[fanfic] Stranger #1
Title : _Stranger_ (1/4)
Rating/ Genre : PG-13/ Romance, Angst, Fluff, AU
Fandom : Alice Nine
Pairing : Tora x Saga
Disclaimer : not mine. ==a
Warning : MalexMale relationship, this is my first eigo fic. Without Beta reader.
So, I’m Sorry for my bad eigo (_ _)a
Summary : Who would have thought the world can turn so cruel when you feel happiness!
@ V42 @
“The passengers may now exit the plane"
A young man jerked awake, his eyes flickered open, confused by the surrounding environment.
"Please, check your bags and make sure nothing is left behind when you leave the plane"
"Ah!" The young man stood up, hitting the overhead luggage compartment in a daze. He moaned softly before reaching for his backpack and followed the other passengers.
"Hahhh ~ ..." He could see his breath when the cold temperature touched his thin body. The surprisingly drastic change in the temperature made him shiver in the cold. The thick jacket he was wearing wasn’t enough to shield him from the cold temperature. But none of this seemed to affect the young man who looked around with shining eyes.
This is Japan. I am really in Japan.
The young man kept repeating the same phrase in his head. With his hard work he had finally managed to get a scholarship and go on a student exchange program to Japan.
“summimasen, how long will you stay here?”
“San gatsu” he stammered, he was not yet fluent at Japanese.
“Hai, here’s your passport. Hajimemashita, Takashi-san …”
The young man, Takashi, rushed to take his suitcase from the baggage claim area. With a smile that wouldn’t leave his face, Takashi dragged his suitcase out of the airport, his mind filled with the plans for his stay in Japan. He knew that he’d have to be on his best behaviour during his stay here.
The excited shouts greeted Takashi at the exit, but immediately stopped when they saw that Takashi came out with a cold, pale face. Not bothered by its peculiarity, the straight-haired brunette reached for the map in his jacket pocket, he had been advised to go to sensei’s family home and live there during his stay in Japan. His brow furrowed slightly as he read the instructions to take several trains of different majors.
"Gyaaaaaaa ... .." excited shouts again.
Takashi was push back by several women at once, nearly toppling over. "GYAAAAAA !!!!!" noisy people squeezed out.
4 people with thick jackets walked out of the airport door, escorted by men in black.
One of them was sweet and round-faced who was waving at everyone in a friendly manner. The small blond guy only nodded, smiling thinly. Then two men equally tall, the first brown-haired, grinned toward the crowd, which was greeted with hysterical screams, and the other with black hair who walked last. People jostled forward in an attempt to see the four more closely and clearly. Apparently it was the fourth person who was awaited.
Takashi was pushed in all directions by people who had gathered. An engrossed hysterical fan dragged the backpack of the last man in excitement. A bodyguard tried to retrieve the backpack by force. The bag was thrown beside Takashi as he lost his backpack and suitcase, making him curse inaudibly in an attempt to reach his backpack.
Grey eyes met his emerald ones.
After a few long seconds, Takashi blinked in confusion when the black-haired man immediately went after his bag. Takashi grabbed his backpack and left hurriedly.
@ V42 @
The hand was trembling, scared by two different but equally daunting things.
Takashi held a backpack that was not his.
That backpack did not contain any valuables owned by the young man, no wallet, no passport, no agenda, none of Takashi's belongings. He didn’t know how many times he checked it, hoping it was his bag.
But nothing changed, his backpack was somewhere he do not know. Mixed up with other backpacks.
Takashi went back to airport and searched, but found nothing. Even the janitor did not know.
And now, the brunette was confronted by another fear.
A group of grim-faced men cornered him in a narrow alley, those grim faces looked dangerous.
“A girl?” One of them looked at Takashi abhorrently.
“I think it’s a boy" Replied the other, stepping closer to Takashi.
Takashi stepped back, despite knowing there were high walls behind him. The man touched his face slowly, giving Takashi the Goosebumps, "and cute too..."
Takashi trembled immensely, terrified and desperate.
Who could help? He didn’t know where to go, this wasn’t familiar territory.
It's Japan! And the young man was lost here, alone.
"We can have fun with him first ..." said a large muscular man with full facial tattoos and a cruel grin plastered on his face. His two friends nodded, laughing. Takashi, cornered, couldn’t escape.
“summimasen …”
But no one listened him, three men grabbed him, grabbed his bag and touched his whole body lubriciously. Takashi attempted to resist, he tried to run away to save himself, but his strength did not match theirs.
“Yameru!!”
"Shit, he doesn’t have anything!" the one who emptied his bag said.
"Doesn’t matter, he could certainly make money for us ..."
Their laughter increasingly sounding creepy, struck the young man a number of times to stop him from thrashing about.
"Onegai, yameru!" Takashi struggled in the last attempt before it was too late. His screams desperate, begging for release. But the men were increasing their force.
Nothing gained.
It's all in vain.
@ V42 @
[Takashi’s POV]
I screamed in excruciating pain.
I do not know how many people forced me to serve them, and every time I resisted or fought back, they awarded me with several blows on my body which was getting weaker.
I no longer knew what is going on, I could think of nothing but the pain I felt.
The voices laughed sinisterly around me, gaining pleasure and satisfaction from the pain I undergo. I’m almost dead.
"wake up, slut!"
Cold water was splashed on my face which made me choke up from the unconscious state which was more comfortable than when I opened my eyes. My head was dizzy and I couldn’t fight back as a hand pulled me up. The hand dragged me roughly then threw my body.
My body hit a soft object. There was another man who was waiting for me.
As always.
"Use him as much as you want ..."
The words were like a punishment to me. There was nothing I could do.
My body was so dirty, so frail, I could not oppose the indifferent treatment by perverted people. No one cared about my screams even though my voice was exhasuted. No one felt mercy for my aggrieved body.
