Birth in the death - ToraxSaga - Ch1/8
Title: Birth in the death
Chapters: 1/8
Author: fallen_am_i
Genre: Angst, Romance, AU, Supernatural
Warnings:Boylove, mentions of suicide, probability of character death
Rating: PG-13 to PG-15
Pairing: Tora x Saga, some ShouxHiroto
Synopsis: His dream was to fly, to travel freely everywhere he wanted... And that night he was going to do it. If...
Disclaimer: I own the story only...
Coments: A big thank you to themikachu for beta reading :3
Chapter 1:
“How have you been lately?” a warm, female voice asked with care.
“Just fine...” he answered hoarsely, rubbing his red eyes from the lack of sleep. Lie.
“What about your studies? Are you doing well?”
“I try to do my best...” He shot a guilty glance at his books. Exam period and there had been at least five days since he opened a book. And again, he was not sure if the book he read was a studying one. Lie.
“Hmmm...” the woman hummed in thought. “Oh! Your sister told me to say hello! She studies hard to become clever like you! She misses you; you should come back soon!”
A chuckle. A fake, small chuckle, sounding mostly like he was choking in his own saliva.
“I'll come as soon as possible...” his voice broke and a silent sob filled his throat. It was filled till the end of his mouth and no more words could come out of it. A lie again.
“I hope I’ll see you soon then!” she laughed happily, sending him deeper in to sorrow. “I'll have to hang up now! Your father will return soon and I have to-”
“Mom...” his tone was clear and bold for the first time since he called her. A few seconds pause, gathering the voice and words needed. “I love you, all of you. And I miss you...” His eyes glistened slightly from unshed tears. Truth.
A small sigh was heard from the other side of the line. “That was surprising! I never expected you to be that direct!” she chuckled amused. “We love you too, Takashi, we always do. And we are waiting for you on vacation!” Her voice warm, full of bright colors, it's warmth burning his insides and turning him in to dust. “Take care, okay?”
He gulped; his breath was shaking like he was out in the cold. “I will... Bye...” Trembling fingers ended the call and let the object fall on the mattress carelessly. Another lie. The biggest one.
No matter how intensely he was staring at his room, it was not going to change. The ceiling remained white, causing his eyes to see multicolored dots after too much staring. The walls were standing still, cold and scary, like the sides of a cage. They couldn't even fall on him, crash him with their weight, help him to avoid the decision he had to make, although he already knew what to do. After a small countdown, along with encouraging breaths, he stood up. He took again the white envelope on top of his desk, opening it and reading the letter inwardly, like countless times before. A humming in satisfaction left his lips as he checked the time, already after midnight. He should go. He grabbed his coat harshly from the couch and walked to the door. No, he didn't need anything else. No cellphone to disturb him, nor wallet and money. Just his coat, and that because it was still breezy outside, spring or not. And his car keys.
He walked slowly out of the door and double-locked it. His dorm's hall was rather quiet that night. No crazy colleagues running around chasing a friend, no playful screams, no loud laughs echoing at the empty and thin space. Well, it was natural, Saturday nights were not for people to stay home, right? He gave a bitter smile on the, dirty from graffiti, walls, making that hall look even tinier. It was too silent, and that silence was not the calm, harmonic one. It was at least melancholic. But it was better like that, at that certain night, quiet and empty. He preferred it...
“So are you leaving too? Everyone is leaving today!”
A voice interrupted his escape, a voice low and blank, like that person had never felt stress in his life. Takashi stopped on his tracks, hesitating. He was not the most social person in the world but he would always wave or say hello at his own neighbors. But with that certain young man he was always stressed. Maybe it was his dark brown eyes, almost expressionless, looking back at you like he knew everything about you, small details, grand events, your darkest secrets. Maybe it was his aura, so mysterious and weird, like he was not a human being you were talking with. Or this voice, echoing like he had no souls inside him, so plain and blankly... Maybe all of those. All the people he knew were afraid of him, never getting closer to him than they should and so was he. But that night was different. He felt like he should talk to him this once.
