[Fanfic] The sparrow (Chap 02)
Title: The sparrow
Author:
windy_0809
Pairing: TakaYama
Genre: Drama, Slight Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R ( for this chapter )
Summary: Just loving ... is not enough .
Chapter 02
The car was definitively driven away with a screech made Yamada quite frustrating, but that emotionless face of the young man inside the car was still like that, no expression. At first, he thought that Takaki was also like him, that all emotions on his face couldn't show off. That himself also being covered by something insensitive. But no.
Takaki isn't like him. Yes, he's insensitive. But that man isn't. He's calm and quiescent.
Nothing was expressed on that man's face. But the facial looked extremely comfortable, not harden like his face.
Watching from afar, wasn't enough for him to get to know anything about that Takaki. Only know that, there was a word suddenly appearing in his head right at the moment he saw him. Only a single word.
Dangerous.
He returned home and dropped himself back to the pile of images, documents arranging in the small motel . Suddenly, he remembered back to many old days, the days when his mother's still alive, these were extremely happy and great time of his.
He sat up, and gathered pile of documents, images, everything that need for his placement and put it inside envelope. Those all would be sent to Takaki , so that he would not have to take time to explain anything to him anymore.
_________Flashback__________
The sound of someone shouting and then gunfire, then shouting and gunfire continued as a certain someone started to speak. Looming from out of nowhere was a fleeing figure. Crying. Screaming.
Mommy! W-Wake up! Please wake up !
Curling inside the warmth of his mother's arms, he screamed. The hands of a 11-years-old boy tugged on the hem his mother's bloody shirt, and still these hands, constantly wiping aways those tears running on his innocent face.
His eyes confused looking around.
Anybody ? Anybody here?
No one answered. He urged his mother. Still didn't wake up. He cried. Still nobody bothered to hear.
His Mom passed away.
He heard the murmur of many voices, muffled, vague. The police were talking about the accident which happened just now. This car was owned by president of something called corporation. But which corporation? In unconscious, he didn't realize that himself was slowly inching closer to these policeman. And the name of that corporation tucked deep inside his head , just right at the moment before he fainted.
11 years old. Mother died. Going to the orphanage. Didn't even remembered anything else except that his mother's already decease. When he was still alive here.
Lonely.
Yet there is a cerise heart. Still living, and calmly beat with durable rhythm that nobody bothers to hear.
A certain corporation from somewhere would award scholarships for all the students could reach number one in the college. The name of that corporation hit clearly into his ears. Broken down.
The award date, he scanned his eyes everywhere. Not seeing anyone they called president. They said that, just three years staying in consecutive winners, will be covenanted to work in that corporation.
The 3rd year, all the merits of his study only used as a ledger to prove that he has excelled through all these years. 4th year, he's 18, free from the orphanage and picked up his steps, aiming to the luxuriant city.
He searched.
Already found.
And definitely will take revenge.
___________End flashback____________
He was covenanted to work in that corporation. Hard-working. Didn't get any jealousy or grudge from other people, being approved. Everything was convenient.
The congeries of document were sent to Takaki and asked for an appointment date. He didn't come, just returned to Yamada another document, proving that he wasn't driving that car, the car that day was already stolen. That day, Takaki said that he wasn't even accepted to be the deputy director.
Lie!
An array of purple. Dazzle. And lost.
Meeting and delimitation. A small café, luxury and pleasant .
- So what ? - Takaki calmly looked at him, voice was deep and frostbite - I had spent a lot of my time to explain to you, even sending multiple documents, yet you still want to bother me?
- You're just trying to hide your crime, right? - Yamada looked at him with his sharp eyes - I will soon kill you, by any chance!
- Kid! - Takaki exhaled, deepening his voice, the voice that already enough murky and intense - This world is not the place that you can freely talk that you want to kill then you'll be able to kill , or you want to go then you'll be able to go. A kid with knowledge of nothing about life like you, trying to come here to disorder, you think what will you get ? You thought your appellation of scholarships were something that appreciable? Be intelligent like that, but if something unexpectedly happens, will you have ability to resolve?
- That's nothing to do with you . I'm already 18. - Yamada swaggered his face up - I'm not afraid of anything! - Every single detail of his words was emphasized.
