Rukongai are filled with people who once lived somewhere else. It is a simple, yet complicated cycle. Living and breathing and dieing. He wonders what it's all for, if there is a reason behind it. There must be.
He looks around, his gaze drifting over the people bustling in the street. They walk by, unaware that he is there. They scurry around and laugh with their friends. Friends. He doesn't have anyone. He is all alone. Perhaps that is why he feels so useless. Maybe if he had someone to live for....
But who? No one pays him any mind. They all walk by and go on with their daily lives, barely even noticing him. He feels like a voyeur, silently observing people as they do the only thing they know how to do - live. But what is it to live? What is it to die? He doesn't even know.
A commotion rises a little ways away, stirring him from his depressing thoughts. There is yelling, and the sound of swords colliding. He sighs again. So early in the morning, and yet someone has already begun to fight. Standing, he sets his cup inside the door and grabs his own sword. He'll go check out this fight. Fighting reminds him that he is alive.
Strolling slowly down the street, he nears the fight and observes it warily. It appears as if it is one man against many. The one man is obscured from his view by six shouting, cursing opponents. Something about the brawl stirs a tingling sensation at the base of his spine. Something about it excites him.
He continues to watch, his hands on his weapon, muscles tensed and ready to spring into action.
But then.... then he hears it.
The yell.
The voice.
It is the voice from his dream; he recognizes it instantly. His eyes widen. His pulse races. His hands begin to sweat as they grip the hilt of his katana tightly.
That voice. It has the same tone as it does in his dream. Honor, glory, and rage. So much rage... So much anger... It's as if the owner of the voice feels the same way he does, as if he fights for the same reason - to prove that he's alive.
A couple men fall away, clearing a space so that Yumi can see the man that the voice belongs to. His breath catches in his chest and he pales, his body quivering and his blood rushing to his feet.
Him.
Strength and power radiate from the man. Yumi can practically see the rage coiling around that muscular body. A twisted grin pulls across that laughing face. A gleam of light reflects off of that bald head. The voice he knows so well sounds out as yell - strong and steady over the noise of the street.
One by one, the man's opponents fall. They bleed and scream and back away. After a few minutes, there is no one left but Yumi and the man. That man. His heart jumps.
The bald man looks around and grins, blood from a head wound dripping down his chin. He glances at Yumichika and laughs. "Sorry, but I don't fight girls," he says, still chuckling.
Yumi blinks. For a moment he forgets how to speak. He simply stares. This man... this man is like none he's ever seen. There's something in his eyes - in those angry, brown eyes. It calms and excites him. Like in his dream.
He finally has something to live for.
Past scenes:
Scene One: The Dream
Scene Two: Frozen Beauty
Characters: Yumichika and Ikkaku
Prompt: Table 2, #41 Angst (50scenes)
Rating: PG (Byn-safe)
Word count: 742
Warning: Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I love them like they are.
Third scene from my Ikkaku/Yumichika series "Soul Mates."
Reason to Live
Another chilly morning. The sun is lazily peeking out over the horizon, not yet high enough to warm the frosty air. Yumichika is sitting on the small step outside of his room, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It's in moments like these that he realizes how fragile everything actually is. Everything, like the cloud-like breath that leaves him, eventually disappears into thin air - swept away in less than a moment.
But what if he were to disappear that quickly? He doubts anyone would notice if he simply ceased to be. No one would care. No one would be there to mourn his absence. It's a humbling, frightening thought. Even the most beautiful things must die. Even him.
Would he care if he died? Would it be such a loss? He died once - that is why he is here, in this 'life after death'. The streets of Rukongai are filled with people who once lived somewhere else. It is a simple, yet complicated cycle. Living and breathing and dieing. He wonders what it's all for, if there is a reason behind it. There must be.
He looks around, his gaze drifting over the people bustling in the street. They walk by, unaware that he is there. They scurry around and laugh with their friends. Friends. He doesn't have anyone. He is all alone. Perhaps that is why he feels so useless. Maybe if he had someone to live for....
But who? No one pays him any mind. They all walk by and go on with their daily lives, barely even noticing him. He feels like a voyeur, silently observing people as they do the only thing they know how to do - live. But what is it to live? What is it to die? He doesn't even know.
A commotion rises a little ways away, stirring him from his depressing thoughts. There is yelling, and the sound of swords colliding. He sighs again. So early in the morning, and yet someone has already begun to fight. Standing, he sets his cup inside the door and grabs his own sword. He'll go check out this fight. Fighting reminds him that he is alive.
Strolling slowly down the street, he nears the fight and observes it warily. It appears as if it is one man against many. The one man is obscured from his view by six shouting, cursing opponents. Something about the brawl stirs a tingling sensation at the base of his spine. Something about it excites him.
He continues to watch, his hands on his weapon, muscles tensed and ready to spring into action.
But then.... then he hears it.
The yell.
The voice.
It is the voice from his dream; he recognizes it instantly. His eyes widen. His pulse races. His hands begin to sweat as they grip the hilt of his katana tightly.
That voice. It has the same tone as it does in his dream. Honor, glory, and rage. So much rage... So much anger... It's as if the owner of the voice feels the same way he does, as if he fights for the same reason - to prove that he's alive.
A couple men fall away, clearing a space so that Yumi can see the man that the voice belongs to. His breath catches in his chest and he pales, his body quivering and his blood rushing to his feet.
Him.
Strength and power radiate from the man. Yumi can practically see the rage coiling around that muscular body. A twisted grin pulls across that laughing face. A gleam of light reflects off of that bald head. The voice he knows so well sounds out as yell - strong and steady over the noise of the street.
One by one, the man's opponents fall. They bleed and scream and back away. After a few minutes, there is no one left but Yumi and the man. That man. His heart jumps.
The bald man looks around and grins, blood from a head wound dripping down his chin. He glances at Yumichika and laughs. "Sorry, but I don't fight girls," he says, still chuckling.
Yumi blinks. For a moment he forgets how to speak. He simply stares. This man... this man is like none he's ever seen. There's something in his eyes - in those angry, brown eyes. It calms and excites him. Like in his dream.
He finally has something to live for.
Past scenes:
Scene One: The Dream
Scene Two: Frozen Beauty