Heavenly: Chapter 1
Title: Heavenly
Pairing: NishiKato
Genre: Slight AU, Supernatural
Rating: PG
Words: 1,099
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, if I do, I wouldn’t write this.
Summary: Shige watches everyone from the heavens
A/N: I killed Shige in here. >__< And first fanfic. Not beta-ed. Loosely based on Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
Chapter 1: Goodbye
My body was found exactly 5 days and 10 hours after I got murdered. It’s almost in a rotten state, stinking and being eaten by worms. It’s a sight I don’t want anyone to see. The police got a call from a passer-by that there is a bag with a suspicious and smelly outlook. Once the police identified the body as Idol Kato Shigeaki, they cleaned the body and made it as presentable as possible. They then called my parents, who in turn called Ryo, who called NEWS. They all decided to meet at the lobby of the funeral home. My parents went in to formally identify my body, making my mother break down in a fit of tears and my father to bravely nod his head to the detective then turn his back on my body because of hurt, hiding his tears from the world, from my mother, from the detectives. NEWS sat outside, waiting, praying that it’s not me. All their praying ceased when they saw my parents come out of the room, frazzled and seemingly in a state of trance. My parents then slumped on the seat in the waiting room, my mother, silently sobbing now, on my father’s shoulder.
“You can see him, say goodbye privately, before announcing this to the world.” The sentence my father uttered literally broke Ryo apart. I heard his heart cracking and his knees give out. Koyama, Massu, and Tegoshi broke out on fits of crying. Yamashita-kun stood there, his mind blank, staring out into nothing. This went on for about 15 minutes before the detective entered the room, a sad expression on his face.
“If you want, we can inform the Jimusho in an hour.”
“No”, Ryo said, “Tell them tomorrow. Today is for his family and close friends. We don’t want the public to know it yet.” Prompting nods from my parents and other member.
Ryo then stood and walked inside the room where my body is in. I can feel sadness take over his body. I can feel every fibre of self control he has left breaking, releasing a dam of tears, never before seen by others. I want to reach out, touch his face. I’m in front of him now, seemingly alive, not being seen. ‘Ryo, I’m here. I’m alive. Can’t you see me?’ I wanted to tell him these things. But I know all this is in vain. I’m dead. I was killed. And this moment is the first time I felt hatred toward my murderer. This moment when I can’t touch Ryo, this moment that I can’t touch him, hold him, whisper comforting words. How can I comfort him, when I’m the reason he’s crying like this? He touches my face now. “
Shige, come back to me. I can’t live without you. I miss you. I love you.” And with these three words I love hearing from his mouth, he kissed my lips. There’s a feeling of finality, a feeling of goodbye in his kiss that I want to kiss him and tell him, ‘Ryo, I’m here!’ But to no avail, I can’t even touch him now. I try reaching out again, but I can’t touch him. He stood up, gave one last kiss on my forehead, squeezed my hand one last time then let go. Giving my body one last glance before leaving the room.
Koyama comes in next, eyes puffy from crying. He stops, stares at the space I am standing in. “Shige” I heard him say. I look at him.
“Shige, is that you?” He can see me?
I say, ‘You can see me?’ He nods. I wanted to jump with joy. I reach out and utter, ‘Koyama, I’m dead. Ryo didn’t see me. Tell him I love him. I was reaching out to him but I couldn’t touch him. I was talking to him. He didn’t hear me. Tell everyone I love them. Tell my parents that I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stay until they died. Tell the fans that I am happy. I’ll try to be happy, Koyama. I know it’s going to be hard, but try to be happy too. Thank you for being my bestfriend. Thank NEWS for being a great band and being great friends.’
Koyama reached out but I suddenly disappeared. He couldn’t believe what he saw and heard. He’s crying, typical Koyama. But I’m glad that I’m able to say the words I wanted to say. He touched my face, my hand, my hair. And wished that I’m still alive, that this is all a dream, that he just didn’t see me and that I didn’t tell him those words. But that’s just wishful thinking on his part. Having talked to me, or rather, heard me talk, almost transparent, angelic, and full of life was a better blessing than seeing my body, dead, un-breathing, and empty. He left the room, feeling oddly light.
The next one who came in was Yamashita-kun. He spoke no words. He just touched my face, my hands, seemingly memorizing all the creases, all my features, before letting me go. Instead of talking, he thought, his mind full of memories, of NEWS, of me and him. Our drinking nights, late-night talks, and just NEWS being crazy. It’s the memories that counts, he says. ‘I’ll keep you in my memories, Shige.’ That’s what he says. And I’m grateful for that. He left the room with puffier eyes and with a lasting memory.
Tegoshi and Massu came in together. They need each other for strength, they think. I also think so. They are very fragile inside. Despite the strong face of Massu and Tegoshi’s strong outlook in life, they are still very fragile. They went to either side of the table. Tegoshi immediately touching my face, and Massu immediately held my hand.
“Shige, why did you leave now? When we are on our way to the top? When we are all getting along?” Tegoshi said these strong and seemingly overwhelming words but inside, he’s hurting, deeply.
Massu says nothing, but think that he won’t have a shopping companion anymore, that NEWS will be nothing without me. These words makes my heart swell with joy and at the same time makes me want to return time and avoid that fateful alley in Shibuya. With these thoughts, they left the room. There’s silence, mourning, and all the members’ heavy words hung suspended in the air.
And with that atmosphere, I left their presence, back to my heaven, stroking Wagahai, lying in my king-sized bed and thinking how my death will affect these people.