Shadow Boys 2
Title: Shadow Boys 2 : Midnight Mercury
Part Two : Bleeding Love
Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Brotherhood, Romance,
Rating: PG - PG 15 (violence)
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump with some others
Disclaimer: I own the plot, the OCs and the idea...ONLY. THE PLOT IS COPYRIGHT PROTECTED
Summary:
They risked their lives to save him. Now, to save them, he has to risk everything else. Bonds are tested and the stakes are raised.
They brought him home from hell, now….to protect them…he has to go back….
Summary for Part Two : Love is a heart made of glass, its pieces scattering as it shatters and breaks. How do we care for something so fragile...when we are left to decide upon who to really trust, and whom to pretend to trust.
Chapter Six - Junko
“Alright everyone, good work, let’s take a break,”
Yabu smiled slightly as he watched the rest of his groupmates collapse onto the floor, Hikaru whining about his sore ankle and being completely ignored for it. He checked the wall clock and saw that they still had 10 minutes to 3, their official dismissal time.
He cast his vision across the room, over his precious boys before coming to a stop on the figure standing by the window.
He stood in complete peace and solitude, fingers around his water bottle, eyes upon the traffic outside.
Yabu frowned in confusion.
It had been three weeks since Hayato’s appearance, Ryosuke’s kidnapping and Kawashima’s arrest by the police.
He still remembers the dirty look he had received from Detective Tanaka but he had paid no heed to that of course, as long as the detective stayed away from them.
Three long weeks, yes they had seemed long. The entire group had reunited; all boys had returned to their old selves but Ryosuke, he had grown even more distant by the day.
They all knew he had been shaken badly after being kidnapped again, although he still hadn’t told them what exactly had happened in the room he had been held in or what had happened between him and Miyano.
Miyano.
He hadn’t heard from her in a while either. The last thing she had informed him of was the fact that she had taken Hayato home, and that she was working on helping him fit in to his new life.
She had promised to fill him in with the information that Hayato possessed, she hadn’t yet but in a way, he was rather glad for that.
He just wanted everything to go back to how it used to be…
“Excuse me,”
With hesitancy, he had stepped back, watching the quiet boy leave the room.
He sighed.
“We’re back to square one again.”
~*~
Ryosuke heaved a sigh of relief as he leaned against the wall of the deserted hallway. His lips quivered and he chocked in an attempt to contain an outburst of tears.
He punched his chest a few times, over his heart as if berating it for its fragility. He knew that they were all concerned, they gave him space and he loved them even more for that…but this couldn’t go on any longer.
He didn’t want them to suffer, he wanted no one to suffer…not because of him.
“Why did this happen to me?” he gasped clutching his hair in frustration. He could run, he could hide but everywhere, they were people that
wanted him tied down. He knew he had something different running in his blood, and he knew they were people who wanted it badly and people who wanted it…him destroyed.
Why had Kawashima used his blood on Hayato then? Did he wanted the drug to be transferred to the younger boy as well?
Why?
It scared him…it scared him almost to death.
He hung his head, letting the tears slip down his cheeks and onto the floor. He started though as his ears picked up a strange sound coming from the room behind him. He focused on it and pushed himself off the wall as he realized…somebody else was crying too.
Quickly wiping his face on his sleeves he took a deep breath before pushing the door open slowly. He frowned as he spotted a small figure curled up in a corner very obviously crying.
Closing the door softly behind him, he walked towards the little boy.
“I’m sorry for walking in on you like this but…are you alright?”
The boy jumped, his teary eyes flashing and widening extensively as he spotted him. He began wiping his face violently.
“Tanaka?”
The boy hid his face. Yamada frowned.
“What’s wrong buddy?”
“No…Nothing se-senpai,” came the muffled reply.
Yamada cocked an eyebrow. He got to his knees and placed a hand on the trembling boy’s head.
“I want to help,”
He waited patiently for almost 5 minutes. Getting no response, he said firmly;
“If you want to be left alone…I’ll leave,”
He stood up carefully and began making his way to the door.
“It’s hard,”
Yamada stopped and turned around to find Junko staring at his hands, a look of complete despair on his face.
“What is?” he asked, cautiously, gently.
“Being here…it’s too hard,”
Yamada sighed.
He knew…how it felt. He knew…nearly every boy that had grown up in these halls…had felt this.
“I know, you can quite if you want to…,”
“No, I can’t…I need this…I need this to prove myself!”
“Then stay, just a bit more strength, you can do this Junko…it was hard for all of us…but it will be worth it…maybe…if you stay,”
Junko looked up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“It’s not the same, I’m not like the others!”