- OK. So just regard that I killed your mother. How will you take revenge ? Kill me? - Takaki smirked - You will go to the jail after. That's called exchange life, not-even- revenge.
His face was still calm as if everything was just normal progression. His emotion didn't change anything at all, as if nothing here was worth to even mention.
- I'll make your corporation go down! - Yamada clenched his teeth.
- Do whatever you want. - Takaki stood up and walked away, seem depressed.
Yamada immediately stood up and threw a punch towards him.
*THROB! *
A rough hand of certain someone grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Takaki has bodyguards. He forgot about that.
He will take revenge. His plan must be enforced.
*
Until he realized that, there was a big mistake in the tangle of documents he was keeping. Mismatched. Absolutely didn't match with Takaki.
Takaki was unoffending.
Surprised. Eight years he was intended his plan to avenge. Eight years he consumed all his mind into homework, studies and research. Yet through all these years, he just discovered this big hole in his evidence till now.
Takaki was unoffending.
But what did he just do? He just ended a phone conversation with a customer. Rival corporation. He sold all the confidential information he had from Takaki's company for them. Sold everything. And just one week later, this corporation will have to reel in their new product introduction phase.
Takaki knew. That man said he noticed every single step of his actions. Takaki knew. That man also knew that he would realize he never killed anybody. Why did Takaki know ? He couldn't figure out. Only know that he now owed that man a tremendous asset, the next revenue of their corporation.
18 years old, never once exposing to life. After all, he's just still a kid.
Meeting again and delimitation. Takaki demanded Yamada to compensation for him everything, he had evidence that Yamada was the one who sold out their confidential information. Otherwise, Takaki will sue him.
His mother expected him to have a good life , not end up in the prison like this.
But above all, he was already wrong for blame everything to Takaki. Who told that man to show off the face as if he really did everything, as if he indeed for real killed his mother? Who told that man to speak in his deep, gravelly voice as if wanting to scared the hell out of him? Who told …? Who told …? It's all Takaki's fault, not his!
- What do you want? - Yamada asked shyly.
- Compensation! - Takaki repeated what he said from the start.
- I ... I do not have money ... - Yamada stuttered, frowning in fears. The thoughts of his wrong blame to Takaki uprising inside his head.
"BANG!"
Startled. A gunfire suddenly rang out. A bunch of people in black suit ran up to protect Takaki. Bulk of loaded guns also quickly prepared from the outside.
- Run ! - Takaki growled, yanking Yamada's hand as he hastily pulled the boy to stand up.
- "BANG!"- Another gunshot rang out again, Takaki's arm drenched with blood.
- "BANG!"- Yamada's leg collapsed. Hurt. This was the first time he got shot.
- GET UP ! RUN ! - Takaki shouted.
- How can I run with this! - Yamada yelled out, his leg hurt like death - Just get shot on your leg and you will see! I'm not relate with you, they will not do anything to me!
- Idiot ! You think they even stand here to hear your explanation ? - His face was no longer looking calm like his normal self anymore, it turned darker, no one knew if that's because of worries or anger.
And no more adding to his words, Takaki lifted him up . It was incredible, as if he weighted nothing to that man so that he could easily command him like that.
Takaki violently dropped him up on his shoulder and ran off to the road.
Yamada didn't waggle, didn't resist, lying on Takaki's shoulder, he felt it was so wide, and so strong. Lying on his shoulder, he saw a bunch of people chasing them from behind, a tangle of bullets flying in inexpressible speech . Chaotic. Crazy.
He was scared. Suddenly he felt so scared.
18 years old, he was still a kid, didn't know that this world was full of danger. Didn't know that such a large corporation like that, was all sticking to the world of gangsters.
- Taxi! - Takaki's voice echoed all of sudden, cutting off his thoughts.
He now even felt afraid of Takaki. Afraid of his deep, stony voice, afraid of that impassively gaze . Afraid of the smile with full of adulteration , whenever that man threw his obscure smirk towards him.
Inside the car, Yamada automatically stuck his body to the edge of the door, trembling.
The car stopped at a villa. Some people ran out to greet them.
- Let me help you in ! - A people told Yamada.
- Get out ! - Takaki commanded - Leave him to me!
- No ! - That man might kill him? Yamada suddenly felt so scared . After all, he realized he's not a tough and strong guy like he always thought.
