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 Seven - Transparent Waters
She struggled with the lacy stockings, her hands moving in haste. She hopped around her bedroom, slipping her feet into the pretty red shoes and in her rush she ended up falling backwards onto a pile of cushions with a shriek. She scowled at the sound of laughter from the doorway.
“What’s the rush ice princess?”
She straightened up immediately, dusting her frock with an air of dignity.
“Stop calling me that!” she snapped at the thirteen-year-old sniggering to himself.
“I would, if you start trying to make friends instead of scaring them away,”
“I don’t want to,”
He looked at her, still smiling and shrugged.
“You look kind of funny,”
“No I don’t! Papa gave me this dress and he says I look beautiful in it!”
“He also got you those braces, you’re still pretty ugly,”
The 11 year old grabbed a cushion from the floor and struck him on the face.
“Leave me alone you monster!” she shrieked continuously bashing him with the pillow until it ripped open, revealing its fluffy white stuffing.
“Sakura, Aoi what are you two doing?”
Little Sakura stared up at her beautiful mother in her silver gown and her eyes brightened immediately at the small child snuggled up in her
embrace.
“I still can’t believe Hayato’s already 4,” she giggled reaching out to stroke the little boy’s cheek.
“4 and heavy,” her mother said readjusting the boy with a groan. Sakura giggled.
“Now hurry up kids, your father will be home very soon and people are waiting downstairs,”
“Hai,” both children responded with vigor before following her downstairs.
The living room was filled with guests and noises of children playing came in from the garden. Sakura hobbled all the way to the large table
in the center of the dining hall, laden with food and confectionaries, the most attracting thing being the huge cake in the middle.
“My little brother is still sleeping and it’s his birthday,” she sighed with a frown as her mother placed the pale looking boy on the sofa. Aoi gave her a disapproving look.
“You’re brother is sick Saku, it’s natural for him to be sleepy,” he stated professional, pushing his glasses up.
Sakura threw him a glare.
“Of course I know that stupid, that’s why I’m going to grow up to be a doctor, so I can cure him myself,” she replied proudly.
“Are you sure about that?” Aoi began a mischievous smile in place.
“You need to be really smart for that, which unfortunately, you aren’t,”
The room was filled with laughter at the site of the bespectacled boy running away from a fuming girl with ribbons in her hair and a scowl on her face.
Just then, the front door opened. Sakura froze in her tracks and turned to face the man who had just entered the house. She beamed.
“Papa!”
~*~
It was raining hard but the 14 year old didn’t care. The metallic chains tying the wooden swing to its support felt cold under her fingers.
She could see the shadows, the silhouettes at the window.
She could hear her mother cry.
“Why?” she whispered to no one in particular. She held her hands in front of her face and stared.
“Why wasn’t I given a chance to cure him?”
~*~
“I’m really sorry about your father Miyano-san,”
The young woman nodded her head, her face a stoic façade.
“I want you to know, he was a great friend of mine, and I respected him immensely,”
She nods again, unsure of what this gentleman in his grey suit and square spectacles would want, summoning her in her university’s dean’s office in the middle of a class.
“He left behind something, which I’m assuming was for you,”
She looked at him, perplexed. Her father was very involved in her studies but he had never openly discussed his job with her.
She took the file given to her and flipped it open. Her eyes widened as the random codes printed on the sheets of paper evoked a flicker of
familiarity and recognition in her mind.
“Miyano-san?”
She looks up at the “Professor” in the gray suit.
“Would you like to continue…where your father left off?”
~*~
Yabu Kota hastened his steps. He was exhausted, it had been a long day but there was a very good reason why he had turned Hikaru and Takaki’s offer of a sushi dinner down despite their teasing and mocking and finally pleading.
He wasn’t really that hungry in the first place, he wasn’t so sure why, but the strange stirring at the pit of his stomach could have been one of the reasons. He’d been feeling slightly unwell since he woke up that morning. He had managed to cruise through practice without much hassle since he was in charge and the choreographer hadn’t shown up, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that he hadn’t been able to control his movements that well.