Yamada frowned.
“If its dance steps that have got you this depressed, you can ask your senpais for help, did the choregrapher scold you? That happens all
the time, even to us,”
“No, it’s not that, it’s not the dance!”
Yamada was silenced as he watched the boy’s cries become hysterical. He felt his heart break.
Had it really been that hard?
“I can’t…I can’t memorize a song, we needed to memorize it for the juniors medly on shonen club, but they didn’t choose me because I was
the only one who hadn’t memorized it, they gave us a week…but,”
“Daijobu,”
“No it’s not fine, I’m stupid, I can’t do this, I can only dance, it’s so much more easier and fun, I can’t read these jumbled up words on paper, I could’ve done it if somebody would read it out to me but everybody’s too worried about themselves and my Tou-chan hates it if I bring work
home,”
His sobs were getting harder until he was almost gasping for breath. Yamada was shocked to even move He had no idea what to do to calm him down.
“It’s just like school, I thought, I wouldn’t have to struggle through textbooks and essays and numbers here…I could just dance, something I’ve learned to love so much…but no…it’s read and memorize here too, it’s just not fair!”
“It’s not fair…why? Why me?”
“Junko…I…,”
“I wanna…I WANNA DIE,”
Yamada’s eyes widened as he felt a strange anger erupt within him and before he knew it he had grabbed the boy’s trembling form by the shoulders and shook him violently, surprising him into shock.
“Don’t you ever say that again…do you hear me?”
Junko stared up at him.
Yamada let go of the boy, realizing what he had done. He looked away.
“I’m sorry…just; don’t say something like that so easily,”
Yamada kept his eyes on the ground for what seemed like hours but he knew were only minutes. Junko had curled up against the wall again, tired from the crying.
“I’ll try and help,”
Junko sniffed once and blinked at him.
“How do you…learn in school?”
Junko reflected.
“I can remember things when the teacher talks about it a few times, and at home, my mom reads my books out for me...the same topics again and again until i get it,”
“Do you think, if I sing your songs for you, you can learn them?”
Junko stared at him.
“You’re in two groups senpai,”
Yamada sighed.
“You’re probably busy with your studies at home aren’t you? I can spare some time…lunch break?”
Junko rubbed his nose and crawled closer.
“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. Yamada smiled, ruffling his hair.
“Yeah, meet me at the roof at lunch and we’ll practice together,”
Junko beamed.
“Hai!”
~*~
Detective Tanaka was an arrogant man. His craft, his skills, his ability was his pride. But no thanks to a bunch of girly Idols, his entire investigation had been blown to bits. For the first time, his case had been transferred to another team, just because according to the authorities, he couldn’t get answers out from a teenager and whom his subordinate had released against his orders for reasons the idiot couldn't even remember. According to an officer, Nakamura had obliged politely to the orders of one of those Idols.
The killer for those three men was still unknown, the tracker he had gotten from Nakajima had an untraceable source, and…
“I’m going to be practicing with one of my seniors! He’s from Jump, you know Jump right mom?”
He lifts his gaze from his bowl of rice and onto his the little boy talking animatedly with his dear wife. How she had the patience to deal with him and the two little ones at home, he could only wonder.
“Yes dear I know Jump,” she replied with a smile, reaching out to refill her son’s bowl before turning to the one year old gurgling next to her.
“At first I thought that I would be the most unlucky one, being dys..dyslexic and all but my most admired senior is going to help me learn my
songs! Isn’t it amazing mom?”
“Jun?”
The little boy looked at him innocently, grains of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth. He held back a smile.
“Is a Nakajima…Yuto in this group too?”
Junko’s eyes widened.
“Yes he is! I like him very much too! He’s sooooooo tall!”
Avoiding his wife’s questioning gaze he patted his son affectionately on the head. He was going to complete his case, and for that, he needed to dig down to the roots of this strange gang of boys.
“Junko, I have a favor to ask of you.”
~*~
Note: Dyslexia is a reading disability. It is a broad term defining a learning disability that negatively affects a person's ability to read, spell and write. It is not associated with intelligence and with proper guidance, a dyslexic person may be able to read fluently, albeit slowly as compared to non-dyslexic individuals.
The effects of this condition varies from individual to individual. It is NOT AN ILLNESS, merely a mild inability and can be coped with proper guidance and awareness.
