YAY I IS OFF MY WRITING HIATUS
Title: Death Waits for No Man
Rating: PG 13 for blood (I want to be safe. ;___;)
Series: Kamichama Karin Chu
Characters: Kirio Karasuma, Yuki Sakurai, with brief mentions of Rika and others
Summary: Yuki had always been afraid of death until it finally came.
Notes: Those who read this minus seena58 and spiraling_sins probably wouldn't understand what's going on, so I guess I'll explain. The three of us had a crazy, crack!tastic theory that certain the characters were actually going to meet dark fates. However, none of that really happened, so I guess this is a speculative AU of sorts. Please do excuse the suckage- I haven't written anything in a long time.
Blood. It’s taste was almost metallic, coppery… He could feel the warm, thick fluid trickle from his lip, and from the corner of his dark eyes, he could vaguely see red droplets hit the pavement. Steam rose from their stains, and the cold air stung his nose and chilled him to the bone. He could hear metal clanking against the pavement, in minute intervals- He was shivering. He tried to silence the noises by wrapping his bloodied arms around himself, but his efforts were to no avail.
Another faint noise echoed in the distance- The pitter-patter of elegant footsteps. They moved quickly, yet gracefully, and belonged to someone who was seemingly caught in the midst of time, but underneath the guise of serenity was a passionate, burning intent to win by any means necessary.
“Sakurai,” a deep, smooth voice called out. When it received no response, it called again, only with more volume and a slight hint of concern. “Sakurai!”
Yuki could only cough in response, and for some reason, he did not have the strength (or the breath, for that matter) to utter a sound. However, Kirio’s icy, indifferent stare now fixed upon the trembling mass that once was the body of a cheerful young boy. Pale, long fingers brushed over Yuki’s body, and gripped his shoulder briefly. Wincing, the older boy drew his hand back sharply, and examined it. It was now splotched with a bright, crimson color.
Yuki was surprised at how gentle the former student council president’s touch was- He had always expected it to be to be restricting, but it was firm yet brotherly, and soft.
“Sakurai,” Kirio said, his voice seemed to cut through the block of ice that was the air. “Show me that you can hear me. You don’t have to do anything much- Look at me.”
Yuki’s eyes darted to a pale face, shaded by raven black hair. Startled, Kirio attempted to hide his shock by keeping his features unchanged, however, his violet eyes widened slightly. Though he had always been fair, Yuki was now a sickly green, but the color in his face was draining quickly, and it was turning ghastly white. The younger boy possessed a tired, yet undaunted stare, and his hair was an unkempt mess of black knots.
“Sakurai..,” was really all Kirio could say- He wasn’t the best at telling the truth, after all, lying was his specialty.
“I’m going to die,” Yuki whispered softly, then gasping for air and coughing violently again.
“Don’t speak,” Kirio grumbled, scowling. “Don’t be a fool. If you didn’t have the strength to say anything while I was calling for you, you shouldn’t have the energy to utter a sound, now.”
Yuki smiled weakly, and though it was the smile of a dying boy, it also was that of an enlightened child, gloating over the trivial fact that he knew more than his poor, naïve friends.
“Why are you so calm?” Kirio questioned, then, he frowned more. “Right, you can’t answer me- Asking such a question is unnecessary. But still, someone… In this state, wouldn’t you be… Afraid?”
Yuki continued to smile.
“That’s kind of… Creepy,” Kirio sighed, taking hold of Yuki’s practically motionless body and providing support for the injured boy’s head. Kirio added, in a whisper, “I could call for help.”
Yuki’s expression ceased to change.
“I know, I would have to come up with some kind of story as to how this happened, and I couldn’t tell them the truth… But we can still save you-“
“Not possible,” was Yuki’s breathy, strained reply. His voice sounded like a form that had just gone through a paper shredder.
“I’ll do whatever I can..,” Kirio gritted his teeth. “Yi would never forgive me.”
“Not your fault...”
“Yes it is. I’m not denying anything- It’s my fault I got you into this-“
“Rika.”
“No, it’s not her fault either, it’s…”
It was just a mess of things that had started it. Though he couldn’t quite trace the source of this disaster to one person, he blamed himself for Yuki’s state, and the guilt inside him seethed through the walls of his stomach like acid, and burnt just the same.
“I-“
The last bit of color was gone from Yuki’s face, and his body went limp. Biting his lip, so hard that it bled, Kirio’s hand shook violently as Yuki fell to the ground. A mixture of terror and anger surged through his veins, and he forced a palm over his mouth in order to silence his raging, anguished scream.