Their laughs continuously echo in my head.
It went on like that until I tried to turn off all five senses. I wanted to fall asleep, still hoping this is just a nightmare and I would wake up in my bed, safe and comfortable.
But the footsteps and laughter of those people was still audible. They just never let me go ...
I was lying helplessly on the hard and uncomfortable bed, abandoned by people who paid me with a full red body and unbearable pain. Alone. Soon, I'd have to go back to that horrible place.
I got up slowly, ignoring the pain in all parts of my body.
This was my last chance ...
[Takashi’s POV end]
@ V42 @
“arghhhh~ …!”
"why?" a little boy looked up from the guitar he was playing and looked across the room where the black-haired young man who swore annoyed.
The black-haired picked up his backpack irritably, "this is not my bag!"
“how come?”
"dunno …" The black-haired man shrugged.
Actually the contents of his bag weren’t too valuable, it was just that it was one of his favourites. How was his bag swapped? When?
With a head full of questions, the young man rechecked the contents of the foreign bag. There was a wallet, passport and some other objects.
Surely the owner of this bag would be searching for his bag. The young man read the name on the badge. The photo attached reminded him of something.
Beautiful emerald eyes.
"hey, Tora ... are you sure it's not your bag?" Shou threw a drink can in Tora’s direction, glanced at the identification card of the bag’s owner. But Tora immediately hid it. "Who's is it?"
Tora just smiled, shrugged. The young man took out a cell phone from his pocket, pushed a speed dial and drank pocarysweet cans while waiting for his call to be picked up.
“hello? It’s me … I need your help…”
@ V42 @
Rain poured like frozen crystal beads.
The autumn rain chilled to the bone. The sunlight, which was almost fully submerged at dusk, did not help at all.
No point.
In the slim consciousness, the darkness felt like a relief.
Somebody with wet and muddy clothes sat alone in a deserted alley. The young man opened his eyes, the sky above his head looked so dark in the rain that continued pouring heavily. Shivering alone. The fear continued to sag in his heart and mind. Takashi closed his eyes again in an attempt to get rid of the pain. Again, he felt like dying right there.
So desperate.
What should he do, he did not know.
Everything was lost. He wasn’t missed. His spirits vanished while the torturing pain fear were endless. There was nowhere he could go, no chance to go back home. No one there to help.
Almost no hope.
Nothing left.
The sound of footsteps became louder, frightening him even more. His legs were wobbly trying to support his body while he stood. Could it be that those men found him? Takashi would not let them hurt him again, he had to escape. But where could he go?
The cold chilled him to the bone. But he did not stop, the sound of footsteps and laughter of people were still chasing him.
Everyone was running to avoid him, nobody cared one bit about a gross and wounded figure. Takashi didn’t know anybody. He was lost now. There was no way to go back.
Red light for pedestrians.
A truck, which was being driven fast, skidded across the street which had become slippery due to the rain. No one noticed and the warning had been too late. Takashi’s steps were heavy and slow and he had no intention to survive, let alone escape.
He had had enough, the young man was no longer willing to stay alive.
After all, there's no reason to survive. He was devastated. In just one day, Who would have thought the world can turn so cruel when you feel happiness!
The horn sounded deafening.
Time seemed to have stopped, the last thing Takashi was was the blinding bright light,
and everything was dark in an instant. Only the image of those warm grey eyes was left in his head.
@ V42 @
[Tora’s POV]
The scream was not heard clearly.
But it was obviously very fragile, full of suffering and desperate.
Two men dressed in white tried to calm a young man who sat in the corner. One step closer and the young man would grow pale with fear. Screams drowned in unclear sounds. There were several purple bruises on his pale face. He dug his fingernails into his skin to protect his face, creating reddening scars.
A very sad sight.
"What's wrong with him?" Is he really the person I’m looking for?
The doctor, who was preparing the syringe, turn around. His face sweating, "He suffered severe trauma. No one can approach him without him being scared and screaming. We must give him a tranquilizer ... "
I just nodded in response to that explanation. A nurse tried holding the hand of the youth who continued to scream and rebel.
Actually I was still not sure if this young man was the person I was looking for. But his face was similar to the photos on his ID and passport. Yes, I was looking for an opportunity to return the backpack that swapped with mine. All of his valuables were in the bag, so it’s natural for me to want to return it to its owner, right?
It took 5 days to find this young man, till the police said that he is in hospital after an accident.
Emerald eyes stared at me.
Then suddenly, the young man ran and stood behind me. His thin, pale hands clutching my sleeve, his body crouched in fear behind me. I could feel his body trembling.
The doctor looked perplexed, "You're his brother?" I shook my head, confused. A nurse stepped closer, and hands on my sleeve tightened their grip. His body shook more intensely.
"That’s weird, since regaining his conciousness he didn’t go near anyone ..."
I turned and stared at the frightened skinny body. "Is he okay?"
"Physical injuries are not too severe, but he suffered a nervous breakdown, or rather bad trauma, and it seems he also suffered memory loss. He did not remember who he is ... " The doctor sighed and faced his patient. “No one was looking for since he was found, except you ..."
I slowly rubbed thin hands which clutched my shirt, those emerald eyes stared back at me. Without the former bruises, he would look beautiful. It reminded me of the name on his passport, Sakamoto Takashi.
I knew this was different from my original objective of coming here. Should I just restore his bag that was swapped with mine? But the emerald eyes looked so miserable. I do not know what suffering he experienced that made him end up in such a state.
I held the fragile hand and his body slowly began to stop trembling.
And a decision which was right or not, I did not know, was spoken unexpectedly.
“can I take him home?”
[Tora’s POV end]
@ V42 @ _tsuzuku_