Shadow Boys 2: Part 3 Chapter 7
Title: Shadow Boys 2 : Midnight Mercury
Part Three: Growth
Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Brotherhood, slight!Romance
Rating: PG - PG 15 (violence)
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump with some others
Disclaimer: I own the plot, the OCs and the idea...ONL
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 Three verything changes, everything evolves...bonds, strengths and ideals. The path of self-discovery is ploughed with doubt and indifference but with a goal in mind...we will trudge on.
Chapter Seven - Sweet Agony
It had just been a headache and so he thought of maybe going out and getting some painkillers but then it had started to rain. Rolling around in bed did him no good and to make matters worse, hi neighbour ad to be arguing with someone on the phone, or so he assumed. Did it have to be so loud? He groaned as thunder sounded overhead. Maybe some tea would do him good.
With a heavy sigh he pushed himself off bed, grabbed his wallet and left the small room, annoyed at the fact that his had to be on a floor different from everyone else’s. He raised an eyebrow as he heard a dull thump from the room next door before there was silence. He shrugged.
He wondered what the others were up to. There was still some time before the meeting in Sakura’s room so a quick stop at the hotel café wouldn’t do any harm. He had just finished locking his room when his consciousness flickered, coming back painfully as he slammed against the door. One hand on his head, he used the other to push himself off, very much aware of the awful throbbing.
Was it a migraine?
With wobbly knees the young man sauntered down the hall, his boots making a dull thump thump upon the carpet. He held on tightly to the rail as he reached the staircase, wiping his nose as he felt it run. He blinked back the shock as he spotted blood on his hand.
Trying to drown the panic rising in his chest, he descended the stairs that ended at the lobby. He yelped as he spotted the concierge on the floor, eyes half-open, blood trailing out of his nose and down his face.
“Wh…what…,”
He rushed to the front desk, calling out for help and gasped as he spotted the woman collapsed behind it in a similar state
“Was there…some kind of virus outbreak? We… houldn't ave come out here!”
He almost lost his footing as he reached the café, the sight of the waiter sprawled on the floor with broken dishes around him and the customers unconscious and bloody upon their tables made his stomach churn.
“I…have to get the others out of here,” he half-shrieked, ignoring the way his head felt like it was about to explode. He turned around and headed for the staircase, stopping dead in his track as he spotted a young girl in a frilly white dress and an excited smile upon her face.
“You…,” he gasped. He had only seen her once before but that had been the most painful experience of his life.
“Suzuka, that is my name,” she spoke rather shyly, lacing her gloved fingers together.
“You’re…who are you?” he asked, voice heavy as the headache became almost unbearable. He fell to his knees, clutching his hair between his fingers, groaning.
“Can I…call you Dai-chan?” she asked hopefully.
“Why…why are you doing this to me?” he cried, eyes shut to hold back warm tears. He could taste the blood that had sneaked in between his lips.
“Ne-chan told me to keep you distracted, just so you won’t know till it’s done,” she said calmly.
“What are you talking abou...ARGH!”
She giggled.
“Are you distracted enough Dai-chan?” she chirruped, clapping her hands excitedly. Daiki squirmed, shaking badly and feeling like he would die from the pain. And just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, there was a sudden explosion of heat within his cranium that made him throw his head back and scream.
~*~
Ryosuke stared at himself or more accurately the part of his abdomen that had been shot a few days back as he dried his hair. The skin seemed like it had never ever been scratched let alone penetrated by a bullet. Frowning, he pulled on a T-shirt over his pants and pushed open the door to his room. He dropped the towel he had been holding as he spotted the copper-haired young woman on Kota’s bed, looking at him expectantly. She gave him a little smile, holding up a black raincoat.
He sighed.
~*~
“Who’s coming? Who do you see?” Hikaru asked confused. He looked out into the hallway distractedly at the sound of a distant scream. Yuya, who had been halfway through the door frowned at the staircase.
“Didn’t that…sound like…,” Kei began bewildered.
“Let’s go check it out,” Kota said distractedly as the little company made their way out into the hallway.
“Ko-chan!”
The younger boys, with the exception of Ryosuke huddled around the older group.