“Shit,” was all that managed to escape as Kirio jammed his knuckles into the ground. “Shit…”
Rating: PG 13 for blood (I want to be safe. ;___;)
Series: Kamichama Karin Chu
Characters: Kirio Karasuma, Yuki Sakurai, with brief mentions of Rika and others
Summary: Yuki had always been afraid of death until it finally came.
Notes: Those who read this minus seena58 and spiraling_sins probably wouldn't understand what's going on, so I guess I'll explain. The three of us had a crazy, crack!tastic theory that certain the characters were actually going to meet dark fates. However, none of that really happened, so I guess this is a speculative AU of sorts. Please do excuse the suckage- I haven't written anything in a long time.
Blood. It’s taste was almost metallic, coppery… He could feel the warm, thick fluid trickle from his lip, and from the corner of his dark eyes, he could vaguely see red droplets hit the pavement. Steam rose from their stains, and the cold air stung his nose and chilled him to the bone. He could hear metal clanking against the pavement, in minute intervals- He was shivering. He tried to silence the noises by wrapping his bloodied arms around himself, but his efforts were to no avail.
Another faint noise echoed in the distance- The pitter-patter of elegant footsteps. They moved quickly, yet gracefully, and belonged to someone who was seemingly caught in the midst of time, but underneath the guise of serenity was a passionate, burning intent to win by any means necessary.
“Sakurai,” a deep, smooth voice called out. When it received no response, it called again, only with more volume and a slight hint of concern. “Sakurai!”
Yuki could only cough in response, and for some reason, he did not have the strength (or the breath, for that matter) to utter a sound. However, Kirio’s icy, indifferent stare now fixed upon the trembling mass that once was the body of a cheerful young boy. Pale, long fingers brushed over Yuki’s body, and gripped his shoulder briefly. Wincing, the older boy drew his hand back sharply, and examined it. It was now splotched with a bright, crimson color.
Yuki was surprised at how gentle the former student council president’s touch was- He had always expected it to be to be restricting, but it was firm yet brotherly, and soft.
“Sakurai,” Kirio said, his voice seemed to cut through the block of ice that was the air. “Show me that you can hear me. You don’t have to do anything much- Look at me.”
Yuki’s eyes darted to a pale face, shaded by raven black hair. Startled, Kirio attempted to hide his shock by keeping his features unchanged, however, his violet eyes widened slightly. Though he had always been fair, Yuki was now a sickly green, but the color in his face was draining quickly, and it was turning ghastly white. The younger boy possessed a tired, yet undaunted stare, and his hair was an unkempt mess of black knots.
“Sakurai..,” was really all Kirio could say- He wasn’t the best at telling the truth, after all, lying was his specialty.
“I’m going to die,” Yuki whispered softly, then gasping for air and coughing violently again.
“Don’t speak,” Kirio grumbled, scowling. “Don’t be a fool. If you didn’t have the strength to say anything while I was calling for you, you shouldn’t have the energy to utter a sound, now.”
Yuki smiled weakly, and though it was the smile of a dying boy, it also was that of an enlightened child, gloating over the trivial fact that he knew more than his poor, naïve friends.
“Why are you so calm?” Kirio questioned, then, he frowned more. “Right, you can’t answer me- Asking such a question is unnecessary. But still, someone… In this state, wouldn’t you be… Afraid?”
Yuki continued to smile.
“That’s kind of… Creepy,” Kirio sighed, taking hold of Yuki’s practically motionless body and providing support for the injured boy’s head. Kirio added, in a whisper, “I could call for help.”
Yuki’s expression ceased to change.
“I know, I would have to come up with some kind of story as to how this happened, and I couldn’t tell them the truth… But we can still save you-“
“Not possible,” was Yuki’s breathy, strained reply. His voice sounded like a form that had just gone through a paper shredder.
“I’ll do whatever I can..,” Kirio gritted his teeth. “Yi would never forgive me.”
“Not your fault...”
“Yes it is. I’m not denying anything- It’s my fault I got you into this-“
“Rika.”
“No, it’s not her fault either, it’s…”
It was just a mess of things that had started it. Though he couldn’t quite trace the source of this disaster to one person, he blamed himself for Yuki’s state, and the guilt inside him seethed through the walls of his stomach like acid, and burnt just the same.
“I-“
The last bit of color was gone from Yuki’s face, and his body went limp. Biting his lip, so hard that it bled, Kirio’s hand shook violently as Yuki fell to the ground. A mixture of terror and anger surged through his veins, and he forced a palm over his mouth in order to silence his raging, anguished scream.
“Shit,” was all that managed to escape as Kirio jammed his knuckles into the ground. “Shit…”