[OHYASS] Sun Babies (PROLOGUE)
TITLE: Sun Babies
BY: nana_murakami / osakaromanesque
GENRE: AU, romance, angst, tragedy, probably a little psycho later.
PAIRING: Ohkura Tadayoshi / Yasuda Shota
SUMMARY: When - for an unknown reason - the sun gets blocked out, the people of the New Osaka City try to get by. Fighting the cold and dark days, two boys who were born just hours before the sun gets blocked out, live their lives as being the two last babies born during the sun's existence.
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write an OhYass again since ever. I know I have like a hundred other fanfics left hanging *coughcoughALMAMATERcoughcoughGREEDYcoughTHATKEMARISHIFIC* but hey, when plot bunnies come, they come. This is the effect of reading Ryu Murakami books AGAIN. Damn you Coin Locker Babies for being so awesome. Anyway, here it is - Sun Babies. As AU as it gets XD First chapter is similar to CLB because Ryu Murakami is a genius.
The woman did her makeup as professionally as she could - making sure no traces of childbirth was obvious in her face. She had given birth a few hours before and the baby was still lying in the tub. She pressed the baby’s stomach to see if it’ll cry. It didn’t. She was convinced he was dead. The baby’s penis was slimmer than those slim cigarettes for women. Everything about it was so tiny. So tiny it couldn’t possibly survive unsupervised childbirth. She brushed a light coating of blue eye shadow on her eyelids. She put on one of her best dresses - a polka dotted summer dress.
The sun shone in the sky. The sun everyone took for granted and even sometimes, cursed it. It was summer. It was hot. The man on the radio even said it was breaking records.
She took a shoebox - it was from a designer label - and lined it with the lacework she had been working on as she worried about what to do with the baby once he’s out. She picked up the baby from the bathtub and placed him in the box. She closed it and scribbled something on the lid.
She walked onto the street and hailed a cab. She told the driver to take her to the train station. She held the box in her hand.
At the station she headed straight for the coin lockers. She picked an empty one at the far back and stuffed the shoebox into the locker. Leaving the scene, she got onto a train and headed for a shopping mall. She did some shopping - bleach, nail polish and pantyhose. She had a cigarette to calm herself down. She retreated to the ladies’ room and whipped out the nail polish.
By the time she was done with her thumbnail, the baby in the locker had begun to sweat. The lace underneath him was damp and it had become uncomfortable. The heat was unbearable, especially to a newborn baby. He let out a loud and powerful wail.
Outside the metal locker, the summer afternoon had suddenly turned dark. It was only 2PM but it was pitch black. Something had blocked the sun. The city instantly went into a state of pandemonium. The baby lay in the locker, wailing, hoping that someone would come to rescue him.
It was announced that someone with a higher power - and obviously higher knowledge in technology and astronomy - had blocked out the sun. The reason was unknown. That was the day the sun died. But it was the day where Ohkura Tadayoshi was reborn from the coin locker.
Ohkura was the name scribbled on top of the box and Tadayoshi had been the name the orphanage had given to him.
Tadayoshi was called the ‘sun child’, born just minutes before the bright, hot, summer day turned dark and cold.
He never wondered why it was always dark. He never knew the sun - but yet he was the sun’s child. When he asked the nuns why he was called the sun child, the nuns would fix his scarf, protecting him from the cold and told him that his Father was the sun and his Father will always be watching over him. Every time he heard this, he would look up in the sky.
Trying to find his Father.
Tadayoshi sneezed. He was five years old. The cold weather stung him horribly. And he would look up to the sky and look for the sun.
Osaka had been transformed drastically. Getting money was something hard to do for a lot of people. Most of them had resorted to whoring themselves to the rich people in stretch limousines and imported cars. Some went crazy due to the absence of the sun. Others just killed themselves. It wasn’t just Osaka - the whole world was affected. It was always night. The whores were always out.
But yet, there are those who try to make do with what they have and even tried hard to make a living.
Lives went on as how it always did. People still eat, people still shop, people still talk. People still adopt children from the orphanage. It was a Sunday and after church was playground time - which was also a viewing ground for potential parents looking for their future kids. The cute ones whose parents died in some tragic accident or another were the first ones to go.
It wasn’t that Tadayoshi wasn’t a good looking toodler, it was just the abandoned ones weren’t so popular.
“We’re the only ones who made it out alive, you know,” said a boy, walking up to Tadayoshi - who was building a distorted snowman. “No one else made it out of the coin locker.”
The boy was Yasuda Shota. On the same day the police found Tadayoshi, they had found Shota a few minutes later at another station. They were both the sun’s children but that didn’t make them special enough to be adopted. While Tadayoshi was saved by his loud wail, Shota was saved purely by luck when a blind man’s guide dog passed by the lockers and sniffed at a locker that wafted the smell of vomit and talcum powder.
Tadayoshi looked up at Shota. Shota smiled at his new friend.