“We were thinking of going to the café, but then we heard the scream,” Keito gushed, shaking slightly.
“It came from the lobby,” Yuri added.
“Stay together now,” Hikaru warned as he and Kota led the group down the stairs. They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight.
ldquo;DAI-CHAN!”
Sakura rushed over to the unconscious boy lying upon the floor, flat on his face. With Hikaru’s help she turned him over and gasped at the fresh blood stains on his face and the way his eyes were glazed over.
“What happened…down here?” Yuto said shakily as the boys discovered the rest of the victims. A pale Ryutaro leaned against the wall, a hand on his chest.
“He’s alive,” Kei spoke up weakly checking the bellboy’s pulse. Keito examined the receptionist and said the same about her.
“Daiki?” Yuya asked, getting to his knees beside Sakura who was examining the unconscious boy.
“He’s in shock, but he seems fine…physically,” she replied, eyebrows knotted in confusion.
“Dai-chan?” Hikaru called softly. The boy blinked as if in a daze but said nothing. Hikaru looked up at a terrified Kota.
“Who did you sense Kota?” he asked seriously but frowned at the panic on the boy’s face.
“Kota?” Kei called out perplexed as the eldest stumbled backwards before turning on his heel and sprinting back up.
Please, let me be wrong!
He staggered to a halt before his room and flung the door open. He stared momentarily at the open window, the curtains blowing in the breeze before taking heavy steps towards it. Holding out his hand, he felt the raindrops drench his skin. It was vague, almost too difficult but he was certain that the familiar feeling was moving further and further away until it was gone completely.
He glanced to the small table next to him and blinked at the scribbles on the hotel’s notepad. He ripped off the paper and read the penciled letter.
Yabu-kun, please don’t hate me…this is the only way. I’m sorry I couldn’t talk more about it but with me gone, they won’t bother you all anymore. They promised.
I’m really really sorry…please forget me.
Ryosuke.
He felt nothing but disbelief as he read and re-read the letter until the feeling was slowly replaced by despair. Feeling heavy all of a sudden, he slid upon the floor. Back against the bed, he pulled his legs into his chest burying his face upon it. The letter was crumpled within his fingers.
“I…failed.”
~*~
Part Three: Growth
Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Brotherhood, slight!Romance
Rating: PG - PG 15 (violence)
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump with some others
Disclaimer: I own the plot, the OCs and the idea...ONL
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 Three verything changes, everything evolves...bonds, strengths and ideals. The path of self-discovery is ploughed with doubt and indifference but with a goal in mind...we will trudge on.
Chapter Seven - Sweet Agony
It had just been a headache and so he thought of maybe going out and getting some painkillers but then it had started to rain. Rolling around in bed did him no good and to make matters worse, hi neighbour ad to be arguing with someone on the phone, or so he assumed. Did it have to be so loud? He groaned as thunder sounded overhead. Maybe some tea would do him good.
With a heavy sigh he pushed himself off bed, grabbed his wallet and left the small room, annoyed at the fact that his had to be on a floor different from everyone else’s. He raised an eyebrow as he heard a dull thump from the room next door before there was silence. He shrugged.
He wondered what the others were up to. There was still some time before the meeting in Sakura’s room so a quick stop at the hotel café wouldn’t do any harm. He had just finished locking his room when his consciousness flickered, coming back painfully as he slammed against the door. One hand on his head, he used the other to push himself off, very much aware of the awful throbbing.
Was it a migraine?
With wobbly knees the young man sauntered down the hall, his boots making a dull thump thump upon the carpet. He held on tightly to the rail as he reached the staircase, wiping his nose as he felt it run. He blinked back the shock as he spotted blood on his hand.
Trying to drown the panic rising in his chest, he descended the stairs that ended at the lobby. He yelped as he spotted the concierge on the floor, eyes half-open, blood trailing out of his nose and down his face.
“Wh…what…,”
He rushed to the front desk, calling out for help and gasped as he spotted the woman collapsed behind it in a similar state
“Was there…some kind of virus outbreak? We… houldn't ave come out here!”
He almost lost his footing as he reached the café, the sight of the waiter sprawled on the floor with broken dishes around him and the customers unconscious and bloody upon their tables made his stomach churn.
