[fic] Chizuru part 25(AoixUruha, hints ToraxSaga, OFCxKai)
Title: Chizuru (Thousand Cranes)
Author: Mizuki
Band: The GazettE, guest appearance of Alice Nine from now on
Pairing: AoixUruha, add OFCxKai, hint of ToraxSaga, hint of ?xOFC, hint of ?xRuki
Genre: AU
Rating: R as usual
Warning: yaoi(man with man relationship)
Summary: Aoi meets Uruha in an orphanage as a child, fate had put them on their separated paths but years later they meet again…OMG what a numb summary but BELIEVE IT OR NOT IT’S A VAMPIRE STORY!!!
Disclaimer: pure fiction
Dedication: the entire fic is for my pet spider_tears, for she’s being good to me by writing me fanfics…
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24
Special Offer: ficart of Midori(sketch),ficart of Midori(colored), Uruha ficart, sketch 1 ,ficart of Uruha(sketch), ficart of Aoi(colored), Aoi ficart(sketch)
Note: I have a feeling that re-reading H P. Lovecraft’s stories will help my writing, but those books aren’t at hand…T_T
Part 25
In the middle of the night, Uruha woke up with a start, sitting himself up from the carpeted floor before the locked door; slowly he got himself up; head turning from one side to another scanning the area around him. Something was in the air, a presence that had already begun to trouble him. It was something frightening, unnatural……and his mind recognized this sense, he had sensed the same presence before. It was something he could never forget, something from a long ago nightmare.
Words still echoing in his head, it was what he thought he had heard before he woke. A soft laughter and the haunting words followed behind.
I need you so much it hurt…
“No!”
An ornamental keepsake box was threw across the room before it hit the wall and broke into pieces as Uruha cried out in angst, but the ghostly voice couldn’t be broken off even by the noise of the wooden box breaking apart. The light haired youth stared at the broken pieces on the floor, panting as if he was exhausted, tears soundlessly seeped down even he had no idea for who he was shedding them.
Trembling, he dragged himself to the side of the locked large windows, outside he could see the darkened garden and the shades of tall trees lashing in the wind, rain began to fall from the heavy dark clouds from the sky, and he once again felt the same presence, this time more vivid, lingering somewhere close within the mansion.
Something bad would come……but what could he do about it? He was alone and locked away in his prison… would anyone listen to what he had to say? Kai was the person he could think of, seconds later he recalled hearing Tora’s voice, so the brunette might be still around as well…….and Aoi… was there any possible that he could reach to him, to warn him of the danger they all was about to face?
The youth rushed back to the doors, desperately banging at the locked door, shouting. “Let me out!! Something terrible is going to happen! Kai! Let me out!”
His shouts rang through the empty corridor, but no one was there to answer.
***
Tora could hear vague sound of footstep from a distance but he didn’t bother to look back and found out whether he had been followed, he made his way straight to the Northern Wing and when he reached the end of the long gloomy corridor, he found the supposedly locked doors to the greenhouse was now opened, someone had unlocked the doors and got in before him! But to Tora it was hardly a surprise though it put the alarm bell within his mind on; and it wasn’t the only suspicious sight he was now facing, for the first time the youth could see the faint greenish lights of which the servants had insisted of seeing, now seeping softly from behind the doors.
Something like this couldn’t be natural, he was right to think that Kai had hidden something within this place all along; his instinct had been right for telling him something was up tonight and he should act quickly before they were all put into danger.
He peered into the darkened greenhouse; at first it was really difficult to see anything at all. There were only deep shades of plants and countless of small glow of pale green light floating aimlessly beneath the glass screens like innumerable ghastly firebugs hovering lowly among the boughs and leaves. The sight sickened and frightened him at the same time, but his eyes slowly began to adjust to the gloominess of the new surrounding as he, suppressed the uprising-dread, stepped into the hidden laid of the overgrown foreign plants and whatever creature that resided in the darkness.
”I’m sorry that I failed to prevent this from happening…….Tora kun…”
Kai had apologized to him for the first time outside of Saga’s ward, right after Tora was finally informed that Saga would remain in a coma and no one could tell him for how long.
”Why? Why would you apologize to me? Where’s Uruha now? Why you wouldn’t let me go and see him? Uruha had apologized too that night……but why?” Tora almost hissed, but silence was the only request he gained.
