115 Decibels
Title: 115 Decibels
Author: xinxine
Pairing: Ryo/Uchi (could be viewed as friendship or slash, whichever way you want to see it)
Rating : erm...PG, I guess.
Summary: Uchi has a song he wants Ryo to hear.
Author's Notes: I have no idea about Ryo's route home, nor until how late the shinkansen is in operation. O.o I'm just assuming things for the purpose of my fic. Hehehe. This is a one-shot.
"Hey, I want you to listen to something."
It's 12:45 in the morning. Ryo Nishikido steps off the shinkansen and practically snaps at the voice at the other end of the line. "Uchi, do we have to do this now? It's the middle of the night and I'm tired and I just want to get home peacefully."
There's the sound of a pen scratching on paper, and a click of something metal. Ryo, in his haze of sleep deprivation and fatigue, brushes it off, deciding it was the sound of a retractable pen.
"Mou, we never get to see each other anymore and you don't even have the time to talk to me either." Uchi's words make him sound like his usual chirpy self, but there is the slightest bit of something else in his voice, too, an unusual but rather indiscernible tone. And because Ryo is barely paying attention, he doesn't notice.
Ryo is walking towards the pedestrian lane and sees the green traffic light come on. "I just got back from a five-hour non-stop dance rehearsal. Can you just hurry it up already?"
"Well, this song won't even take a second."
"No song ever lasts for just a second, Uchi." His voice is as crisp and terse as the biting midnight air around him. Ryo's at the pedestrian lane and stops walking as the 'go' signal is still on.
He hears Uchi take a light breath. "I know, but this one does."
There's a slight pause, and then a barely audible, "So then...sayonara, Ryo-chan."
The gunshot and the sound of Uchi's cellphone clattering to the floor resonate from Ryo's phone at the same time the red stop signal lights up.
Ryo should start walking, but he can't move, and he thinks that Uchi's song sounds a bit like the center of his world falling apart.
Author's Note: That was like, my first fanfic EVER. Was it a bit morbid? I'm eternally sorry if it bombed, or didn't make any sense, or it was too vague, or was just plain stupid. >.< Questions? (I'm sure there are a lot 'cause...I can't write fic.)
Oh, and 115 decibels is an approximation of the measurement of the loudness of a gunshot when a silencer/suppressor is used.
Comments? *waits patiently to be stoned*
Author: xinxine
Pairing: Ryo/Uchi (could be viewed as friendship or slash, whichever way you want to see it)
Rating : erm...PG, I guess.
Summary: Uchi has a song he wants Ryo to hear.
Author's Notes: I have no idea about Ryo's route home, nor until how late the shinkansen is in operation. O.o I'm just assuming things for the purpose of my fic. Hehehe. This is a one-shot.
"Hey, I want you to listen to something."
It's 12:45 in the morning. Ryo Nishikido steps off the shinkansen and practically snaps at the voice at the other end of the line. "Uchi, do we have to do this now? It's the middle of the night and I'm tired and I just want to get home peacefully."
There's the sound of a pen scratching on paper, and a click of something metal. Ryo, in his haze of sleep deprivation and fatigue, brushes it off, deciding it was the sound of a retractable pen.
"Mou, we never get to see each other anymore and you don't even have the time to talk to me either." Uchi's words make him sound like his usual chirpy self, but there is the slightest bit of something else in his voice, too, an unusual but rather indiscernible tone. And because Ryo is barely paying attention, he doesn't notice.
Ryo is walking towards the pedestrian lane and sees the green traffic light come on. "I just got back from a five-hour non-stop dance rehearsal. Can you just hurry it up already?"
"Well, this song won't even take a second."
"No song ever lasts for just a second, Uchi." His voice is as crisp and terse as the biting midnight air around him. Ryo's at the pedestrian lane and stops walking as the 'go' signal is still on.
He hears Uchi take a light breath. "I know, but this one does."
There's a slight pause, and then a barely audible, "So then...sayonara, Ryo-chan."
The gunshot and the sound of Uchi's cellphone clattering to the floor resonate from Ryo's phone at the same time the red stop signal lights up.
Ryo should start walking, but he can't move, and he thinks that Uchi's song sounds a bit like the center of his world falling apart.
Author's Note: That was like, my first fanfic EVER. Was it a bit morbid? I'm eternally sorry if it bombed, or didn't make any sense, or it was too vague, or was just plain stupid. >.< Questions? (I'm sure there are a lot 'cause...I can't write fic.)
Oh, and 115 decibels is an approximation of the measurement of the loudness of a gunshot when a silencer/suppressor is used.
Comments? *waits patiently to be stoned*