“It's Saturday, Nao-san!” Takashi smiled, though he knew that the other man could guess pretty easily that it was a fake one. Any normal person would, not just Nao. “Aren't you going anywhere? It is such a beautiful night!”
“Nah, a 'weirdo' like me doesn’t fit in normal places, right?” He laughed honestly with humor, though that made Takashi feel uncomfortable. Usually people were mean with Nao, behind his back that is, and 'weirdo' was his permanent nickname. Not that he seemed to care anyway! “Plus you shouldn't walk around today too...” he mumbled behind a cough, hiding his words and their meaning.
“What did you say Nao-san?” Takashi asked kindly, moving closer to the other man unconsciously. The other displayed an enigmatic smile that looked bitter, both happy and sad, or better, Takashi just couldn't understand.
“Can I steal some of your precious time, Takashi? Not much, just some minutes...”
The shorter man moved to the side, making space for Takashi to step in his room. The brunet was hesitant; in fact he had started to feel awkward with his colleague. He started to back down, searching for a good excuse in his mind.
“Sorry Nao-san, but I need to go. My friends-”
“It's important Takashi. And cut that stupid 'san' crap, it is not needed anymore. Just for some moments, please.”
His voice didn't let any space for protests, so Takashi ended up entering the room, having a strange worry throbbing in his chest. Nao's lips curled slightly upwards in understanding and closed the door shut behind him.
The room that was hosting Nao for about three years didn't look like the room a medic student should have. The walls were painted dark purple, too dark for a small dorm's room. And as if the dark purple was not enough, large black clothes were hanging from the walls, carrying white strange symbols that the brunet had never seen before. Books about afterlife and philosophy were decorating his shelves, along with small and strange objects, like knives and chalices. This room was moist and creepy, Takashi thought as he shivered at the back of his neck. The only thing reminding of what Nao was doing in that town was a book of anatomy, dusty and big.
“I thought you were studying anatomy in the last semester...” Takashi noticed loudly. He needed to tell something to break that disturbing silence anyway.
“Yeah I did...” Nao nodded. “But they cut me. I guess I am more interested in what lives inside those corpses...” A crystal like laugh that froze the brunet in his place. “Please sit there...” He showed Takashi a small round table with a black velvet cover. The whole place seemed more and more creepy as the time passed. Not long after he sat on a wooden chair, the black-haired boy followed him, holding a deck of cards, artistically painted. He let the other boy touch the cards and he started placing them down in a pattern. He was so concentrated that he couldn't notice Takashi's expression of boredom and disbelief. Was that the 'important' reason Nao called him there? To read some cards?
His thoughts came to a halt as the man across to him cursed slightly and bit his lip.
“So, I was right again...” he whispered in tire, leaving his colleague wandering.
“What is it?” The brunet asked in worry, though he couldn't understand why he was feeling stressed. Nao didn't say a word; he just pointed a card straight at the other's eyes. A skeleton holding a scythe, ripping a human's soul. Death.
“Oh come on!” Takashi laughed nervously. “You can't believe those things for real, right? Plus, this could also be a good card, the end of something and the beginning of-”
“Something else, I know Takashi, way better than you...” The boy massaged his temple in long and slow circles, trying to think logically, like he usually did. “This time it's different... I... I had dreams Takashi, bad dreams about you... My teeth were falling, a statue of you, a scythe, a tiger ripping your heart... Those were no usual dreams, those were omens...” He leaned more over the table, to get closer to the other young man. “You'll die, Takashi...”
The boy felt sweat wetting his brows and the back of his ears, running under his clothes in rivers on his both. Could that possibly be... No way!
“I-I think you are over-reacting Nao...” He tried to look as enlightened as he could. “Those are just dreams and-”
“No, they are not.” Nao crossed his fingers on the table, taking a serious face that even the usually sweet features on it couldn't make it look softer.
“I need to go...” the brunet mumbled after a long silence, so long that he couldn't tolerate it anymore. Being in the same room with that guy was driving him crazy for any longer. Takashi stood up, trying to not show rush on his moves and approached the exit door, his freedom from that strange man.