He halted at the entrance of the park. He could see couples strolling in peace, and families seated on the benches. The sun had just set not long ago.
He took out his phone to text Miyano, since she was the one who had asked him to meet her here for something ‘important’ when he spotted her seated on a bench in a rather forlorn state. She looked weary.
She jumped as he tapped her on the shoulder.
“Sorry,” he smiled apologetically. She stood up and bowed.
“No, no it’s alright, um…thank you so much for coming!”
He stared at her as she straightened up, the formality unnerving him slightly.
“No problem,” he sighed, sitting down on the other side of the bench. He watched her do the same.
“Is everything alright?” he finally asked.
“Yes, don’t worry, the matter is not of a perilous nature, it’s just-,”
“Why are you talking like that?”
She gaped at him, surprise in her dark eyes.
“We’re still friends, even if we haven’t been in touch for a while, you’re making this awkward,”
Miyano looked extremely taken aback.
“What was it that you wanted to talk about?” he asked flatly after a few minutes of silence. He wasn’t sure why he was being so irritable but
he knew it was wrong of him to talk to her that way.
“Is Ryosuke okay?”
He looked at her, not so surprised.
“He seems fine, but he’s back to acting like he wants nothing to do with us anymore, like how he was after that stage accident last year,”
Miyano frowned.
“Yabu-kun,”
“Yes,”
“I think it’s time, for you to know the whole story,”
“The whole story?”
Miyano nodded.
“A few years ago, before your debut, I was under my father’s training. While guiding me in my studies he was busy working on some project and even though he had tried his best to hide it, I could tell something was wrong. One day, I found him sitting by himself deep in thoughts in his office and he seemed really disturbed. When I approached him, he told me that he had made a mistake, a grave mistake and he asked me to help him fix it. He didn’t tell me what it was back then but now I know that he was talking about Ryosuke,”
Yabu remained silent as she talked, anticipation building up inside of him.
“I was home schooled from the beginning, and my father had his own methods of teaching. He once gave me a puzzle, filled with codes. I used to try and solve it every night before sleeping and after four months of trying, I understood what the codes meant and upon solving the puzzle, what I got was a formula, a genetic code,”
“My father had a partner in his research and his name was Professor Hiro Ishikawa. When I got accepted in the university I had applied to when I was still a student, I was approached by him. It had been a few months after my father lost his life in an ‘accidental’ explosion of his laboratory building. He told me about my father’s project in developing a drug to save my brother’s life but the research had took too long. He told me that the drug could still be used in the benefit of others and that my father had wanted me to continue his work,”
“I was just a student, I was ready to refuse until he took me to a lab where he introduced me to the little boy who had been given the first dose of the drug, he told me that the drug had severe adverse effects on the boy and that he was dying,”
“I had thought that maybe, he wanted me to come up with some kind of antidote to save his life, but he told me that a medical team under the lead of Kawashima Sensei was working on keeping him alive, but they had no hope for his survival, they wanted me to instead use him to study the drug and make a newer, better version,”
Yabu clenched his fists, anger boiling up inside of him.
“I had a little brother, and I loved him,”
Yabu was startled as he noticed a tear glide down her cheek.