He cowered up like a ball inside the car, pressing his body tight to the bloody chair. Takaki got angry and rudely snatched him out of there, one again, dropping him up on his shoulder and walked away.
Takaki threw Yamada onto the bed of his bedroom, giving him a medical box and he himself also took his wound bandage. Seeing that Yamada didn't dare to pervade the antiseptic cotton to his thigh's wound, he irritated:
- What are you scared of ? - And then snatched the medicine vial, spraying it onto the boy's legs.
Hurt. Yamada gripped on Takaki's shoulder, trembling. His eyes were almost in tears already.
- It's done ! - Takaki said as he finished bandaging for him - Hurt?
Yamada didn't answer, just hissing because of the wound.
"Crash!"
Takaki threw the box into the wall, hard. The boy started. He then squeezed on his shoulder:
- When I ask, you must answer! Understand ?
Yamada was shaking terribly, he didn't know that Takaki was not only dangerous, but at the same time scary too.
- H - Hai …! - He mumbled.
- Does it hurt? - Takaki asked again, hand still squeezed tight on his shouder.
- Y…yes!
Takaki nodded and then let him out:
- Now see it ? This world is not as simple as what you thought, kid ! Just think and find your way to pay everything for me! Well, I think probably you'll never have enough money, but with this look, a lot of people will need you. Then, I'll sell you for them.
Yamada startled. He trembled, backing towards the corner of the bed. Takaki laughed contentedly. He asked two people to watch Yamada and left the room.
That man would sell him. Yamada's body couldn’t stop shaking because of the fear. Escape. He must escape. He was very good at climbing, Takaki's room was just on the second floor. Leaning out of the window, the boy hastily jumped down and fled.
- *Throb!* - A tough hand of someone suddenly landed on his shoulder.
- Where are you going? - Takaki's voice rang out in nebulous atmosphere of the late afternoon, gloomy, dark and husky.
He tightened his hand around the boy's, pulling him in and stood in front of two guards, asking them in a sharp voice :
- I said you two to watch him, didn't I ?
These two guys cringed, kneeling down and begged him for forgiveness, as if they were in feudalism.
- "BANG!" - Takaki suddenly pulled out a gun and shot one of them on the leg. Immovable.
- AAAAAAAAAAAAA! - Yamada screamed out loudly with his widened eyes - WHY DID YOU DO THAT? WHY DID YOU DO THAT ?
- Useless. What shoud I keep him for ? - He calmly pointed the gun to the second person, who were now trembling like death already.
- DON'T !!!- Yamada cried out - PLEASE DON’T !!! I'll not escape from here anymore! I don't dare to run away anymore! I'll do everything you want from me, I don’t dare to run away anymore!!! - He cried with all his mind till his voice was hoarse, his hands snatched on Takaki's sleeves, , clutching the man tightly to prevent him from shooting.
Takaki was silent, he threw the gun to the ground and commanded:
- Ok. So you were fired. Get out!
The guard hasily ran out of the house.
- "BANG!"
Suddenly the sound of gunfire rang out from somewhere.
- You … you killed him? - Yamada asked shakily.
- The bodyguards shot him, not me! - He said casually as if nothing happened and pushed the boy into the room.
- Wh - why did you do that ? - Yamada cried, his body shaking terribly in fear.
- Stop crying ! - Takaki frowned and commanded.
Yamada plopped down on the ground , leaning against the wall and hugged the pillow tight, continued crying and trembling. It's not that he was afraid of Takaki, nor crying because someone has died. He just couldn't expect that, towards this world, he's indeed still a kid and knowledge nothing about life. A tragic life.
Takaki knelt down beside Yamada and pulled him forwards, hugging the boy tight in his arms. Yamada's body still hadn't stopped shaking.
- It's not that I'm afraid of you! - Yamada said, sobbing.
- I know! - He answered shortly by that grim reaper accent, still kept hugging the boy.
Yamada didn't know what he was doing anymore, he found himself embracing Takaki back, his hands tugged on the back of the man's shirt, and then slumped his face down to his chest, continued crying.
- Ok .. It’s ok ... ! - Takaki gently comforted him with his special accent. Small and low-pitched, it made people feel scared and no one wanted to come near him, but Yamada didn't understand why, his eyes just slowly drifting off to sleep . With this voice. In relief. And peacefully.
