[Fic] Last Sun (5/?)
Title: Last Sun (formerly titled Orange Sunset) [5/?]
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong (friendship), OC
Rating: PG-13
Genre: friendship, family, drama
Summary: : In a city full of chaos and death, a suicidal vampire and an orphan boy find solace in a song.
AN: This is heavily based from the movie “Moon Child” where Gackt and HYDE co-starred. Go watch it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the members of DBSK/JYJ. They belong to themselves. Likewise, I do not own "Moon Child."
Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5
He stood still on the center of the room like a frozen statue, surrounded by unconscious men and a few dead bodies littered throughout the floor. His head was bowed, concealing the dangerous flash of bloodlust in his eyes. The scent of blood was everywhere no matter how hard he tried to not kill more than necessary. Some men were stupid enough to have shot their own comrades while trying to get to him.
Control. Control. Control, the remaining sane part of his mind chanted. His fangs ached, his throat burned. The freshly spilt blood was calling to him, the intoxicating, alluring scent threatening to send him berserk.
He can’t allow his hunger to get the best of him. His charges were in the building, after all.
Yunho took a chance to peek out of his shelter, and could only see the back of the vampire. The young man released a sigh he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Overwhelmingly relieved, he jumped out of the barrier and ran to Jaejoong, a triumphant cheer on the tip of his tongue.
“Jaejoong, you did it! I was so worried-“
“Stop.”
The sharp command cut Yunho short, and he slowed on his tracks, confused and a bit apprehensive. Was Jaejoong hurt somewhere?
“What’s the matter? Are you hurt somewhere?” he asked, as he slowly approached the vampire, concerned.
“You fool!” The ferocious, loud snarl that came from the vampire took him by surprise. Jaejoong suddenly whipped around to face him, a monstrous expression on his face, eyes flashing golden and his fangs bared and elongated. Yunho briefly questioned himself whether he should start running for his life. Jaejoong looked like he was beyond seriously pissed and bordering on snapping and ripping him from limb to limb.
“If you really wanted to die so much, you should have told me from the start so I wouldn’t have spent all these years refraining from snapping your neck!” he roared, making Yunho jump and recoil from him.
“I… I’m sorry… I just wanted to help…”
“What will it take you to listen!?” Jaejoong snarled as he took a threatening step towards the frozen teenager. “Do I need to punch you through a wall?” Another threatening step. “Do I need to break both your legs?” Another threatening step. “Do I need to beat you till you’re half dead, drain your blood to an inch of your life just so you would take time to LISTEN TO ME!?”
Yunho was flabbergasted, unsure on how to respond. His feet were glued to the floor as the vampire took steps after threatening step towards him.
“What?” Jaejoong sneered menacingly. “Got your tongue tied, boy? No cheeky comebacks you’re always so proud of? Do you want me to pull it out for you?”
The teenager froze visibly as the vampire drew nearer to him, hand reaching to Yunho’s mouth as if to make good of his threat.
Jaejoong let his anger overwhelm his bloodlust. Better anger than bloodlust. He concentrated on it, reveled in it, focused on righteous fury and ignored the aching hunger.
“I’m sorry!” the teenager yelped, wanting to step back in fear but frozen as he watched the angry vampire step nearer to him.
The anger lessened at seeing the boy tense, but not enough to stop him from teaching a lesson. His sensitive ears barely registered a soft clicking and rustling of clothes.
SLAP.
The force of the vampire’s backhanding snapped Yunho’s face to the side. There was a moment of complete unnerving silence before the teenager slowly reached and touched his stinging cheek. Shocked and hurt eyes turned to Jaejoong, unable to stop from watering.
There was a sudden tightening in his chest, and as Jaejoong watched Yunho’s eyes suddenly widen in panic, he wondered if this would be the day he had permanently driven the boy away.
“L-Look out!” cried Yunho suddenly, pointing at something behind the vampire.
Jaejoong swiftly spun around, just in time to see a bullet heading his way. His mind whirled in a split second, scenarios fleeting, actions considered and discarded, options only concerned with the safety of his charge. There was no time to move out of the way without letting Yunho get shot. With a backward glance at the frozen teenager, he held his ground.
Time seemed to slow down as Yunho watched Jaejoong’s back stiffen, hear a small grunt of pain, and collapse to his knees. There was red blood dripping down, fast pooling on the floor.