“Wait!” Nao's voice froze him once again. He turned to face a mysterious sight, like the boy was staring right through him. “Is there a chance that you are already aware of it? Your death?”
And he was.
“Goodnight Nao...” was all he could manage to say before he slid out of the door, with a voice drowned from the lies he continued to say. Nao nodded as the door closed shut, the room getting engulfed in shadows again.
“Goodbye Takashi...” he mumbled quietly and shook his head. That man was king and nice, minding only his own business. Nao liked him. It was a pity for a life to be lost like that. But it was just natural, wasn't it? Such a pity...
***
His dream was to fly from when he was a small child, with bruised knees and dirty clothes from playing around. Since he was too young to know what was possible to happen and what not, he was dreaming to become a tiny butterfly with colorful, elegant wings and fly around the world freely. He wouldn't care for a home because countless flowers would be on his way to spend the night at and he could always fly back home, to his beloved family and share his adventures with them. That was his plan about the future, a plan he soon learned it was a childish dream, but he never forgot the wings he had always wanted, metaphorically and literally. A life without 'no' and 'shouldn't', being able to do whatever he wanted.
He applied to become a pilot two times and he failed both. He entered another college, at a subject he could succeed and make money, but that was not what he needed and loved. And when you don't love something, you are not good at it. He learned that too soon, as semesters were passing and he had no energy to touch his books. His parents were waiting, still hoping for him, only to just remain waiting. Everything was lost in an ugly game with him as the main protagonist. Stress, hidden anger, panic attacks, depression, disappointment. He was tired of all this, of hurting the people around him, shutting them out of his life. He was tired of his own self, so he had decided one long night, after a lot of alcohol and pointless thinking. He would fly. For just one time in his life he would do it, even if it was going to be his first and last one.
And he was going to fly that night...
As he had correctly guessed, the night was breezy. It was a good idea to take his coat after all. The trip for his destination was a bit long, about forty minutes, but the view he had in front of him deserved the driving in the middle of the night. The cliff next to the sea was so beautiful, the moon panting it in shades of green, black and brown, under the hypnotizing sound of the waves hitting the coast mercilessly, chiseling the rocks so they were sharp as knives. If someone had the bad luck to fall from there, a really bad fortune would await him.
He stepped closer to the edge of the cliff, letting the air to mess up his silky hair and ruffle wildly his clothes. He liked that feeling. He let his eyes travel deep down, where the darkness was not allowing him to see, imagining only the height and the force the waves were crashing themselves with on the rocks. Fear dominated him as he stepped back hesitantly. Closing his eyes, he drove away any sad thoughts about his frail body being broken, leaving only the freedom he would feel and his desire to fly inside him. He stepped front again, right at the edge this time. His well-shaped lips started moving silently, singing a forgotten prayer about forgiveness. His hands clenched to fists, gathering the strength needed for the next step. His arms were raised in the air, his fragile, wide wings that would gather him to eternal freedom. And he would do it, leaving his thin figure lean front, fly in the air like a feather for some seconds and then become one with the sea, forever. But something disturbed him. No fears, no hesitations. A man. A tall, dark-haired man sitting on a rock close to him, staring intently. When did he come and how he didn't notice, Takashi didn't care. He only wanted the man to leave him alone, to let him finish what he started. But that stranger didn't move even an inch. He was still like a statue, only his hair flowing in the wind, as it was dancing through them. And those icy, hazel eyes, never flinching, nor moving their pupils at all, placed on the brunet and never looking away. Takashi felt shiver running down his body, from his spine to his knees, freezing the blood in his veins. He was afraid. He didn't know the reason, but that man's presence was so bold that he couldn't even look straight at him for too long. Afraid or not though, the young man was also angry.
“Will you stay here forever?” he snapped at the dark-haired man, losing his patience, though a voice inside him was screaming not to do that.