Author:
windy_0809
Pairing: TakaYama
Genre: Drama, Slight Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R ( for this chapter )
Summary: Just loving ... is not enough .
Chapter 02
The car was definitively driven away with a screech made Yamada quite frustrating, but that emotionless face of the young man inside the car was still like that, no expression. At first, he thought that Takaki was also like him, that all emotions on his face couldn't show off. That himself also being covered by something insensitive. But no.
Takaki isn't like him. Yes, he's insensitive. But that man isn't. He's calm and quiescent.
Nothing was expressed on that man's face. But the facial looked extremely comfortable, not harden like his face.
Watching from afar, wasn't enough for him to get to know anything about that Takaki. Only know that, there was a word suddenly appearing in his head right at the moment he saw him. Only a single word.
Dangerous.
He returned home and dropped himself back to the pile of images, documents arranging in the small motel . Suddenly, he remembered back to many old days, the days when his mother's still alive, these were extremely happy and great time of his.
He sat up, and gathered pile of documents, images, everything that need for his placement and put it inside envelope. Those all would be sent to Takaki , so that he would not have to take time to explain anything to him anymore.
_________Flashback__________
The sound of someone shouting and then gunfire, then shouting and gunfire continued as a certain someone started to speak. Looming from out of nowhere was a fleeing figure. Crying. Screaming.
Mommy! W-Wake up! Please wake up !
Curling inside the warmth of his mother's arms, he screamed. The hands of a 11-years-old boy tugged on the hem his mother's bloody shirt, and still these hands, constantly wiping aways those tears running on his innocent face.
His eyes confused looking around.
Anybody ? Anybody here?
No one answered. He urged his mother. Still didn't wake up. He cried. Still nobody bothered to hear.
His Mom passed away.
He heard the murmur of many voices, muffled, vague. The police were talking about the accident which happened just now. This car was owned by president of something called corporation. But which corporation? In unconscious, he didn't realize that himself was slowly inching closer to these policeman. And the name of that corporation tucked deep inside his head , just right at the moment before he fainted.
11 years old. Mother died. Going to the orphanage. Didn't even remembered anything else except that his mother's already decease. When he was still alive here.
Lonely.
Yet there is a cerise heart. Still living, and calmly beat with durable rhythm that nobody bothers to hear.
A certain corporation from somewhere would award scholarships for all the students could reach number one in the college. The name of that corporation hit clearly into his ears. Broken down.
The award date, he scanned his eyes everywhere. Not seeing anyone they called president. They said that, just three years staying in consecutive winners, will be covenanted to work in that corporation.
The 3rd year, all the merits of his study only used as a ledger to prove that he has excelled through all these years. 4th year, he's 18, free from the orphanage and picked up his steps, aiming to the luxuriant city.
He searched.
Already found.
And definitely will take revenge.
___________End flashback____________
He was covenanted to work in that corporation. Hard-working. Didn't get any jealousy or grudge from other people, being approved. Everything was convenient.
The congeries of document were sent to Takaki and asked for an appointment date. He didn't come, just returned to Yamada another document, proving that he wasn't driving that car, the car that day was already stolen. That day, Takaki said that he wasn't even accepted to be the deputy director.
Lie!
An array of purple. Dazzle. And lost.
Meeting and delimitation. A small café, luxury and pleasant .
- So what ? - Takaki calmly looked at him, voice was deep and frostbite - I had spent a lot of my time to explain to you, even sending multiple documents, yet you still want to bother me?
- You're just trying to hide your crime, right? - Yamada looked at him with his sharp eyes - I will soon kill you, by any chance!
- Kid! - Takaki exhaled, deepening his voice, the voice that already enough murky and intense - This world is not the place that you can freely talk that you want to kill then you'll be able to kill , or you want to go then you'll be able to go. A kid with knowledge of nothing about life like you, trying to come here to disorder, you think what will you get ? You thought your appellation of scholarships were something that appreciable? Be intelligent like that, but if something unexpectedly happens, will you have ability to resolve?
- That's nothing to do with you . I'm already 18. - Yamada swaggered his face up - I'm not afraid of anything! - Every single detail of his words was emphasized.
- OK. So just regard that I killed your mother. How will you take revenge ? Kill me? - Takaki smirked - You will go to the jail after. That's called exchange life, not-even- revenge.
