Leaving: Part IV - ReitaxRuki
Leaving
Part IV
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Warnings: MxM relationship, violence, strong language, gore, Character Death;
Pairings: ReitaxRuki, KaixRuki, JxRuki, ShouxHiroto, AoixUruha
Genre: AU, Action, Smut, Sci-Fi, Horror, Humor
Summary: Waking slowly, Reita stared up at the ceiling blearily; feeling like he was still dreaming. He shut his eyes; he stretched out over the bed, rolling onto his side to reach out for a body, only to meet with a cold empty space. He sat up immediately, not having to see that Ruki’s bag was missing.
Comments: It’s the third final installment lOl. I had a lot of inspiration which came from the show, The Walking Dead and the soundtrack of The Walking Dead. Enjoy ♥♥♥
Inspiration songs: Five Finger Death Punch - Far From Home
Waking slowly, Reita stared up at the ceiling blearily; feeling like he was still dreaming. He shut his eyes; he stretched out over the bed, rolling onto his side to reach out for a body, only to meet with a cold empty space. He sat up immediately, not having to see that Ruki’s bag was missing.
Dressing up quickly, he ran out of the run, going to Uruha and Saga’s room. Not bothering knocking and bursting in, starting both men awake, he shouted, “Ruki’s gone!”
“What” the honey blonde straightened.
“How do you know he’s gone,” Saga yawned, rubbing his eyes.
“Because we slept with each other and now he’s fucking gone,” he snapped.
Going back out, Reita rushed to his room, gathering his weapons. Running back out, he went to the gate, inspecting everything. Looking up, he noticed the rope. Rushing to the top, he looked over the edge while pulling the rope up.
“God damn it, Ruki,” he growled, dropping the object and beginning to open the gates.
The sound of the metal scraping loudly and he understood why Ruki had gone over the wall. He didn’t want anybody knowing that he was leaving. Gazing at the ground, he found the prints of the younger man leading off into the woods.
“Reita, wait up!” Uruha came running up behind the man, carrying his weapons, “which way did he go?”
“South,” he answered, looking up through the trees.
“What’s going on?” J bellowed, storming up to the men.
“None of your fucking business,” Reita snarled, taking a step towards the man, being held back.
Uruha pushed the blonde back, turning back to J, “Ruki’s gone.”
The man looked at them and then the woods, “how the hell did he leave?”
“Climbed over the wall,” sighing, the ex marine kneeled on the ground; staring intently the footprints left behind, “he couldn’t have gotten far. He’s got maybe a two hour head start.”
“You got a map we can use,” Saga joined them.
“Yeah,” J nodded, rushing back to his house.
Stopping, Ruki looked out in the forest. He had been hiking for over two hours and he felt like he wasn’t getting anywhere at all. Groaning, he continued to trudge slowly, becoming lost in his thoughts, he didn’t spot the hidden ravine ahead of him. Taking a large step over a piece of tree, the ground gave way beneath his weight and he fell into the deep ravine.
Gripping his leg tightly after landing on his feet wrong, the pain shot right through the limb. Easing himself into a sitting position, he cried out softly. Slowly beginning to lift his pants leg, pray; hoping it wasn’t broken.
With every bit of movement he made, his leg felt broken. Finally getting the pants leg rolled up, he looked at it. It was bruised badly which only meant he more than likely fractured it. He was now going to get nowhere fast; he was a walker’s perfect meal.
“Fuck, can this get any worse,” he hissed, looked around him.
There was no way he was going to be able to climb out; taking a deep breath, using the dirt wall as a crutch and forced himself to his feet. Whimpering, he fell against the dirt. Grimacing, he took two of his arrows, breaking off the tips. He was going to have to improvise.
Quickly tying the arrows to his leg tightly, Ruki got back to his feet, beginning to hobble along the dried riverbed. Feelings like hours were passing by and then he heard the terrifying noise. He immediately stopped, breathing feeling loud to his ears; the noise of the undead getting closer to him.
Swallowing, he slowly turned, looked up to the side of the riverbed and broke into a cold sweat. There stood more than just handful of walkers; all of them looking at him hungrily. Backing up along the wall, heart thumping wildly, Ruki turned and hobbled as fast as he could along the bank. The body of corpses immediately gave chase to him.
“What’s within two hours of here?”
“A few houses,” J began answering, pointing somewhere on the map, “and, there’s an old sawmill here along the dried riverbed.”
“I’m going there,” Reita declared, looking the map over quickly, memorizing it. Turning, he took his rifle and other things, heading out the gate without a word.
“Wait,” the elder man shouted, “we’ve got a quicker way than on foot.”
“What’s quicker?” Saga asked.
“Dirt bikes,” he smiled.
Breathing heavily, Ruki had to stop. His leg throbbed horribly and his chest burned from the effort it took to hobble this far. Looking over his shoulder, he saw he had a good small distance between them, but he also wouldn’t be able to give chase much longer. His body was exhausted.
Wiping the sweat from his eyes, he forced himself forward, trying his best to ignore the pain. Stumbling, Ruki cried out; the jostling of his body hurt his leg worse. Pushing himself up, giving a quick over his shoulder, he continued on.
Running further until he came to a part of the river he could easily climb out of, he looked around for anything to help him. Spotting the roof of a structure through the threes, he went for it. Not giving it a thought, just desperate for somewhere to hide.
Coming over the small ridge, he looked down at an old mill. Catching his breath for a moment, he maneuvered his way down the side of the hill, careful to keep his footing. Ruki reached the bottom and moved as quickly as he could towards the building, only to skid to a stop as he saw walkers coming from the side.