“Until you get over with the cliff...” Words simple, spoken blankly, like it was nothing. Like all this was just a show. And that voice, low like a whisper, yet, it's sound ripping Takashi's eardrums, like thousand screams were mourning around the boy. His instinct was calling out danger; Takashi shouldn't stay alone with that man.
“Go away...” he mumbled as steadily as he could. Living alone taught him that showing fear would only make things worse. His numb feet brought him away from the cliff but still he stayed as far away as he could from the other man. “There's nothing for you to see...”
The mysterious stranger just shook his head, never losing his calmness.
“I am waiting for someone...” His words were scattered in the wind, like ghosts haunting Takashi's mind.
“Then happy waiting! I am leaving!”
Without losing any more time, the boy walked fast past the man, his car keys tingling in his hands furiously. That asshole ruined everything! And what the hell was he doing there? Some people were really sick... He put a halt at his thoughts, as his top priority was to leave from there fast. When he was locked in his car's safety, only then a sigh in relief escaped his lips, taking some of the tension out of his body. He lost the chance he had but he could always come again the next day, when freaks wouldn't be around...
The car left, lifting a cloud of dust to dance around the darkness. The dark-haired stranger remained there, sitting on the rock, his cold hazel eyes locked in the direction that boy had left to. The sound of the car was also gone; it was only him and a deadly silence embracing him.
“I guess he won't come today...” he whispered and hid his pale face between his hands.
Under that calm surface, a giant river of feelings was swirling madly inside him, challenging his limits. Limits he had trained for many years to be strong and flexible. And behold the result, him struggling to remain calm. Stress, worry and anger torturing his conscience.
A mistake was made that night. And he was not the man to make mistakes.
t.b.c.
A/N: This story came to life in the middle of July, when I was pressured from every side I could imagine and I didn't know what I wanted in my life, or with it. It is a little personal, while in the same time, it is not... The feelings trapped inside, frustration, stress or melancholy, are mine from that time... This story is special to me, and I wanted to share it with you eventually, and now it the time. It is my favorite work, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much I liked writing it. The 5 chapters are already written and I know the continue, well most if it at least xD So there will be neat update, or at least i'll try to... Comments are always appreciated~ <3
Chapters: 1/8
Author: fallen_am_i
Genre: Angst, Romance, AU, Supernatural
Warnings:Boylove, mentions of suicide, probability of character death
Rating: PG-13 to PG-15
Pairing: Tora x Saga, some ShouxHiroto
Synopsis: His dream was to fly, to travel freely everywhere he wanted... And that night he was going to do it. If...
Disclaimer: I own the story only...
Coments: A big thank you to themikachu for beta reading :3
Chapter 1:
“How have you been lately?” a warm, female voice asked with care.
“Just fine...” he answered hoarsely, rubbing his red eyes from the lack of sleep. Lie.
“What about your studies? Are you doing well?”
“I try to do my best...” He shot a guilty glance at his books. Exam period and there had been at least five days since he opened a book. And again, he was not sure if the book he read was a studying one. Lie.
“Hmmm...” the woman hummed in thought. “Oh! Your sister told me to say hello! She studies hard to become clever like you! She misses you; you should come back soon!”
A chuckle. A fake, small chuckle, sounding mostly like he was choking in his own saliva.
“I'll come as soon as possible...” his voice broke and a silent sob filled his throat. It was filled till the end of his mouth and no more words could come out of it. A lie again.
“I hope I’ll see you soon then!” she laughed happily, sending him deeper in to sorrow. “I'll have to hang up now! Your father will return soon and I have to-”
“Mom...” his tone was clear and bold for the first time since he called her. A few seconds pause, gathering the voice and words needed. “I love you, all of you. And I miss you...” His eyes glistened slightly from unshed tears. Truth.
A small sigh was heard from the other side of the line. “That was surprising! I never expected you to be that direct!” she chuckled amused. “We love you too, Takashi, we always do. And we are waiting for you on vacation!” Her voice warm, full of bright colors, it's warmth burning his insides and turning him in to dust. “Take care, okay?”
He gulped; his breath was shaking like he was out in the cold. “I will... Bye...” Trembling fingers ended the call and let the object fall on the mattress carelessly. Another lie. The biggest one.