By the time when he learned of Saga’s true condition, almost a week had passed since the mysterious incident in the greenhouse, a week filled with anger, confusion and frustration for the black haired youth to remember. But no one, not Kai, not even Saga’s sorrowful parents or Tora’s own parents had told him anything after Kai spoke with them in secret.
Maybe this time…just maybe, he would find out what had happened two years ago…he would finally know what really had happened to Saga after all……and he wouldn’t let Kai stop him this time.
Kai’s face twisted painfully for a second at the mere mentioning of Uruha, but he managed to mask the pain and guilt away once again and turned away, though the shift of expressions couldn’t escape Tora’s eyes. So the younger old halted the lawyer before he could walk away.
“It was Uruha, right? That’s why you wouldn’t tell me what is wrong with Saga, isn’t it? He…he…” Tora didn’t noticed tears seeping down from his cheeks until his own voice broke. “Did he hurt Saga?!”
The youth regretted saying his last question out loud almost immediately, because the look on Kai’s face upon hearing was like he had just sank a knife through the older man’s chest.
For a long time the lawyer only stared at the younger man, the latter waited for him to speak, to say anything, refusing to break the eye contact. Finally Kai nodded with a heavy sigh.
With careful steps the youth found a path among the trees and he walked further into the dark, he could hear the sound of water falling at the other side of the greenhouse and faintly recalling there was a stone fountain with that place. Then he caught sight of a large haze of ghastly light gathering on a spot about twenty feet away from where he was stand, it was the same direction of where the sound of water had been coming from. Tora shivered at the sight of the greenish glows lingering and gathering around what appeared to be the stone fountain, the firebug-liked haze of light never stopped drifting and sauntering around the stone-built fountain like they were a group of strange tiny living creatures.
Tora waited in the dark, scanning his surrounding for any sign of movement or eerie presence, but one minute had passed and then another; nothing happened. A while later he moved on again, with every step he took he could feel more of the suppressive silence in this place, on his way to the greenhouse he could hear the falling rain and the wind lashing against the mansion, but once he was inside the Northern Wing, all the sounds from the outside seemed to fade into nothingness.
Now the dancing light had increased enough for him to see things quite clearly in the dark, he frowned when he noticed the ground beneath his feet was soaked with cold water; the water slipped passed his feet like a small murky rivers, where did these come from? When he finally reached close enough to the stone fountain, he saw the water spilling from the pool soaking the soil nearby and a figure was sprawling face up in the darkened pool. Tora gasped at what he found among the wheeling lights, he bent down and dragged the motionless body out of the chilly pool of water. Once he pushed the unconscious man out of the fountain, half of his clothes were soaked but the youth ignored it. Tora cupped the other man’s face and turned his face upward, and he wasn’t surprised to find it was Ruki’s face he was looking at. Watery trail of blood clung to his wet clothes and he was barely breathing, there were a fresh pair of tiny twin wounds at the side of his neck, and these weren’t the only wounds that Tora would find upon his cold seemingly lifeless form that night.
***
In the middle of the night, a rain storm were approaching almost without warningly, Aoi could hear the lashing of the heavy raindrops against the windows from the guestroom Kai had made ready for him. His dinner was brought in by an old maid earlier that evening and after that, hours had been passed, and for hours the brunette had been sitting motionless on the bed, he was far from falling asleep. Despite the tiredness, the young man was still wakeful, deep in his own thought, thoughts about the events he had been involved in today and the shocking revelation he had received within the last few hours.
Within the matter of a day, Aoi now knew more about Uruha’s past then he had ever been, probably it was more than he would wish to know. But it was a past that both disturbing and dark; filled with pain, bitterness and regret for both Uruha and the people around him but with little joy or hope to speak of. Kai……the lawyer and Uruha’s guardian; told him that Uruha had been out of his mind to the point of hurting one of his friends in the past, and judging from the grave look Kai and the youth called Tora both had when this incident was mentioned, Aoi couldn’t doubt that what they had said was anything but the truth and he also had a feeling that the injure they had mentioned must be quite serious……that was why the people around Uruha decided to isolate the light haired youth. So he was to accept that Uruha was going to spend the rest of his life trapped inside his grandfather’s mansion, the same way like everybody else had seemed to already accept that it was the only future Uruha could have?
