Where Ends Meet and Ties Loosen
Title: Where Ends meet and Ties Begin to loosen
Author: Shycapri8
Length: 5shot + extra chappies lol (yes in short it’s chaptered >.>)
Character(s): DBSK
Pairing(s): ot5!friendship with hints of the usual pairings
Genre: Angst
Rating: G-Pg
Summary: They each come from different parts of Monotopia, each having some sort of an oppressing reign over them; depriving one thing from each of them; a thing/things that is difficult to live without, but have no choice, but to manage and endure. What happens when the urge to escape overcomes them and their roads collide? Is there freedom outside their city which held nothing, but a life of despair? Or will they continue to find themselves running, questioning if they would ever have the slightest taste of being free?
A/N: Inspiration from Ayumi Hamasaki’s Endless Sorrow. Omgosh have you seen that video? It is so touching TT_TT. So hence the inspiration to write this; along with Anyband’s TPL and Jaejoong and Yoochun’s Colors. And I just read the wonderful story called Gene(ration) Loss by dystopialights (since I and omgosh I am so glad I read that! But, then it made me hesitate about posting this because [even though I had this storyline planned awhile ago, I just read dystopialights and I didn’t want to seem like I was trying to write something like hers even though it is indeed similar. But, she obviously came up with the idea first and I feel bad for still wanting to post this >.< lol and] those were one of those stories that really capture you and stories like that are hard to find >.>. I don’t think my writing would be able to be compared to hers, but I really wanted to write this…so i dedicate this to her in a way ^^ I hope it gets readers and maybe some comments because I know my writing is not at all as well as those of the other writers on livejournal. But, it’s worth a shot ne? ^^ Enjoy my fail?? Oh and another thing, the chappies are quite short...yea..and each chapter (at least the first 5) have a title in a different language pertaining to the part of the city the member in the chapter is residing in and what it is that is taken from them or what it is they can't use/have. so yea the first chap is entitled 'vox' it's latin..for something..and maybe you can guess what it is in this chappie?? ^^ *cough* if i have readers..hehe :D
Chapter 1: Vox
They weren’t supposed to be out at this time. It was past the city wide curfew and getting caught was something not even worth risking if they wished to be seen again. But, getting caught for violating the curfew was nothing compared to being caught doing what they were about to do. Or at least what one of them was about to do. The other just chose to accompany his friend and look out for any possible officials that were on patrol, lurking around to find any delinquents. They weren’t at all delinquents. No not at all. They lived by the rules; no they lived by the law. They read and recited it every day. It was made their guide and they stood by it like any sane right-minded civilian would. Not like they had a choice. It was made the unspoken law to follow the law. And that meant, by no means; no means was any one, who resided in Vox or who wished to still reside in Vox, to use their voice in a way that was forbidden. It was worse enough to speak against the views and tactics used in this part of Monotopia, but to use your voice in that way was literally suicide. The littlest note would set off the sensor and they would be targeted right on the spot; taken in as rebellion; posed as the enemy for going against the one who reigned over them in Vox. So as for the reason why these two were out past curfew, about to do the forbidden; no true answer to that. Except, enough had been enough.
-“Look maybe we should go home..” He nervously darted his eyes around, paranoid of hearing faint footsteps approaching their way, every five seconds. He was having second thoughts about this.
-“Maybe we should continue to waste this gift of ours Jaejoong.” His friend retorted sarcastically, not backing down at all. Yes, a gift it was. Or at least it should be treasured and considered as one. But, it was portrayed as otherwise and ruled against. Not like everyone in Vox had this gift to begin with so it was a double offense on their behalf for having this gift at all. The one known as Jaejoong stood as he watched his friend climb carefully onto the dumpster, fixating his posture so his pose was straight and confident. “Are you ready?” Jaejoong, turned the corner once more before nodding his answer. His friend grinned as he opened his mouth to voice his fate.
I leap~ on faith~
And that was more than what was needed to set the sensor off, causing the alarms to signify the officials and pinpoint their exact location. It wasn’t long until they were found and taken in as prisoners, or even worse. They didn’t know. They didn’t wish to know. They could already hear the barking of guard dogs, most likely leading the officials their way.
-“We should go-“ Jaejoong tugged at his friend’s pants, growing anxious. His friend kicked his hand away with a defying look.
-“No Jaejoong! Not until I hear you sing for your freedom!”
-“Get down now! We have to go!” Jaejoong gritted, seeing the searchlight growing larger. His friend refused to budge. Jaejoong gulped as he felt his stomach grow heavy in fear before he complied with his friend’s demand.
And on this leap of faith~ will I forever be set free~
-“Jaejoong behind you!” His friend shouted in warning, but not fast enough as Jaejoong was grabbed from behind, not giving him time to even struggle. “No let him go!” His friend yelled, jumping off the dumpster as the officials went to grab a hold of him as well. But, he was faster. Grabbing the taser, he struck one of them in the neck, knocking the official down, running towards the ones that were holding onto Jaejoong. “Jaejoong you have to fight! Fight!” His friend begged. But, he couldn’t he was giving up. As much as he felt happy to have finally let his voice out, he questioned if it was even worth it. Worth fighting for. Worth keeping. Worth holding on.
“Fight!” His friend struck another official as more began to surround them, almost smothering them into the center of the alley way. Seeing his friend being held down and struck in the face, Jaejoong couldn’t bare it. So he stomped on the official’s foot as hard as he could, elbowing the other in the chin, attempting to reach his friend. “No, make a run for it. Better if one of us can escape than none at all!” Jaejoong didn’t know if it was the sight of blood, the sound of his friend’s screams, urging him to go already, or if it was the tears filling his eyes that made Jaejoong’s vision cloudy and head spin. But, he turned sprinting off, managing to avoid the hands that were trying to pull him back as he continued to hear his friend scream for help. Something that was impossible to get now. No one was going to dare come out and help him even if the scream could be heard. And those screams made Jaejoong scramble to his feet. Sweat trickling down his neck and an ache in his chest as he heard his friend’s scream get cut off in a second. He could only imagine what they had done; that his friend was now pleading silently. Crying silently. Crying out silently. And all these years they were praying silently. Hoping silently. And here he was, running silently, letting the tears drop without sound as he knew his friend was now caught; never able to be heard again.
They would never hear his friend again.
But, the alarm could still be heard. And the barking of dogs far from ceasing. He hadn’t run so far and he found himself exhausted already. That was when he saw a bag of laundry someone had carelessly left out on the corner of the next street. Forcing his feet to continue on, he ran until he molded himself to settle inside the bag, hoping the smell of the clothes would mask his scent.
And he heard them. The footsteps, passing the bag. He couldn’t help, but to peek out a bit to see them carrying his friend’s body. Unmoving. He had to hold back a whimper, not wanting to be found. Not knowing which was worse; not being able to weep for his own friend for fear of being caught or being caught and ending up like his friend. He just watched silently as the figures slowly faded, silently being thankful for the dogs not picking up on his scent. Now he had a choice.
Continue running. Or remain in this horrid stench of clothes until sunrise and risk being spotted by the people. He was sure there was going to be a warrant for his arrest and a reward for whoever spotted him, informed the officials and helped turn him in. He was now an exile. He would have to hitch toward the other part of the city before he was wanted by the whole city itself when the word got out completely of his offense.
So continue running it was.