Jaejoong was shot. Jaejoong was shot Jaejoong was shot Jaejoong was shot he was shot he was shot was shot was shot shot shot and Yunho could only watch as the only father/brother-figure of his life bleed to death.
Mind kicking to overdrive so fast that everything seemed to stop; the only thing that only came into focus was the man standing in front of them, holding a still smoking gun and a sinisterly gleeful expression on his face.
Yunho found himself flinging himself in sudden overwhelming anger to the man, screaming and hitting and punching and biting and kicking everything and anything he could. Unfortunately, he failed to take into consideration that the man was still armed, the gun he was holding much more deadly than a teenager’s anger-driven bare hands.
Jaejoong looked up from his still tender wound which had already stopped bleeding just in time to see Yunho deliver a nasty kick to the man’s face. He would have smirked, if it weren’t for the fact that at the same time he heard the muffled sound of a gunshot.
He smelt it before he saw it-the blood blossoming through the fifteen-year-old’s shirt. He watched, frozen in horror-and he had never felt so much terror other than when he clutched the cold body of his family-the world coming to a frightening halt as he saw Yunho clutch his stomach in shock, and then crumple to the ground.
It awakened one of the most primal instincts he had always buried deep inside him ever since he had been turned. Hearing Yunho’s heart slowing down into a dangerous rhythm awakened a different monster within him, one that he didn’t know he had, one so wild he knows he can’t and refuse to hold back.
Yunho got hurt. Yunho’s life was threatened.
Unacceptable.
The vampire bared his fangs menacingly and turned slowly, so very painfully slowly to the culprit who had dared threaten Yunho’s life and succeeded. He growled-a vicious alarming growl that promised an excruciating painful death; It made the perpetrator’s blood run cold in sheer terror.
The creature lowered into an animalistic crouch before lunging like lightning. Viciously lashing out, the more primitive part of his mind chanting only one thing amidst the human’s screams:
Nobody hurts mine. Nobody.
For the first time in his life, he gave up control and let the monster he had been straining free. Gave up to the cold icy rage. He stood there, panting, the man having long since died with his brutal dealings, and yet the vampire felt the need to lash out more.
Only one call snapped his mind back to sanity.
“Jae-Jaejoong-hyung…” Yunho rasped, voice shaky and breathing unsteady, as if having just woken up from his shock.
The vampire was by his side in a matter of seconds, concealing his bloodied hands ineffectively. Yunho didn’t seem to notice. “Hold on, Yun… Hold on…” His voice let out a mixture of relief and apprehension and concern and fright rolled into one.
There was shuffling from behind him, and before the intruder could blink, Jaejoong was behind him, hand poised aloft and ready to crush his neck.
“It’s me! It’s me, Changmin!” the intruder frantically cried out.
Jaejoong quickly relaxed his hold and whispered silkily: “Flag down a car. We are going to the hospital.”
The younger lanky boy-still nervous about the vampire behind him-took a good look at the arms of the vampire where his friend lay, paled and immediately nodded and ran to call for a mode of transportation. He paled more at the sight of the man that Jaejoong had just viciously killed, before going to his way, trembling.
Jaejoong promptly took off his coat and started ripping it into long, even shreds. “Changmin’s calling for a taxi. It won’t take long.”
The injured boy weakly nodded, closing his eyes to try to get the room to stop spinning. “I… I got hit…” he laughed weakly, and Jaejoong wanted to slam his head him senseless and demand what was so funny. “S-Sorry, hyung… I didn’t listen to you… when you said I get out of the way…”
“ You should have listened when I told you not to come in the first place!” said Jaejoong, wrapping the shredded cloth around the teenager’s stomach and trying not to breathe deeply to avoid smelling the blood pouring out of the boy. He couldn’t feel the thirst anymore, but he’d rather not take the chance. The scene was so familiar, the memories of the past rushing to him, and he felt the phantom need to be sick.
“…I just… wanted to… prove to you… that I’m not just a… a useless kid you p-picked up from the…streets…”
“Well, you have a pretty unimpressive way of showing it-”
“…I’m sorry…”
“-And what kind of imbecile attacks a man holding a gun!?”
“…He shot you… He almost killed you…”
There was a moment of disbelieving silence before the vampire exploded. “Idiot!” the vampire roared, incredulous. “It doesn’t matter if I get hit! I’m a vampire! I don’t bleed to death!”