The slight ache itching at his dry eyes finally forced Aoi to blink before finally closed his eyes to ease the aching. His tumultuous thought really got him nowhere.
Where was Uruha now? He must be somewhere inside this mansion, alone……something twisted in his heart painfully as he pictured Uruha in his mind, the shy, innocent Uruha who told him he was scared of being left alone at night……it seemed to be like a memory from another lifetime already.
The day when he found Uruha on the staircase of the apartment building, when the youth refused to tell him where had he been, when he saw the light haired youth in tear for the first time……Uruha had said he didn’t want to cause him any trouble; now Aoi recalled all of these details with new realization dawning upon him. For the whole time Uruha acted like he was blaming himself for things that wasn’t particularly his fault. Was it his past experience to let him blame himself whenever misfortune events took place? That his traumatized past leading him not only to isolation by the others, but also endless punishment from a guilty self-conscious?
His shoulders was shaking before he could realize it, he walked to the bathroom nearby, standing before the sank and washed his face with cold water, trying to calm himself down. Then he straightened up, staring into the circular mirror before him; he brought his shaking hand up, touching the mirror’s surface to feel the coldness underneath his wet fingertips. Just……what had he done? Was he about to abandon Uruha after all they had been through?
Thinking back into the brief few weeks they had been living together. He should have noticed the shadows hidden beneath the latter’s every smile, should have realized how much the other was in pain; how much he was afraid of losing the tiny bit of joy and warmth he’d just managed to grip with his hands. Aoi now realized he could have said something, done something to free Uruha out of this pain, or at least reduced some of this pain……but instead his ignorance had led the light haired youth into falling right back into his prison.
When he looked away from the mirror, a decision had already been made. Instead of staying in the guestroom and followed Kai’s instruction, Aoi knew he couldn’t leave the mansion before he could see Uruha again; even it was only for the one last time.
He needed to find where his friend was despite how unlikely it seemed for him to be successful on the task. He needed to tell the latter that whatever happened in his past, he had been punished enough for that, then Uruha would know that there was at least one person in the world still willing to accept him as who he was despite what had happened in the past. It was the least he could do.
Tbc…
Damn! It has been too long! Huh…I work hard for that story…but when I discussed the story with my logic-freak girlfriend was bitching about the upcoming plot not making sense again…*cries*
Author: Mizuki
Band: The GazettE, guest appearance of Alice Nine from now on
Pairing: AoixUruha, add OFCxKai, hint of ToraxSaga, hint of ?xOFC, hint of ?xRuki
Genre: AU
Rating: R as usual
Warning: yaoi(man with man relationship)
Summary: Aoi meets Uruha in an orphanage as a child, fate had put them on their separated paths but years later they meet again…OMG what a numb summary but BELIEVE IT OR NOT IT’S A VAMPIRE STORY!!!
Disclaimer: pure fiction
Dedication: the entire fic is for my pet spider_tears, for she’s being good to me by writing me fanfics…
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24
Special Offer: ficart of Midori(sketch),ficart of Midori(colored), Uruha ficart, sketch 1 ,ficart of Uruha(sketch), ficart of Aoi(colored), Aoi ficart(sketch)
Note: I have a feeling that re-reading H P. Lovecraft’s stories will help my writing, but those books aren’t at hand…T_T
Part 25
In the middle of the night, Uruha woke up with a start, sitting himself up from the carpeted floor before the locked door; slowly he got himself up; head turning from one side to another scanning the area around him. Something was in the air, a presence that had already begun to trouble him. It was something frightening, unnatural……and his mind recognized this sense, he had sensed the same presence before. It was something he could never forget, something from a long ago nightmare.
Words still echoing in his head, it was what he thought he had heard before he woke. A soft laughter and the haunting words followed behind.
I need you so much it hurt…
“No!”
An ornamental keepsake box was threw across the room before it hit the wall and broke into pieces as Uruha cried out in angst, but the ghostly voice couldn’t be broken off even by the noise of the wooden box breaking apart. The light haired youth stared at the broken pieces on the floor, panting as if he was exhausted, tears soundlessly seeped down even he had no idea for who he was shedding them.
Trembling, he dragged himself to the side of the locked large windows, outside he could see the darkened garden and the shades of tall trees lashing in the wind, rain began to fall from the heavy dark clouds from the sky, and he once again felt the same presence, this time more vivid, lingering somewhere close within the mansion.