No matter how intensely he was staring at his room, it was not going to change. The ceiling remained white, causing his eyes to see multicolored dots after too much staring. The walls were standing still, cold and scary, like the sides of a cage. They couldn't even fall on him, crash him with their weight, help him to avoid the decision he had to make, although he already knew what to do. After a small countdown, along with encouraging breaths, he stood up. He took again the white envelope on top of his desk, opening it and reading the letter inwardly, like countless times before. A humming in satisfaction left his lips as he checked the time, already after midnight. He should go. He grabbed his coat harshly from the couch and walked to the door. No, he didn't need anything else. No cellphone to disturb him, nor wallet and money. Just his coat, and that because it was still breezy outside, spring or not. And his car keys.
He walked slowly out of the door and double-locked it. His dorm's hall was rather quiet that night. No crazy colleagues running around chasing a friend, no playful screams, no loud laughs echoing at the empty and thin space. Well, it was natural, Saturday nights were not for people to stay home, right? He gave a bitter smile on the, dirty from graffiti, walls, making that hall look even tinier. It was too silent, and that silence was not the calm, harmonic one. It was at least melancholic. But it was better like that, at that certain night, quiet and empty. He preferred it...
“So are you leaving too? Everyone is leaving today!”
A voice interrupted his escape, a voice low and blank, like that person had never felt stress in his life. Takashi stopped on his tracks, hesitating. He was not the most social person in the world but he would always wave or say hello at his own neighbors. But with that certain young man he was always stressed. Maybe it was his dark brown eyes, almost expressionless, looking back at you like he knew everything about you, small details, grand events, your darkest secrets. Maybe it was his aura, so mysterious and weird, like he was not a human being you were talking with. Or this voice, echoing like he had no souls inside him, so plain and blankly... Maybe all of those. All the people he knew were afraid of him, never getting closer to him than they should and so was he. But that night was different. He felt like he should talk to him this once.
“It's Saturday, Nao-san!” Takashi smiled, though he knew that the other man could guess pretty easily that it was a fake one. Any normal person would, not just Nao. “Aren't you going anywhere? It is such a beautiful night!”
“Nah, a 'weirdo' like me doesn’t fit in normal places, right?” He laughed honestly with humor, though that made Takashi feel uncomfortable. Usually people were mean with Nao, behind his back that is, and 'weirdo' was his permanent nickname. Not that he seemed to care anyway! “Plus you shouldn't walk around today too...” he mumbled behind a cough, hiding his words and their meaning.
“What did you say Nao-san?” Takashi asked kindly, moving closer to the other man unconsciously. The other displayed an enigmatic smile that looked bitter, both happy and sad, or better, Takashi just couldn't understand.
“Can I steal some of your precious time, Takashi? Not much, just some minutes...”
The shorter man moved to the side, making space for Takashi to step in his room. The brunet was hesitant; in fact he had started to feel awkward with his colleague. He started to back down, searching for a good excuse in his mind.
“Sorry Nao-san, but I need to go. My friends-”
“It's important Takashi. And cut that stupid 'san' crap, it is not needed anymore. Just for some moments, please.”
His voice didn't let any space for protests, so Takashi ended up entering the room, having a strange worry throbbing in his chest. Nao's lips curled slightly upwards in understanding and closed the door shut behind him.
The room that was hosting Nao for about three years didn't look like the room a medic student should have. The walls were painted dark purple, too dark for a small dorm's room. And as if the dark purple was not enough, large black clothes were hanging from the walls, carrying white strange symbols that the brunet had never seen before. Books about afterlife and philosophy were decorating his shelves, along with small and strange objects, like knives and chalices. This room was moist and creepy, Takashi thought as he shivered at the back of his neck. The only thing reminding of what Nao was doing in that town was a book of anatomy, dusty and big.
“I thought you were studying anatomy in the last semester...” Takashi noticed loudly. He needed to tell something to break that disturbing silence anyway.