Sorry took so long to update. I just realized Junko's a girl's name, I should have been more careful when choosing the name. I tried to change it but it's too late, I'm too used to my Junko :P
I guess is the same case as Yuri XD
I feel like teasing lil' Junko a bit now :P
Part Two : Bleeding Love
Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Brotherhood, Romance,
Rating: PG - PG 15 (violence)
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump with some others
Disclaimer: I own the plot, the OCs and the idea...ONLY. THE PLOT IS COPYRIGHT PROTECTED
Summary:
They risked their lives to save him. Now, to save them, he has to risk everything else. Bonds are tested and the stakes are raised.
They brought him home from hell, now….to protect them…he has to go back….
Summary for Part Two : Love is a heart made of glass, its pieces scattering as it shatters and breaks. How do we care for something so fragile...when we are left to decide upon who to really trust, and whom to pretend to trust.
Chapter Six - Junko
“Alright everyone, good work, let’s take a break,”
Yabu smiled slightly as he watched the rest of his groupmates collapse onto the floor, Hikaru whining about his sore ankle and being completely ignored for it. He checked the wall clock and saw that they still had 10 minutes to 3, their official dismissal time.
He cast his vision across the room, over his precious boys before coming to a stop on the figure standing by the window.
He stood in complete peace and solitude, fingers around his water bottle, eyes upon the traffic outside.
Yabu frowned in confusion.
It had been three weeks since Hayato’s appearance, Ryosuke’s kidnapping and Kawashima’s arrest by the police.
He still remembers the dirty look he had received from Detective Tanaka but he had paid no heed to that of course, as long as the detective stayed away from them.
Three long weeks, yes they had seemed long. The entire group had reunited; all boys had returned to their old selves but Ryosuke, he had grown even more distant by the day.
They all knew he had been shaken badly after being kidnapped again, although he still hadn’t told them what exactly had happened in the room he had been held in or what had happened between him and Miyano.
Miyano.
He hadn’t heard from her in a while either. The last thing she had informed him of was the fact that she had taken Hayato home, and that she was working on helping him fit in to his new life.
She had promised to fill him in with the information that Hayato possessed, she hadn’t yet but in a way, he was rather glad for that.
He just wanted everything to go back to how it used to be…
“Excuse me,”
With hesitancy, he had stepped back, watching the quiet boy leave the room.
He sighed.
“We’re back to square one again.”
~*~
Ryosuke heaved a sigh of relief as he leaned against the wall of the deserted hallway. His lips quivered and he chocked in an attempt to contain an outburst of tears.
He punched his chest a few times, over his heart as if berating it for its fragility. He knew that they were all concerned, they gave him space and he loved them even more for that…but this couldn’t go on any longer.
He didn’t want them to suffer, he wanted no one to suffer…not because of him.
“Why did this happen to me?” he gasped clutching his hair in frustration. He could run, he could hide but everywhere, they were people that
wanted him tied down. He knew he had something different running in his blood, and he knew they were people who wanted it badly and people who wanted it…him destroyed.
Why had Kawashima used his blood on Hayato then? Did he wanted the drug to be transferred to the younger boy as well?
Why?
It scared him…it scared him almost to death.
He hung his head, letting the tears slip down his cheeks and onto the floor. He started though as his ears picked up a strange sound coming from the room behind him. He focused on it and pushed himself off the wall as he realized…somebody else was crying too.
Quickly wiping his face on his sleeves he took a deep breath before pushing the door open slowly. He frowned as he spotted a small figure curled up in a corner very obviously crying.
Closing the door softly behind him, he walked towards the little boy.
“I’m sorry for walking in on you like this but…are you alright?”
The boy jumped, his teary eyes flashing and widening extensively as he spotted him. He began wiping his face violently.
“Tanaka?”
The boy hid his face. Yamada frowned.
“What’s wrong buddy?”
“No…Nothing se-senpai,” came the muffled reply.
Yamada cocked an eyebrow. He got to his knees and placed a hand on the trembling boy’s head.
“I want to help,”
He waited patiently for almost 5 minutes. Getting no response, he said firmly;
“If you want to be left alone…I’ll leave,”
He stood up carefully and began making his way to the door.
“It’s hard,”
Yamada stopped and turned around to find Junko staring at his hands, a look of complete despair on his face.
“What is?” he asked, cautiously, gently.
“Being here…it’s too hard,”
Yamada sighed.
He knew…how it felt. He knew…nearly every boy that had grown up in these halls…had felt this.
“I know, you can quite if you want to…,”
“No, I can’t…I need this…I need this to prove myself!”
“Then stay, just a bit more strength, you can do this Junko…it was hard for all of us…but it will be worth it…maybe…if you stay,”
Junko looked up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“It’s not the same, I’m not like the others!”