“Fuck,” he gasped, sprinting towards the door.
Yanking and pulling on the door with all he had, he managed it open. Slipping in, he turned and quickly tried to shut it, the undead grabbing at the door, pulling on it. Cursing, Ruki reached down, pulling his knife from it’s sheathed and stabbed one of the zombies though the forehead. Kicking it back with his good leg, he got the door to close the rest of the way.
Turning around to inspect the building, he found no other walkers. Dropping his arms to his side with relief, he went towards the stairs. Going up them as quick as he could, reaching the landing, he went straight towards the office. In search for anything that could be of use.
Just as he got in, he heard loud cracks. Freezing, he peeked over the railing; the dead had broken through another door. Feeling the chance of surviving slipping from his grasp, he went for the closet beside the windowed office.
The sounds of his feet announcing to the dead of his whereabouts, they came up the stairs fast. Ruki picked up his pace, barely reaching the closet as he was grabbed from behind. Shoving the body back and bringing his knife up to thrust it into skull. Giving another shove and stabbing at another, the brunette tried shutting the door.
The bodies pulled to keep it open. But, he wasn’t going to give up. He put his good leg up against the doorframe as a source of some kind of leverage. It becoming a life and death tug a war, fighting with the walkers to shut the door. And then, he felt the most excruciating pain in his arm.
Screaming out in agony and horror, he watched a dead woman take big chunk out of his arm. His blood on the walker’s face distracted the others long enough for Ruki to slam the door shut and lock it from the inside. Stumbling back against the shelves, he whimpered and cried softly as he held his arm.
Dropping to the ground, staring through the dim lighting of the small closet, he watched his blood pour from the bite wound. Squeezing his eyes shut, he put pressure to the bite; knowing how futile it was to even trying to stop the bleeding. He was as good as dead.
Head falling back, slowing his breathing down; he calmed himself with his very last happy memory. He deserved this. After everything, Ruki felt he deserved this. Because now, he’s come face to face with death, he feels a sense of peace.
Whimpering again, as he cradled his arm close to his chest, Ruki stared at the door. There was no sense in hiding or keeping himself locked in here. If he did that, he would just end up like the poor bastards out there. He didn’t want to become that.
Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, he looked at his knife and then, his handgun. Taking the clip out, he looked at the bullets. Trying to remember how many he had left and to save one for himself. He wasn’t going to turn into one of them.
Getting to his feet, wiping his bloody hands off onto his pants, he got ready. Taking a step towards the door, staring hard at the handle, hearing the groans and pounding on the door, he steeled himself for the outcome. The outcome he doesn’t survive.
“If I’m dying, I’m taking as many of you fucker’s with me,” Ruki growled, reaching out and slowly unlocking the door.
Pushing the door open and taking quick steps back, he watched them force their way into the cramped space. Firing off a round at a walker, kicked it back and stabbed at another; gasping as another one grabbed him by the arm. He instinctively squeezed the trigger, lodging a bullet between its eyes.
Not able to get his foot back, he slipped on a body and fell back. The last three walkers’ were upon him in a moment, tearing into him with their teeth. Screaming out as one bit into his thigh, Ruki desperately tried holding off on the one snapping at his throat.
Crying out again when a second tore into his side; Ruki could feel his body going into shock. Not having the strength to keep fighting off the one above him, it bit him along the shoulder; the pain wracking through his entire body. Forcing screams of agony out of him.
Body jolting with the pain and the large amount of blood loss, he could only stare up at the ceiling, arms falling off to the side of him limply. His breathing coming out in short pants, he was in shock in a second; not paying attention to the pain coursing through him. Not realizing that the walker’s had been torn from his body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Reita repeated in alarm, staring down at the torn body of Ruki. Hand hovering above the trembling flesh, “shit… God damn it.”
Swallowing back the lump, he gently took the bloodied face of the brunette, turning the head towards him. The brown eyes were wide, unshed tears shining. Reita gently patted and caressed the cheek of Ruki, the only thing he could do.
The way the man was breathing in short pants, it broke the marines heart; Ruki’s body desperately fighting to live. But he could see that Ruki had given into his fate. And then, his pants began to slow, almost like what you would hear with a heart monitor as it slowed. The brown eyes slowly began to lose light and the pupil dilated slowly.
“I’m so sorry, Ruki,” Reita whispered, pressing a kiss to the forehead. With a few more small breaths, Ruki’s body quieted. Every part of the body went limp and the man looked nothing more than like a lifeless, bloody doll.
“Reita,” Saga said steadily, nudging Ruki’s forgotten handgun against the shoulder.
Sitting back on his heels, he took the weapon. Staring at blankly, he chambered a bullet. Biting his lip, he tiled his head, not looking at the three men, “leave.”
Swallowing, Saga looked to J and Uruha, “alright.”
Listening to their steps lead away from the closet, the blonde looked back at the dead body. Reaching out and brushing away sweaty bangs, he shook his head. He wanted to say something, but, his words would only fall on deaf ears. His words wouldn’t matter to anyone.
Putting his hand over the dull eyes, he placed the gun to the temple. Hand beginning to shake, grip tightening, Reita trailed his finger along the trigger. He knew what he was supposed to do, but, it almost felt impossible.
Squeezing his eyes shut, keeping the tears back, he whispered once more, “I’m so sorry.”
A loud gunshot echoed through the saw mill; it slowly fading into silence.