“Yeah I did...” Nao nodded. “But they cut me. I guess I am more interested in what lives inside those corpses...” A crystal like laugh that froze the brunet in his place. “Please sit there...” He showed Takashi a small round table with a black velvet cover. The whole place seemed more and more creepy as the time passed. Not long after he sat on a wooden chair, the black-haired boy followed him, holding a deck of cards, artistically painted. He let the other boy touch the cards and he started placing them down in a pattern. He was so concentrated that he couldn't notice Takashi's expression of boredom and disbelief. Was that the 'important' reason Nao called him there? To read some cards?
His thoughts came to a halt as the man across to him cursed slightly and bit his lip.
“So, I was right again...” he whispered in tire, leaving his colleague wandering.
“What is it?” The brunet asked in worry, though he couldn't understand why he was feeling stressed. Nao didn't say a word; he just pointed a card straight at the other's eyes. A skeleton holding a scythe, ripping a human's soul. Death.
“Oh come on!” Takashi laughed nervously. “You can't believe those things for real, right? Plus, this could also be a good card, the end of something and the beginning of-”
“Something else, I know Takashi, way better than you...” The boy massaged his temple in long and slow circles, trying to think logically, like he usually did. “This time it's different... I... I had dreams Takashi, bad dreams about you... My teeth were falling, a statue of you, a scythe, a tiger ripping your heart... Those were no usual dreams, those were omens...” He leaned more over the table, to get closer to the other young man. “You'll die, Takashi...”
The boy felt sweat wetting his brows and the back of his ears, running under his clothes in rivers on his both. Could that possibly be... No way!
“I-I think you are over-reacting Nao...” He tried to look as enlightened as he could. “Those are just dreams and-”
“No, they are not.” Nao crossed his fingers on the table, taking a serious face that even the usually sweet features on it couldn't make it look softer.
“I need to go...” the brunet mumbled after a long silence, so long that he couldn't tolerate it anymore. Being in the same room with that guy was driving him crazy for any longer. Takashi stood up, trying to not show rush on his moves and approached the exit door, his freedom from that strange man.
“Wait!” Nao's voice froze him once again. He turned to face a mysterious sight, like the boy was staring right through him. “Is there a chance that you are already aware of it? Your death?”
And he was.
“Goodnight Nao...” was all he could manage to say before he slid out of the door, with a voice drowned from the lies he continued to say. Nao nodded as the door closed shut, the room getting engulfed in shadows again.
“Goodbye Takashi...” he mumbled quietly and shook his head. That man was king and nice, minding only his own business. Nao liked him. It was a pity for a life to be lost like that. But it was just natural, wasn't it? Such a pity...
***
His dream was to fly from when he was a small child, with bruised knees and dirty clothes from playing around. Since he was too young to know what was possible to happen and what not, he was dreaming to become a tiny butterfly with colorful, elegant wings and fly around the world freely. He wouldn't care for a home because countless flowers would be on his way to spend the night at and he could always fly back home, to his beloved family and share his adventures with them. That was his plan about the future, a plan he soon learned it was a childish dream, but he never forgot the wings he had always wanted, metaphorically and literally. A life without 'no' and 'shouldn't', being able to do whatever he wanted.
He applied to become a pilot two times and he failed both. He entered another college, at a subject he could succeed and make money, but that was not what he needed and loved. And when you don't love something, you are not good at it. He learned that too soon, as semesters were passing and he had no energy to touch his books. His parents were waiting, still hoping for him, only to just remain waiting. Everything was lost in an ugly game with him as the main protagonist. Stress, hidden anger, panic attacks, depression, disappointment. He was tired of all this, of hurting the people around him, shutting them out of his life. He was tired of his own self, so he had decided one long night, after a lot of alcohol and pointless thinking. He would fly. For just one time in his life he would do it, even if it was going to be his first and last one.
And he was going to fly that night...
