A posse ad esse - From possibility to actuality [Part 1/?]
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Supernatural Romance with a dash of everything else
Length: Mini Series (should be around 4 or 5 chapters)
Summary: Xiah is handsome, popular, rich, unfortunately he is also dead. But death was only the beginning of his life.
A/N ~ Dedicated to one of my favorite person in LJ ~ drtrypanophobic cause it's her birthday
At the end, my death was rather ignominious and I am rather glad that I wasn’t alive to see it.
The day had started off deceptively mundane.
• Hit snooze and scream at alarm for making me late. √
• Fight with Junho over the bathroom privileges and lose (hey my brother is built like a tank okay!) √
• Sniff test my lucky (on hindsight not so lucky?) # 10 Jersey, get a whiff of stale sweat but decide to wear it anyway for the match √
• Break own speed eating breakfast record, 10.7 seconds ~ √
• Endure hug from mom √
• Run after school bus till psycho bus driver stops, then leers at me from the rearview mirror as I walk to the back of the bus to sit next to Max, my best friend and resident pain in the ass (jerk was laughing at me as usual). √
See, that day was just like every other day. Except for that butterfly.
It flew alongside the bus and then landed on my bar of my window. Intricate patterns were drawn on it’s translucent wings and It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. Everything around me muted and blurred as my eyes focused on the butterfly, fluttering delicately in the wind. Then it disappeared, not fly away, simply vanished.
Max said it was all in my imagination (well who is dead now skinny ass?).
We reached school and immediately started running towards the locker room to change since we only had couple of hours to practice before the match.
Okay what I am going to say next may sound like bragging but I am just telling you the truth.
I am hot stuff.
No seriously…hear me out here. If you were team captain of your soccer team, voted guy you want to wake up next to in the morning, you would consider yourself pretty special right? I have my very own fanclub. I am the guy whose name girls doodle in the back of their notebooks. Every guy wishes he could be me. Of course, being filthy rich helps. After all not every guy drives a Ferrari convertible to school. Plus that’s not all, I can also sing AND shake a leg. In fact I won the Seoul high school kpop songdanceathon twice in a row. And I would have won it again this year, if that stupid Yunho had not beaten me.
I really, realIy, really, really hate losing.
So this match was pretty important to me as I finally had a chance to beat Yunho, because he was the team captain of the side we were playing against. This was also my last soccer match in school before I head off to college.
Well I guess that won’t be happening anytime soon. Going to college I mean. Well it’s not like I cared about studies. As long as I managed to get a passing grade, coach was happy and it helped that Max would do half my assignments as long as I fed him. He may not look, smell or behave like a nerd (thank god he was not nerdy nerd or else I may have had to find a new best friend)! But behind that not so bad exterior, was very smart brain.
Getting back to the story I was telling. I am like all running back from the soccer field and I see that….that tiny faced loser, making out with his boyfriend right in front of me.
Now normally I would not care but I knew that asshole was doing it purposely to throw me off my game. Yunho knew very well that I had a crush on Hero (his boyfriend). I really should not like him, I mean that boy was a doll, but he had very poor taste or else how in the world could he choose Yunho over me?
And yes I am gay, and if that offends you at some religious, political or moral level, fuck you.
Anyway I digress. This is what happened…..(A/N I think I have been watching too much monk :P)
I saw them kiss (Ugh) and completely lost my cool. I went and shoved Yunho, who just looked at me with this annoying grin that pissed me off even more.
“You are going to lose so bad that get ready to see your face hanging in the hall of shame jerk.” I warned, poking a finger on his chest to emphasize my point.
“Like I lost the kpop songdanceathon loser?” He replied, pushing my finger away and pulling Hero closer.
If Max had not held me back, I would have landed a right hook that would have dislodged some of the pretty teeth he had recently got fixed.
“Lets go Junsu, we will take care of them in the field.”
Max’s words calmed me down (a little) and I decided public humiliation of Yunho would be a much more satisfying revenge.
I pulled away from Max and gave Yunho my most intense stare.
“You and me Jung…you and me…” I taunted.
“Anytime” the asshole replied.
I ran towards the field, my temper soaring again thinking about the maddening guy and Hero.
Then I heard this strange spluttering, breathless voice behind me.
Umm (gasp)….Xi…Xi..(pant…gasp) umm I Xiah shhi…(wheeze)
I stopped and looked behind only to see this thin geeky guy with thick glasses, bangs and the ugliest clothes daring to talk to me.
I gave him a look of disbelief and started running again, at a faster pace.
But he too picked up his pace, running behind me eventhough it seemed he would keel over any moment (ironic isn't it?)
Suddenly I felt that nerd touching my back.
WHAT THE FUCK? Even if he liked me he should understand that I only tolerate body contact from a certain standard of people. After all I had a reputation to maintain. Had that Yunho something to do with this? Was somebody taking pictures?
"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU....YOU WHATEVER THE HELL YOU ARE" I screamed and sped up, knowing there was no way nerdy boy could catch up with me (I was 100 m sprint national champion).
“WATCH OUT XIAAAAAAAHSHHIIIIII” the nerd shouted,
And then I fell into the manhole. Yes ladies and gentleman, an unclean, filthy sewer was where I ended my life.
I remember falling and falling, darkness spiraling around me. I think I screamed, but I don’t really remember.
My last thought was ,
God, I hope nobody saw me with the nerd.
Chapter 2