“Ryosuke was someone’s little boy, he was someone’s precious brother, someone’s dear friend, it was unfair,”
“He was so afraid, he was almost always under sedation but he would cry in his sleep, I hated them, I hated them for doing this to him,”
“They were doctors, they are thought to be emotionally firm so as to not falter during times of chaos and make life-saving decisions on the
spot, but there is a difference between being emotionally under control…and just plain cruel,”
“I began work on the drug, knowing the formula and made a diluted dose, they told me to test it on another junior boy…Morimoto Shintaro,
but I didn’t, I did it on myself,”
“I blacked out and woke up in that place, two days later, the staff thought that I was probably still working and didn’t bother checking on me, when I got my senses straightened out, I checked my vitals and was relieved to know that I was completely fine…actually better than fine,”
“On my way back home, I came across an injured cat and while trying to find a way to nurse its broken limb, I discovered my ability,”
“I rushed back to the lab where they were keeping Ryosuke and tried it on him, managing to successfully lessen his pain and calm his
mind,”
“They asked for the results of my research and I asked to be made in charge of Ryosuke in return, I didn’t realize they were actually going to use it on you all,”
“They knew it was a stamina and strength enhancing drug, but Kitagawa Ken was in such a hurry to produce his “Ideal Idols that would never tire or fail to amaze” that without my knowledge, they administered the drugs to you…just as Ryosuke became healthy enough to be sent home,”
“He had an attack, and that’s when he slipped from the balloon during that concert, it wasn’t him causing the accident that made him like that, it did contribute , but it was because he knew that his health would soon deteriorate to a level that he could hurt himself and the others around him just like he had done on that day,”
“That’s why he separated himself from us?” Yabu frowned in disbelief. Miyano nodded.
“Hayato tells me, that he had a friend named Alice where he was kept captive and that she kept mentioning some ‘Professor’,”
Yabu’s eyes widened. His heartbeat had become eratic.
“So, you think, your father’s partner is involved with Organization Quicksilver,”
Miyano nodded again.
“I think my father knew Hayato was still alive, but why he lied to us, I can’t figure it out,”
Miyano’s eyes widened as Yabu slipped off the bench, holding himself tight. She dropped to her knees next to him and was horrified at his
heavy breathing and immense sweating.
“What’s wrong?” she asked anxiously. Yabu was feeling strange. His breathing was labored and he was feeling lightheaded, as if he was
falling backwards into nothingness.
“Yabu-kun!” Miyano half-shouted getting no response from him. Suddenly, the water in the fountain gurgled and shot towards them like a
rocket. Miyano fell backwards just in time, hitting the grass as droplets of water rained down upon her.
Breathing rapidly she opened her eyes and gasped.
In place of Yabu, all that remained was his shoes and jacket.
~*~
A/N: Italics are flashbacks! Feedback loved!
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 Seven - Transparent Waters
She struggled with the lacy stockings, her hands moving in haste. She hopped around her bedroom, slipping her feet into the pretty red shoes and in her rush she ended up falling backwards onto a pile of cushions with a shriek. She scowled at the sound of laughter from the doorway.
“What’s the rush ice princess?”
She straightened up immediately, dusting her frock with an air of dignity.
“Stop calling me that!” she snapped at the thirteen-year-old sniggering to himself.
“I would, if you start trying to make friends instead of scaring them away,”
“I don’t want to,”
He looked at her, still smiling and shrugged.
“You look kind of funny,”
“No I don’t! Papa gave me this dress and he says I look beautiful in it!”
“He also got you those braces, you’re still pretty ugly,”
The 11 year old grabbed a cushion from the floor and struck him on the face.
“Leave me alone you monster!” she shrieked continuously bashing him with the pillow until it ripped open, revealing its fluffy white stuffing.
“Sakura, Aoi what are you two doing?”
Little Sakura stared up at her beautiful mother in her silver gown and her eyes brightened immediately at the small child snuggled up in her
embrace.
“I still can’t believe Hayato’s already 4,” she giggled reaching out to stroke the little boy’s cheek.
“4 and heavy,” her mother said readjusting the boy with a groan. Sakura giggled.
“Now hurry up kids, your father will be home very soon and people are waiting downstairs,”
“Hai,” both children responded with vigor before following her downstairs.
The living room was filled with guests and noises of children playing came in from the garden. Sakura hobbled all the way to the large table
in the center of the dining hall, laden with food and confectionaries, the most attracting thing being the huge cake in the middle.
“My little brother is still sleeping and it’s his birthday,” she sighed with a frown as her mother placed the pale looking boy on the sofa. Aoi gave her a disapproving look.
“You’re brother is sick Saku, it’s natural for him to be sleepy,” he stated professional, pushing his glasses up.
Sakura threw him a glare.