It wasn’t actually a lie. Gunshots hurt him (a lot) but have no other major effect on his body, unless shot through his heart like a stake, or his head.
“O-Oh… Oops?” the boy laughed weakly.
“…Idiot. You foolish, moronic, idiotic imbecile.”
“I wasn’t… thinking… I wasn’t sure… because you kept dodging the bullets… I assumed they would hurt you… I was worried… I didn’t… want you to die…”
“…And now you know. And if you ever mindlessly go against my word once more, you incredibly stupid boy, I will break both your legs so you never run around like a brainless chicken again.”
“Hehe… Alright…h-hyung…”
Several weeks later…
“Why do we need to learn this? I already know how to shoot,” Yunho asked, curiously inspecting a hand gun and simultaneously gnawing on a shoe. Jaejoong had kept his threat. As soon as the boy had recovered from his wounds, the vampire had promptly handed him one of his shoes (“My most expensive pair!” Yunho despaired) and blandly told him to eat it. Yunho’s face had fallen into disgust, but otherwise took the shoe and started chewing, grumbling all the while.
All three of them were at an abandoned fire range near the outskirts of the city. After finally deciding that living a virtuous life is wishful thinking in this city, he started to teach both of his charges on how to wield a gun and defend themselves the very moment that Yunho was on his feet. That way they wouldn’t be as mindless in the battle field as they had been during that ill-conceived heist that they stupidly gotten themselves into.
Jaejoong expertly ignored Yunho and continued setting up several dummies with bull’s eye targets several meters away.
Annoyed at being ignored, Yunho shouted. “Jaejoong!”
“Oh, so now it’s back to ‘Jaejoong this, Jaejoong that.’ What happened to ‘hyung, it hurts; hyung I’m in pain, make it go away; hyung, get those injections away from me!”
Yunho childishly blew him a raspberry.
Jaejoong’s eyebrow twitched as he tied the last bull’s-eye on the last straw dummy. He looked back at his charges; Yunho’s face was still scrunched up, tongue sticking out mockingly. Changmin, on the other hand, was meekly staring at the gun in his hand. The vampire mentally frowned. Lately, the boy had been jumpy and unusually nervous around him.
“It’s so you could protect yourself better,” Jaejoong finally graciously explained, “And maybe develop the general notion that yes, guns are actually deadly, and yes, attacking an armed man with bare hands is nothing short of brainless.”
“You’re never going to let that go, aren’t you?”
“Until you get that into your thick skull-no, not really,” the vampire flatly replied. He gracefully walked several steps away from first target and turned to Yunho…. And then took several more steps, just to be cautious… “You go first. Shoot that target,” he commanded.
“Fine…” the teenager grumbled, and then fired the handgun.
It missed Jaejoong’s foot by two inches. Yunho’s mouth dropped in horror. Changmin slowly inched away from the other teenager. Jaejoong simply gave Yunho an extremely pointed look.
Yunho smiled sheepishly. “…Uhm… I just need some practice… is all…?”
AN:
*Flashback before I started writing this chapter*
Changmin: (arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently, eyes narrowing dangerously)
Ikang: (nervous) Ehehe… You needed something, Changmin?
Changmin: Aren’t you forgetting something important?
Ikang: Uhm… well… nothing that I know of…
Changmin: What chapter are we in right now?
Ikang: Chapter five…
Changmin: (glare intensifies) And when was the last time you gave me lines?
Ikang: (looks through drafts) That would be since chapter… one… Oh.
Changmin: (pulls a mallet out of nowhere) And how many words did I say?
Ikang: (starts making self smaller) …Several?
Changmin: Eleven. Eleven words out of more than 4,000… What does that tell you?
Ikang: …That unless I rectify that, I’m going to be minced meat?
Changmin: Precisely. Now get to it!
I just realized I haven't given Changmin many lines, and seem to ignore him, which is unintentional in my part. Anyway, I would like to apologize for the unexpected delay of this chapter. With all the craziness with the packing and rushing to the airport, I thought I'd have time to sit down and update within the two weeks of our vacation, but I was mistaken. It was one heck of a whirlwind. Between tolerating two-hour drives back and forth between relatives' houses, being mosquito-food, going to people-packed tourist spots and practically scampering everywhere to get everything ready for my grandparents' golden wedding anniversary, I'm too tired to write when I find the time to sit down.
P.S. My sleep pattern is totally whacked out. Any suggestions for correcting it?