Tadayoshi sneezed.
BY: nana_murakami / osakaromanesque
GENRE: AU, romance, angst, tragedy, probably a little psycho later.
PAIRING: Ohkura Tadayoshi / Yasuda Shota
SUMMARY: When - for an unknown reason - the sun gets blocked out, the people of the New Osaka City try to get by. Fighting the cold and dark days, two boys who were born just hours before the sun gets blocked out, live their lives as being the two last babies born during the sun's existence.
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write an OhYass again since ever. I know I have like a hundred other fanfics left hanging *coughcoughALMAMATERcoughcoughGREEDYcoughTHATKEMARISHIFIC* but hey, when plot bunnies come, they come. This is the effect of reading Ryu Murakami books AGAIN. Damn you Coin Locker Babies for being so awesome. Anyway, here it is - Sun Babies. As AU as it gets XD First chapter is similar to CLB because Ryu Murakami is a genius.
The woman did her makeup as professionally as she could - making sure no traces of childbirth was obvious in her face. She had given birth a few hours before and the baby was still lying in the tub. She pressed the baby’s stomach to see if it’ll cry. It didn’t. She was convinced he was dead. The baby’s penis was slimmer than those slim cigarettes for women. Everything about it was so tiny. So tiny it couldn’t possibly survive unsupervised childbirth. She brushed a light coating of blue eye shadow on her eyelids. She put on one of her best dresses - a polka dotted summer dress.
The sun shone in the sky. The sun everyone took for granted and even sometimes, cursed it. It was summer. It was hot. The man on the radio even said it was breaking records.
She took a shoebox - it was from a designer label - and lined it with the lacework she had been working on as she worried about what to do with the baby once he’s out. She picked up the baby from the bathtub and placed him in the box. She closed it and scribbled something on the lid.
She walked onto the street and hailed a cab. She told the driver to take her to the train station. She held the box in her hand.
At the station she headed straight for the coin lockers. She picked an empty one at the far back and stuffed the shoebox into the locker. Leaving the scene, she got onto a train and headed for a shopping mall. She did some shopping - bleach, nail polish and pantyhose. She had a cigarette to calm herself down. She retreated to the ladies’ room and whipped out the nail polish.
By the time she was done with her thumbnail, the baby in the locker had begun to sweat. The lace underneath him was damp and it had become uncomfortable. The heat was unbearable, especially to a newborn baby. He let out a loud and powerful wail.
Outside the metal locker, the summer afternoon had suddenly turned dark. It was only 2PM but it was pitch black. Something had blocked the sun. The city instantly went into a state of pandemonium. The baby lay in the locker, wailing, hoping that someone would come to rescue him.
It was announced that someone with a higher power - and obviously higher knowledge in technology and astronomy - had blocked out the sun. The reason was unknown. That was the day the sun died. But it was the day where Ohkura Tadayoshi was reborn from the coin locker.
Ohkura was the name scribbled on top of the box and Tadayoshi had been the name the orphanage had given to him.
Tadayoshi was called the ‘sun child’, born just minutes before the bright, hot, summer day turned dark and cold.
He never wondered why it was always dark. He never knew the sun - but yet he was the sun’s child. When he asked the nuns why he was called the sun child, the nuns would fix his scarf, protecting him from the cold and told him that his Father was the sun and his Father will always be watching over him. Every time he heard this, he would look up in the sky.
Trying to find his Father.
Tadayoshi sneezed. He was five years old. The cold weather stung him horribly. And he would look up to the sky and look for the sun.
Osaka had been transformed drastically. Getting money was something hard to do for a lot of people. Most of them had resorted to whoring themselves to the rich people in stretch limousines and imported cars. Some went crazy due to the absence of the sun. Others just killed themselves. It wasn’t just Osaka - the whole world was affected. It was always night. The whores were always out.
But yet, there are those who try to make do with what they have and even tried hard to make a living.
Lives went on as how it always did. People still eat, people still shop, people still talk. People still adopt children from the orphanage. It was a Sunday and after church was playground time - which was also a viewing ground for potential parents looking for their future kids. The cute ones whose parents died in some tragic accident or another were the first ones to go.
It wasn’t that Tadayoshi wasn’t a good looking toodler, it was just the abandoned ones weren’t so popular.
“We’re the only ones who made it out alive, you know,” said a boy, walking up to Tadayoshi - who was building a distorted snowman. “No one else made it out of the coin locker.”
The boy was Yasuda Shota. On the same day the police found Tadayoshi, they had found Shota a few minutes later at another station. They were both the sun’s children but that didn’t make them special enough to be adopted. While Tadayoshi was saved by his loud wail, Shota was saved purely by luck when a blind man’s guide dog passed by the lockers and sniffed at a locker that wafted the smell of vomit and talcum powder.
Tadayoshi looked up at Shota. Shota smiled at his new friend.
Tadayoshi sneezed.