“Of course I know that stupid, that’s why I’m going to grow up to be a doctor, so I can cure him myself,” she replied proudly.
“Are you sure about that?” Aoi began a mischievous smile in place.
“You need to be really smart for that, which unfortunately, you aren’t,”
The room was filled with laughter at the site of the bespectacled boy running away from a fuming girl with ribbons in her hair and a scowl on her face.
Just then, the front door opened. Sakura froze in her tracks and turned to face the man who had just entered the house. She beamed.
“Papa!”
~*~
It was raining hard but the 14 year old didn’t care. The metallic chains tying the wooden swing to its support felt cold under her fingers.
She could see the shadows, the silhouettes at the window.
She could hear her mother cry.
“Why?” she whispered to no one in particular. She held her hands in front of her face and stared.
“Why wasn’t I given a chance to cure him?”
~*~
“I’m really sorry about your father Miyano-san,”
The young woman nodded her head, her face a stoic façade.
“I want you to know, he was a great friend of mine, and I respected him immensely,”
She nods again, unsure of what this gentleman in his grey suit and square spectacles would want, summoning her in her university’s dean’s office in the middle of a class.
“He left behind something, which I’m assuming was for you,”
She looked at him, perplexed. Her father was very involved in her studies but he had never openly discussed his job with her.
She took the file given to her and flipped it open. Her eyes widened as the random codes printed on the sheets of paper evoked a flicker of
familiarity and recognition in her mind.
“Miyano-san?”
She looks up at the “Professor” in the gray suit.
“Would you like to continue…where your father left off?”
~*~
Yabu Kota hastened his steps. He was exhausted, it had been a long day but there was a very good reason why he had turned Hikaru and Takaki’s offer of a sushi dinner down despite their teasing and mocking and finally pleading.
He wasn’t really that hungry in the first place, he wasn’t so sure why, but the strange stirring at the pit of his stomach could have been one of the reasons. He’d been feeling slightly unwell since he woke up that morning. He had managed to cruise through practice without much hassle since he was in charge and the choreographer hadn’t shown up, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that he hadn’t been able to control his movements that well.
He halted at the entrance of the park. He could see couples strolling in peace, and families seated on the benches. The sun had just set not long ago.
He took out his phone to text Miyano, since she was the one who had asked him to meet her here for something ‘important’ when he spotted her seated on a bench in a rather forlorn state. She looked weary.
She jumped as he tapped her on the shoulder.
“Sorry,” he smiled apologetically. She stood up and bowed.
“No, no it’s alright, um…thank you so much for coming!”
He stared at her as she straightened up, the formality unnerving him slightly.
“No problem,” he sighed, sitting down on the other side of the bench. He watched her do the same.
“Is everything alright?” he finally asked.
“Yes, don’t worry, the matter is not of a perilous nature, it’s just-,”
“Why are you talking like that?”
She gaped at him, surprise in her dark eyes.
“We’re still friends, even if we haven’t been in touch for a while, you’re making this awkward,”
Miyano looked extremely taken aback.
“What was it that you wanted to talk about?” he asked flatly after a few minutes of silence. He wasn’t sure why he was being so irritable but
he knew it was wrong of him to talk to her that way.
“Is Ryosuke okay?”
He looked at her, not so surprised.
“He seems fine, but he’s back to acting like he wants nothing to do with us anymore, like how he was after that stage accident last year,”
Miyano frowned.
“Yabu-kun,”
“Yes,”
“I think it’s time, for you to know the whole story,”
“The whole story?”
Miyano nodded.
“A few years ago, before your debut, I was under my father’s training. While guiding me in my studies he was busy working on some project and even though he had tried his best to hide it, I could tell something was wrong. One day, I found him sitting by himself deep in thoughts in his office and he seemed really disturbed. When I approached him, he told me that he had made a mistake, a grave mistake and he asked me to help him fix it. He didn’t tell me what it was back then but now I know that he was talking about Ryosuke,”
Yabu remained silent as she talked, anticipation building up inside of him.