Yamada frowned.
“If its dance steps that have got you this depressed, you can ask your senpais for help, did the choregrapher scold you? That happens all
the time, even to us,”
“No, it’s not that, it’s not the dance!”
Yamada was silenced as he watched the boy’s cries become hysterical. He felt his heart break.
Had it really been that hard?
“I can’t…I can’t memorize a song, we needed to memorize it for the juniors medly on shonen club, but they didn’t choose me because I was
the only one who hadn’t memorized it, they gave us a week…but,”
“Daijobu,”
“No it’s not fine, I’m stupid, I can’t do this, I can only dance, it’s so much more easier and fun, I can’t read these jumbled up words on paper, I could’ve done it if somebody would read it out to me but everybody’s too worried about themselves and my Tou-chan hates it if I bring work
home,”
His sobs were getting harder until he was almost gasping for breath. Yamada was shocked to even move He had no idea what to do to calm him down.
“It’s just like school, I thought, I wouldn’t have to struggle through textbooks and essays and numbers here…I could just dance, something I’ve learned to love so much…but no…it’s read and memorize here too, it’s just not fair!”
“It’s not fair…why? Why me?”
“Junko…I…,”
“I wanna…I WANNA DIE,”
Yamada’s eyes widened as he felt a strange anger erupt within him and before he knew it he had grabbed the boy’s trembling form by the shoulders and shook him violently, surprising him into shock.
“Don’t you ever say that again…do you hear me?”
Junko stared up at him.
Yamada let go of the boy, realizing what he had done. He looked away.
“I’m sorry…just; don’t say something like that so easily,”
Yamada kept his eyes on the ground for what seemed like hours but he knew were only minutes. Junko had curled up against the wall again, tired from the crying.
“I’ll try and help,”
Junko sniffed once and blinked at him.
“How do you…learn in school?”
Junko reflected.
“I can remember things when the teacher talks about it a few times, and at home, my mom reads my books out for me...the same topics again and again until i get it,”
“Do you think, if I sing your songs for you, you can learn them?”
Junko stared at him.
“You’re in two groups senpai,”
Yamada sighed.
“You’re probably busy with your studies at home aren’t you? I can spare some time…lunch break?”
Junko rubbed his nose and crawled closer.
“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. Yamada smiled, ruffling his hair.
“Yeah, meet me at the roof at lunch and we’ll practice together,”
Junko beamed.
“Hai!”
~*~
Detective Tanaka was an arrogant man. His craft, his skills, his ability was his pride. But no thanks to a bunch of girly Idols, his entire investigation had been blown to bits. For the first time, his case had been transferred to another team, just because according to the authorities, he couldn’t get answers out from a teenager and whom his subordinate had released against his orders for reasons the idiot couldn't even remember. According to an officer, Nakamura had obliged politely to the orders of one of those Idols.
The killer for those three men was still unknown, the tracker he had gotten from Nakajima had an untraceable source, and…
“I’m going to be practicing with one of my seniors! He’s from Jump, you know Jump right mom?”
He lifts his gaze from his bowl of rice and onto his the little boy talking animatedly with his dear wife. How she had the patience to deal with him and the two little ones at home, he could only wonder.
“Yes dear I know Jump,” she replied with a smile, reaching out to refill her son’s bowl before turning to the one year old gurgling next to her.
“At first I thought that I would be the most unlucky one, being dys..dyslexic and all but my most admired senior is going to help me learn my
songs! Isn’t it amazing mom?”
“Jun?”
The little boy looked at him innocently, grains of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth. He held back a smile.
“Is a Nakajima…Yuto in this group too?”
Junko’s eyes widened.
“Yes he is! I like him very much too! He’s sooooooo tall!”
Avoiding his wife’s questioning gaze he patted his son affectionately on the head. He was going to complete his case, and for that, he needed to dig down to the roots of this strange gang of boys.
“Junko, I have a favor to ask of you.”
~*~
Note: Dyslexia is a reading disability. It is a broad term defining a learning disability that negatively affects a person's ability to read, spell and write. It is not associated with intelligence and with proper guidance, a dyslexic person may be able to read fluently, albeit slowly as compared to non-dyslexic individuals.
The effects of this condition varies from individual to individual. It is NOT AN ILLNESS, merely a mild inability and can be coped with proper guidance and awareness.
Sorry took so long to update. I just realized Junko's a girl's name, I should have been more careful when choosing the name. I tried to change it but it's too late, I'm too used to my Junko :P
I guess is the same case as Yuri XD
I feel like teasing lil' Junko a bit now :P