Something bad would come……but what could he do about it? He was alone and locked away in his prison… would anyone listen to what he had to say? Kai was the person he could think of, seconds later he recalled hearing Tora’s voice, so the brunette might be still around as well…….and Aoi… was there any possible that he could reach to him, to warn him of the danger they all was about to face?
The youth rushed back to the doors, desperately banging at the locked door, shouting. “Let me out!! Something terrible is going to happen! Kai! Let me out!”
His shouts rang through the empty corridor, but no one was there to answer.
***
Tora could hear vague sound of footstep from a distance but he didn’t bother to look back and found out whether he had been followed, he made his way straight to the Northern Wing and when he reached the end of the long gloomy corridor, he found the supposedly locked doors to the greenhouse was now opened, someone had unlocked the doors and got in before him! But to Tora it was hardly a surprise though it put the alarm bell within his mind on; and it wasn’t the only suspicious sight he was now facing, for the first time the youth could see the faint greenish lights of which the servants had insisted of seeing, now seeping softly from behind the doors.
Something like this couldn’t be natural, he was right to think that Kai had hidden something within this place all along; his instinct had been right for telling him something was up tonight and he should act quickly before they were all put into danger.
He peered into the darkened greenhouse; at first it was really difficult to see anything at all. There were only deep shades of plants and countless of small glow of pale green light floating aimlessly beneath the glass screens like innumerable ghastly firebugs hovering lowly among the boughs and leaves. The sight sickened and frightened him at the same time, but his eyes slowly began to adjust to the gloominess of the new surrounding as he, suppressed the uprising-dread, stepped into the hidden laid of the overgrown foreign plants and whatever creature that resided in the darkness.
”I’m sorry that I failed to prevent this from happening…….Tora kun…”
Kai had apologized to him for the first time outside of Saga’s ward, right after Tora was finally informed that Saga would remain in a coma and no one could tell him for how long.
”Why? Why would you apologize to me? Where’s Uruha now? Why you wouldn’t let me go and see him? Uruha had apologized too that night……but why?” Tora almost hissed, but silence was the only request he gained.
By the time when he learned of Saga’s true condition, almost a week had passed since the mysterious incident in the greenhouse, a week filled with anger, confusion and frustration for the black haired youth to remember. But no one, not Kai, not even Saga’s sorrowful parents or Tora’s own parents had told him anything after Kai spoke with them in secret.
Maybe this time…just maybe, he would find out what had happened two years ago…he would finally know what really had happened to Saga after all……and he wouldn’t let Kai stop him this time.
Kai’s face twisted painfully for a second at the mere mentioning of Uruha, but he managed to mask the pain and guilt away once again and turned away, though the shift of expressions couldn’t escape Tora’s eyes. So the younger old halted the lawyer before he could walk away.
“It was Uruha, right? That’s why you wouldn’t tell me what is wrong with Saga, isn’t it? He…he…” Tora didn’t noticed tears seeping down from his cheeks until his own voice broke. “Did he hurt Saga?!”
The youth regretted saying his last question out loud almost immediately, because the look on Kai’s face upon hearing was like he had just sank a knife through the older man’s chest.
For a long time the lawyer only stared at the younger man, the latter waited for him to speak, to say anything, refusing to break the eye contact. Finally Kai nodded with a heavy sigh.
With careful steps the youth found a path among the trees and he walked further into the dark, he could hear the sound of water falling at the other side of the greenhouse and faintly recalling there was a stone fountain with that place. Then he caught sight of a large haze of ghastly light gathering on a spot about twenty feet away from where he was stand, it was the same direction of where the sound of water had been coming from. Tora shivered at the sight of the greenish glows lingering and gathering around what appeared to be the stone fountain, the firebug-liked haze of light never stopped drifting and sauntering around the stone-built fountain like they were a group of strange tiny living creatures.
Tora waited in the dark, scanning his surrounding for any sign of movement or eerie presence, but one minute had passed and then another; nothing happened. A while later he moved on again, with every step he took he could feel more of the suppressive silence in this place, on his way to the greenhouse he could hear the falling rain and the wind lashing against the mansion, but once he was inside the Northern Wing, all the sounds from the outside seemed to fade into nothingness.