“I was home schooled from the beginning, and my father had his own methods of teaching. He once gave me a puzzle, filled with codes. I used to try and solve it every night before sleeping and after four months of trying, I understood what the codes meant and upon solving the puzzle, what I got was a formula, a genetic code,”
“My father had a partner in his research and his name was Professor Hiro Ishikawa. When I got accepted in the university I had applied to when I was still a student, I was approached by him. It had been a few months after my father lost his life in an ‘accidental’ explosion of his laboratory building. He told me about my father’s project in developing a drug to save my brother’s life but the research had took too long. He told me that the drug could still be used in the benefit of others and that my father had wanted me to continue his work,”
“I was just a student, I was ready to refuse until he took me to a lab where he introduced me to the little boy who had been given the first dose of the drug, he told me that the drug had severe adverse effects on the boy and that he was dying,”
“I had thought that maybe, he wanted me to come up with some kind of antidote to save his life, but he told me that a medical team under the lead of Kawashima Sensei was working on keeping him alive, but they had no hope for his survival, they wanted me to instead use him to study the drug and make a newer, better version,”
Yabu clenched his fists, anger boiling up inside of him.
“I had a little brother, and I loved him,”
Yabu was startled as he noticed a tear glide down her cheek.
“Ryosuke was someone’s little boy, he was someone’s precious brother, someone’s dear friend, it was unfair,”
“He was so afraid, he was almost always under sedation but he would cry in his sleep, I hated them, I hated them for doing this to him,”
“They were doctors, they are thought to be emotionally firm so as to not falter during times of chaos and make life-saving decisions on the
spot, but there is a difference between being emotionally under control…and just plain cruel,”
“I began work on the drug, knowing the formula and made a diluted dose, they told me to test it on another junior boy…Morimoto Shintaro,
but I didn’t, I did it on myself,”
“I blacked out and woke up in that place, two days later, the staff thought that I was probably still working and didn’t bother checking on me, when I got my senses straightened out, I checked my vitals and was relieved to know that I was completely fine…actually better than fine,”
“On my way back home, I came across an injured cat and while trying to find a way to nurse its broken limb, I discovered my ability,”
“I rushed back to the lab where they were keeping Ryosuke and tried it on him, managing to successfully lessen his pain and calm his
mind,”
“They asked for the results of my research and I asked to be made in charge of Ryosuke in return, I didn’t realize they were actually going to use it on you all,”
“They knew it was a stamina and strength enhancing drug, but Kitagawa Ken was in such a hurry to produce his “Ideal Idols that would never tire or fail to amaze” that without my knowledge, they administered the drugs to you…just as Ryosuke became healthy enough to be sent home,”
“He had an attack, and that’s when he slipped from the balloon during that concert, it wasn’t him causing the accident that made him like that, it did contribute , but it was because he knew that his health would soon deteriorate to a level that he could hurt himself and the others around him just like he had done on that day,”
“That’s why he separated himself from us?” Yabu frowned in disbelief. Miyano nodded.
“Hayato tells me, that he had a friend named Alice where he was kept captive and that she kept mentioning some ‘Professor’,”
Yabu’s eyes widened. His heartbeat had become eratic.
“So, you think, your father’s partner is involved with Organization Quicksilver,”
Miyano nodded again.
“I think my father knew Hayato was still alive, but why he lied to us, I can’t figure it out,”
Miyano’s eyes widened as Yabu slipped off the bench, holding himself tight. She dropped to her knees next to him and was horrified at his
heavy breathing and immense sweating.
“What’s wrong?” she asked anxiously. Yabu was feeling strange. His breathing was labored and he was feeling lightheaded, as if he was
falling backwards into nothingness.
“Yabu-kun!” Miyano half-shouted getting no response from him. Suddenly, the water in the fountain gurgled and shot towards them like a
rocket. Miyano fell backwards just in time, hitting the grass as droplets of water rained down upon her.
Breathing rapidly she opened her eyes and gasped.
In place of Yabu, all that remained was his shoes and jacket.
~*~
A/N: Italics are flashbacks! Feedback loved!