His face was still calm as if everything was just normal progression. His emotion didn't change anything at all, as if nothing here was worth to even mention.
- I'll make your corporation go down! - Yamada clenched his teeth.
- Do whatever you want. - Takaki stood up and walked away, seem depressed.
Yamada immediately stood up and threw a punch towards him.
*THROB! *
A rough hand of certain someone grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Takaki has bodyguards. He forgot about that.
He will take revenge. His plan must be enforced.
*
Until he realized that, there was a big mistake in the tangle of documents he was keeping. Mismatched. Absolutely didn't match with Takaki.
Takaki was unoffending.
Surprised. Eight years he was intended his plan to avenge. Eight years he consumed all his mind into homework, studies and research. Yet through all these years, he just discovered this big hole in his evidence till now.
Takaki was unoffending.
But what did he just do? He just ended a phone conversation with a customer. Rival corporation. He sold all the confidential information he had from Takaki's company for them. Sold everything. And just one week later, this corporation will have to reel in their new product introduction phase.
Takaki knew. That man said he noticed every single step of his actions. Takaki knew. That man also knew that he would realize he never killed anybody. Why did Takaki know ? He couldn't figure out. Only know that he now owed that man a tremendous asset, the next revenue of their corporation.
18 years old, never once exposing to life. After all, he's just still a kid.
Meeting again and delimitation. Takaki demanded Yamada to compensation for him everything, he had evidence that Yamada was the one who sold out their confidential information. Otherwise, Takaki will sue him.
His mother expected him to have a good life , not end up in the prison like this.
But above all, he was already wrong for blame everything to Takaki. Who told that man to show off the face as if he really did everything, as if he indeed for real killed his mother? Who told that man to speak in his deep, gravelly voice as if wanting to scared the hell out of him? Who told …? Who told …? It's all Takaki's fault, not his!
- What do you want? - Yamada asked shyly.
- Compensation! - Takaki repeated what he said from the start.
- I ... I do not have money ... - Yamada stuttered, frowning in fears. The thoughts of his wrong blame to Takaki uprising inside his head.
"BANG!"
Startled. A gunfire suddenly rang out. A bunch of people in black suit ran up to protect Takaki. Bulk of loaded guns also quickly prepared from the outside.
- Run ! - Takaki growled, yanking Yamada's hand as he hastily pulled the boy to stand up.
- "BANG!"- Another gunshot rang out again, Takaki's arm drenched with blood.
- "BANG!"- Yamada's leg collapsed. Hurt. This was the first time he got shot.
- GET UP ! RUN ! - Takaki shouted.
- How can I run with this! - Yamada yelled out, his leg hurt like death - Just get shot on your leg and you will see! I'm not relate with you, they will not do anything to me!
- Idiot ! You think they even stand here to hear your explanation ? - His face was no longer looking calm like his normal self anymore, it turned darker, no one knew if that's because of worries or anger.
And no more adding to his words, Takaki lifted him up . It was incredible, as if he weighted nothing to that man so that he could easily command him like that.
Takaki violently dropped him up on his shoulder and ran off to the road.
Yamada didn't waggle, didn't resist, lying on Takaki's shoulder, he felt it was so wide, and so strong. Lying on his shoulder, he saw a bunch of people chasing them from behind, a tangle of bullets flying in inexpressible speech . Chaotic. Crazy.
He was scared. Suddenly he felt so scared.
18 years old, he was still a kid, didn't know that this world was full of danger. Didn't know that such a large corporation like that, was all sticking to the world of gangsters.
- Taxi! - Takaki's voice echoed all of sudden, cutting off his thoughts.
He now even felt afraid of Takaki. Afraid of his deep, stony voice, afraid of that impassively gaze . Afraid of the smile with full of adulteration , whenever that man threw his obscure smirk towards him.
Inside the car, Yamada automatically stuck his body to the edge of the door, trembling.
The car stopped at a villa. Some people ran out to greet them.
- Let me help you in ! - A people told Yamada.
- Get out ! - Takaki commanded - Leave him to me!
- No ! - That man might kill him? Yamada suddenly felt so scared . After all, he realized he's not a tough and strong guy like he always thought.