As he had correctly guessed, the night was breezy. It was a good idea to take his coat after all. The trip for his destination was a bit long, about forty minutes, but the view he had in front of him deserved the driving in the middle of the night. The cliff next to the sea was so beautiful, the moon panting it in shades of green, black and brown, under the hypnotizing sound of the waves hitting the coast mercilessly, chiseling the rocks so they were sharp as knives. If someone had the bad luck to fall from there, a really bad fortune would await him.
He stepped closer to the edge of the cliff, letting the air to mess up his silky hair and ruffle wildly his clothes. He liked that feeling. He let his eyes travel deep down, where the darkness was not allowing him to see, imagining only the height and the force the waves were crashing themselves with on the rocks. Fear dominated him as he stepped back hesitantly. Closing his eyes, he drove away any sad thoughts about his frail body being broken, leaving only the freedom he would feel and his desire to fly inside him. He stepped front again, right at the edge this time. His well-shaped lips started moving silently, singing a forgotten prayer about forgiveness. His hands clenched to fists, gathering the strength needed for the next step. His arms were raised in the air, his fragile, wide wings that would gather him to eternal freedom. And he would do it, leaving his thin figure lean front, fly in the air like a feather for some seconds and then become one with the sea, forever. But something disturbed him. No fears, no hesitations. A man. A tall, dark-haired man sitting on a rock close to him, staring intently. When did he come and how he didn't notice, Takashi didn't care. He only wanted the man to leave him alone, to let him finish what he started. But that stranger didn't move even an inch. He was still like a statue, only his hair flowing in the wind, as it was dancing through them. And those icy, hazel eyes, never flinching, nor moving their pupils at all, placed on the brunet and never looking away. Takashi felt shiver running down his body, from his spine to his knees, freezing the blood in his veins. He was afraid. He didn't know the reason, but that man's presence was so bold that he couldn't even look straight at him for too long. Afraid or not though, the young man was also angry.
“Will you stay here forever?” he snapped at the dark-haired man, losing his patience, though a voice inside him was screaming not to do that.
“Until you get over with the cliff...” Words simple, spoken blankly, like it was nothing. Like all this was just a show. And that voice, low like a whisper, yet, it's sound ripping Takashi's eardrums, like thousand screams were mourning around the boy. His instinct was calling out danger; Takashi shouldn't stay alone with that man.
“Go away...” he mumbled as steadily as he could. Living alone taught him that showing fear would only make things worse. His numb feet brought him away from the cliff but still he stayed as far away as he could from the other man. “There's nothing for you to see...”
The mysterious stranger just shook his head, never losing his calmness.
“I am waiting for someone...” His words were scattered in the wind, like ghosts haunting Takashi's mind.
“Then happy waiting! I am leaving!”
Without losing any more time, the boy walked fast past the man, his car keys tingling in his hands furiously. That asshole ruined everything! And what the hell was he doing there? Some people were really sick... He put a halt at his thoughts, as his top priority was to leave from there fast. When he was locked in his car's safety, only then a sigh in relief escaped his lips, taking some of the tension out of his body. He lost the chance he had but he could always come again the next day, when freaks wouldn't be around...
The car left, lifting a cloud of dust to dance around the darkness. The dark-haired stranger remained there, sitting on the rock, his cold hazel eyes locked in the direction that boy had left to. The sound of the car was also gone; it was only him and a deadly silence embracing him.
“I guess he won't come today...” he whispered and hid his pale face between his hands.
Under that calm surface, a giant river of feelings was swirling madly inside him, challenging his limits. Limits he had trained for many years to be strong and flexible. And behold the result, him struggling to remain calm. Stress, worry and anger torturing his conscience.
A mistake was made that night. And he was not the man to make mistakes.
t.b.c.
A/N: This story came to life in the middle of July, when I was pressured from every side I could imagine and I didn't know what I wanted in my life, or with it. It is a little personal, while in the same time, it is not... The feelings trapped inside, frustration, stress or melancholy, are mine from that time... This story is special to me, and I wanted to share it with you eventually, and now it the time. It is my favorite work, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much I liked writing it. The 5 chapters are already written and I know the continue, well most if it at least xD So there will be neat update, or at least i'll try to... Comments are always appreciated~ <3