真夜中の叫び (Midnight cry)
Title: 真夜中の叫び (Midnight cry)
Author: mhmm, guess.
.. It's Yaya!
Pairing: Guess...
Genre: Angst, Crack, Darkfic, Character death
Rating: R
Warning: Murder! If you're not good with heavy violence and blood, please don't read!
A/N: I chose to write a fanfic again! I stumbled over half of the draft while browsing through my mail account, so the idea is pretty old. But I still like it, and so I wanted to share it. I hope some of you guys like it, and if you do, I might finish the whole story. Thank you for reading and commenting! 😘
The clock stroke 12. The two boys that were sleeping peacefully next to each other didn't bother. He was standing next to the bed where they were lying. The moon shone through the window that wasn't covered by curtains and outlined his shadow upon the two figures under the blankets. Slowly he lifted the knife he was holding in his hand. His eyes lowered to the small body lying there, vulnerable. Then his hand fell down. The tip of the knife touched the chest of the boy, right above his heart. His small body stirred, his eyes opened. They looked at the shadow over him, sleepy, not understanding. The blade rested a few seconds on the boy's skin, enough to make his eyes wide and shine with understanding and fear. His face showed a blank expression, cold eyes when the small boy opened his mouth, wether to scream or to plead for his life, but he didn't care. One fierce push, the blade sunk into the other's chest, stabbing the boy's heart. His eyes still were glued to his victim's when they looked their last look into his own eyes, fear and disbelief shining in them when he recognized him, before their light vanished into nothing as his last breath left his lips and his soul broke apart from his body when he once again joined the endless miracle of death and life. His face still didn't show any emotion when he pulled out the knife from the boy's chest. Blood was dripping down from the edges of the blade, the metal in the center still shone against the moonlight. The blood began to drop onto the floor, causing a slight tapping sound: drip, drip, drip. One last look to the other boy sleeping on the bed, then he left the room, the dripping sound covering the barely audible sound of his footsteps.
When Yamada woke up because of the sun shining into his eyes, everything was fine. He slept well after he and Yuri talked about their sibling-like friendship until nearly 11 o'clock pm. Today was Saturday, so they could sleep as long as they wanted. Thinking of Yuri, Ryosuke turned his head to the boy lying beside him, not moving even a slightest bit. Come to think of it, he didn't even hear Yuri breathing. Fully awake now, Ryosuke sat up and looked at his friend... and his blood froze in his veins. There he was lying, the small body of the cute boy, upon the once white bedsheets that were now strained with red. His skin was pale, so were his lips, and his eyes were open and empty. The usual cute shimmer was gone. Involuntarily his eyes went down Yuri's neck to his chest. The sight of the deep cut, dark with dried blood, right into the heart of his friend was too much for Ryosuke to handle, the darkness seemed to engulf him when his eyes rolled backwards and he fell down, his system shutting completely down.
"Ohayo gozaimasu!" Inoo cheered when he joined JUMP at the breakfast table. Everyone was already there, except of...
"Where are Ryo and Yuri?" Yabu asked. "Shiranai... Maybe they are still asleep?" Inoo answered. "Shall I I go wake them up?" "Please." Yabu looked slightly relieved. Smiling Kei turned around and went out of the room again. Shortly after that, they heard a loud scream. There was a split second of pure silence while the rest of JUMP exchanged worried looks before Yuya jumped up and ran upstairs: "Kei!"
The latter sat against the wall next to the door when Yuya entered, starring into the floor while hugging his knees. "Kei!" Yuya keeled down next to his boyfriend. Inoo lifted his hand, and shakily pointed towards the bed. “Th...There...” he whispered, his skin as white as snow. Yuya’s eyes widened in shock as he noticed the splattered blood on the floor, following its trail to the bed. “Guys!“ he shouted, the rest of JUMP immediately rushing upstairs towards Yuri’s bedroom. “Someone call the police, hayaku!” Yabu ordered, Hikaru running to the phone instantly.
“Ryosuke!” Yuto shouted, pushing through the crowd and running towards the bed, his footsteps smearing the nearly dried blood on the floor. “Ryosuke...” he sobbed, crouching down on the bed right next to Yuri’s corpse and took his hand. Slowly, Yamada’s eyes opened. “Yuto... Yuri wa...” “Shhh” Yuto answered, closing his eyes. “He’s dead.”
Ryosuke closed his eyes and whimpered while Yuto pulled him into his arms and lifted him off the bed.
“Yamada is alive!” Yuto declared. “He was only unconscious...”
Take him to his room, Yuto” Yabu ordered, “and wait for the paramedics to check on him. Do not leave him alone!”
Nakajima nodded.
Just then the police and the paramedics arrived, and while the paramedics checked Chinen as well as Kei and Ryosuke, the police was left helpless. They could see that Chinen was murdered, but the murderer had left no trace.
But worst of all was the declaration of the chief after the first enquiry: “The murderer must be one of the group of yours.”
It was that sentence that made their happiness die.