He cowered up like a ball inside the car, pressing his body tight to the bloody chair. Takaki got angry and rudely snatched him out of there, one again, dropping him up on his shoulder and walked away.
Takaki threw Yamada onto the bed of his bedroom, giving him a medical box and he himself also took his wound bandage. Seeing that Yamada didn't dare to pervade the antiseptic cotton to his thigh's wound, he irritated:
- What are you scared of ? - And then snatched the medicine vial, spraying it onto the boy's legs.
Hurt. Yamada gripped on Takaki's shoulder, trembling. His eyes were almost in tears already.
- It's done ! - Takaki said as he finished bandaging for him - Hurt?
Yamada didn't answer, just hissing because of the wound.
"Crash!"
Takaki threw the box into the wall, hard. The boy started. He then squeezed on his shoulder:
- When I ask, you must answer! Understand ?
Yamada was shaking terribly, he didn't know that Takaki was not only dangerous, but at the same time scary too.
- H - Hai …! - He mumbled.
- Does it hurt? - Takaki asked again, hand still squeezed tight on his shouder.
- Y…yes!
Takaki nodded and then let him out:
- Now see it ? This world is not as simple as what you thought, kid ! Just think and find your way to pay everything for me! Well, I think probably you'll never have enough money, but with this look, a lot of people will need you. Then, I'll sell you for them.
Yamada startled. He trembled, backing towards the corner of the bed. Takaki laughed contentedly. He asked two people to watch Yamada and left the room.
That man would sell him. Yamada's body couldn’t stop shaking because of the fear. Escape. He must escape. He was very good at climbing, Takaki's room was just on the second floor. Leaning out of the window, the boy hastily jumped down and fled.
- *Throb!* - A tough hand of someone suddenly landed on his shoulder.
- Where are you going? - Takaki's voice rang out in nebulous atmosphere of the late afternoon, gloomy, dark and husky.
He tightened his hand around the boy's, pulling him in and stood in front of two guards, asking them in a sharp voice :
- I said you two to watch him, didn't I ?
These two guys cringed, kneeling down and begged him for forgiveness, as if they were in feudalism.
- "BANG!" - Takaki suddenly pulled out a gun and shot one of them on the leg. Immovable.
- AAAAAAAAAAAAA! - Yamada screamed out loudly with his widened eyes - WHY DID YOU DO THAT? WHY DID YOU DO THAT ?
- Useless. What shoud I keep him for ? - He calmly pointed the gun to the second person, who were now trembling like death already.
- DON'T !!!- Yamada cried out - PLEASE DON’T !!! I'll not escape from here anymore! I don't dare to run away anymore! I'll do everything you want from me, I don’t dare to run away anymore!!! - He cried with all his mind till his voice was hoarse, his hands snatched on Takaki's sleeves, , clutching the man tightly to prevent him from shooting.
Takaki was silent, he threw the gun to the ground and commanded:
- Ok. So you were fired. Get out!
The guard hasily ran out of the house.
- "BANG!"
Suddenly the sound of gunfire rang out from somewhere.
- You … you killed him? - Yamada asked shakily.
- The bodyguards shot him, not me! - He said casually as if nothing happened and pushed the boy into the room.
- Wh - why did you do that ? - Yamada cried, his body shaking terribly in fear.
- Stop crying ! - Takaki frowned and commanded.
Yamada plopped down on the ground , leaning against the wall and hugged the pillow tight, continued crying and trembling. It's not that he was afraid of Takaki, nor crying because someone has died. He just couldn't expect that, towards this world, he's indeed still a kid and knowledge nothing about life. A tragic life.
Takaki knelt down beside Yamada and pulled him forwards, hugging the boy tight in his arms. Yamada's body still hadn't stopped shaking.
- It's not that I'm afraid of you! - Yamada said, sobbing.
- I know! - He answered shortly by that grim reaper accent, still kept hugging the boy.
Yamada didn't know what he was doing anymore, he found himself embracing Takaki back, his hands tugged on the back of the man's shirt, and then slumped his face down to his chest, continued crying.
- Ok .. It’s ok ... ! - Takaki gently comforted him with his special accent. Small and low-pitched, it made people feel scared and no one wanted to come near him, but Yamada didn't understand why, his eyes just slowly drifting off to sleep . With this voice. In relief. And peacefully.