Now the dancing light had increased enough for him to see things quite clearly in the dark, he frowned when he noticed the ground beneath his feet was soaked with cold water; the water slipped passed his feet like a small murky rivers, where did these come from? When he finally reached close enough to the stone fountain, he saw the water spilling from the pool soaking the soil nearby and a figure was sprawling face up in the darkened pool. Tora gasped at what he found among the wheeling lights, he bent down and dragged the motionless body out of the chilly pool of water. Once he pushed the unconscious man out of the fountain, half of his clothes were soaked but the youth ignored it. Tora cupped the other man’s face and turned his face upward, and he wasn’t surprised to find it was Ruki’s face he was looking at. Watery trail of blood clung to his wet clothes and he was barely breathing, there were a fresh pair of tiny twin wounds at the side of his neck, and these weren’t the only wounds that Tora would find upon his cold seemingly lifeless form that night.
***
In the middle of the night, a rain storm were approaching almost without warningly, Aoi could hear the lashing of the heavy raindrops against the windows from the guestroom Kai had made ready for him. His dinner was brought in by an old maid earlier that evening and after that, hours had been passed, and for hours the brunette had been sitting motionless on the bed, he was far from falling asleep. Despite the tiredness, the young man was still wakeful, deep in his own thought, thoughts about the events he had been involved in today and the shocking revelation he had received within the last few hours.
Within the matter of a day, Aoi now knew more about Uruha’s past then he had ever been, probably it was more than he would wish to know. But it was a past that both disturbing and dark; filled with pain, bitterness and regret for both Uruha and the people around him but with little joy or hope to speak of. Kai……the lawyer and Uruha’s guardian; told him that Uruha had been out of his mind to the point of hurting one of his friends in the past, and judging from the grave look Kai and the youth called Tora both had when this incident was mentioned, Aoi couldn’t doubt that what they had said was anything but the truth and he also had a feeling that the injure they had mentioned must be quite serious……that was why the people around Uruha decided to isolate the light haired youth. So he was to accept that Uruha was going to spend the rest of his life trapped inside his grandfather’s mansion, the same way like everybody else had seemed to already accept that it was the only future Uruha could have?
The slight ache itching at his dry eyes finally forced Aoi to blink before finally closed his eyes to ease the aching. His tumultuous thought really got him nowhere.
Where was Uruha now? He must be somewhere inside this mansion, alone……something twisted in his heart painfully as he pictured Uruha in his mind, the shy, innocent Uruha who told him he was scared of being left alone at night……it seemed to be like a memory from another lifetime already.
The day when he found Uruha on the staircase of the apartment building, when the youth refused to tell him where had he been, when he saw the light haired youth in tear for the first time……Uruha had said he didn’t want to cause him any trouble; now Aoi recalled all of these details with new realization dawning upon him. For the whole time Uruha acted like he was blaming himself for things that wasn’t particularly his fault. Was it his past experience to let him blame himself whenever misfortune events took place? That his traumatized past leading him not only to isolation by the others, but also endless punishment from a guilty self-conscious?
His shoulders was shaking before he could realize it, he walked to the bathroom nearby, standing before the sank and washed his face with cold water, trying to calm himself down. Then he straightened up, staring into the circular mirror before him; he brought his shaking hand up, touching the mirror’s surface to feel the coldness underneath his wet fingertips. Just……what had he done? Was he about to abandon Uruha after all they had been through?
Thinking back into the brief few weeks they had been living together. He should have noticed the shadows hidden beneath the latter’s every smile, should have realized how much the other was in pain; how much he was afraid of losing the tiny bit of joy and warmth he’d just managed to grip with his hands. Aoi now realized he could have said something, done something to free Uruha out of this pain, or at least reduced some of this pain……but instead his ignorance had led the light haired youth into falling right back into his prison.
When he looked away from the mirror, a decision had already been made. Instead of staying in the guestroom and followed Kai’s instruction, Aoi knew he couldn’t leave the mansion before he could see Uruha again; even it was only for the one last time.
He needed to find where his friend was despite how unlikely it seemed for him to be successful on the task. He needed to tell the latter that whatever happened in his past, he had been punished enough for that, then Uruha would know that there was at least one person in the world still willing to accept him as who he was despite what had happened in the past. It was the least he could do.
Tbc…
Damn! It has been too long! Huh…I work hard for that story…but when I discussed the story with my logic-freak girlfriend was bitching about the upcoming plot not making sense again…*cries*