“I…have to get the others out of here,” he half-shrieked, ignoring the way his head felt like it was about to explode. He turned around and headed for the staircase, stopping dead in his track as he spotted a young girl in a frilly white dress and an excited smile upon her face.
“You…,” he gasped. He had only seen her once before but that had been the most painful experience of his life.
“Suzuka, that is my name,” she spoke rather shyly, lacing her gloved fingers together.
“You’re…who are you?” he asked, voice heavy as the headache became almost unbearable. He fell to his knees, clutching his hair between his fingers, groaning.
“Can I…call you Dai-chan?” she asked hopefully.
“Why…why are you doing this to me?” he cried, eyes shut to hold back warm tears. He could taste the blood that had sneaked in between his lips.
“Ne-chan told me to keep you distracted, just so you won’t know till it’s done,” she said calmly.
“What are you talking abou...ARGH!”
She giggled.
“Are you distracted enough Dai-chan?” she chirruped, clapping her hands excitedly. Daiki squirmed, shaking badly and feeling like he would die from the pain. And just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, there was a sudden explosion of heat within his cranium that made him throw his head back and scream.
~*~
Ryosuke stared at himself or more accurately the part of his abdomen that had been shot a few days back as he dried his hair. The skin seemed like it had never ever been scratched let alone penetrated by a bullet. Frowning, he pulled on a T-shirt over his pants and pushed open the door to his room. He dropped the towel he had been holding as he spotted the copper-haired young woman on Kota’s bed, looking at him expectantly. She gave him a little smile, holding up a black raincoat.
He sighed.
~*~
“Who’s coming? Who do you see?” Hikaru asked confused. He looked out into the hallway distractedly at the sound of a distant scream. Yuya, who had been halfway through the door frowned at the staircase.
“Didn’t that…sound like…,” Kei began bewildered.
“Let’s go check it out,” Kota said distractedly as the little company made their way out into the hallway.
“Ko-chan!”
The younger boys, with the exception of Ryosuke huddled around the older group.
“We were thinking of going to the café, but then we heard the scream,” Keito gushed, shaking slightly.
“It came from the lobby,” Yuri added.
“Stay together now,” Hikaru warned as he and Kota led the group down the stairs. They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight.
ldquo;DAI-CHAN!”
Sakura rushed over to the unconscious boy lying upon the floor, flat on his face. With Hikaru’s help she turned him over and gasped at the fresh blood stains on his face and the way his eyes were glazed over.
“What happened…down here?” Yuto said shakily as the boys discovered the rest of the victims. A pale Ryutaro leaned against the wall, a hand on his chest.
“He’s alive,” Kei spoke up weakly checking the bellboy’s pulse. Keito examined the receptionist and said the same about her.
“Daiki?” Yuya asked, getting to his knees beside Sakura who was examining the unconscious boy.
“He’s in shock, but he seems fine…physically,” she replied, eyebrows knotted in confusion.
“Dai-chan?” Hikaru called softly. The boy blinked as if in a daze but said nothing. Hikaru looked up at a terrified Kota.
“Who did you sense Kota?” he asked seriously but frowned at the panic on the boy’s face.
“Kota?” Kei called out perplexed as the eldest stumbled backwards before turning on his heel and sprinting back up.
Please, let me be wrong!
He staggered to a halt before his room and flung the door open. He stared momentarily at the open window, the curtains blowing in the breeze before taking heavy steps towards it. Holding out his hand, he felt the raindrops drench his skin. It was vague, almost too difficult but he was certain that the familiar feeling was moving further and further away until it was gone completely.
He glanced to the small table next to him and blinked at the scribbles on the hotel’s notepad. He ripped off the paper and read the penciled letter.
Yabu-kun, please don’t hate me…this is the only way. I’m sorry I couldn’t talk more about it but with me gone, they won’t bother you all anymore. They promised.
I’m really really sorry…please forget me.
Ryosuke.
He felt nothing but disbelief as he read and re-read the letter until the feeling was slowly replaced by despair. Feeling heavy all of a sudden, he slid upon the floor. Back against the bed, he pulled his legs into his chest burying his face upon it. The letter was crumpled within his fingers.
“I…failed.”
~*~