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Please read Disclaimer:
(Please comment when you're finished.
Okay, the characters so far in this story do not belong to me, they belong to themselves.
This is not meant to be romantic (yet) and will contain the following: a plot, an actual story where the characters don't like each other right away, action scenes, VARIOUS PARADOXES, etc.
Given a PG-15 rating for: Gayness, cursing, male x male relationships (later), blood (later). Rating is versatile; will change near the end, though.)
Chapter 4 - Ignorance is Far from Bliss
Aoi was shoved out through the doorway of Kai’s office, when something suddenly collided with his back, knocking him forward, and causing him to fall flat on his face for the third occasion in a very short time. He tried pushing himself back up off of the ground, but realized there was something weighted laying upon his back; what was it, exactly? And that object laying on his back… it was moving.
Struggling to get up, Aoi wriggled around in an attempt to free himself, but to no avail. He finally turned his head to the side, and cringed when he saw Uruha lying on top of him, his head buried in his back.
“Uruha, what the ******** are you doing?!” Aoi breathed, trying to push Uruha’s heavy body off of him. But of course, the other clung to him like a leech, so he his attempt was fruitless. He sighed in frustration.
“I tripped…” Uruha murmured, but Aoi had a feeling he was lying. After a moment, he rolled off of him, and slowly got up from the floor. He patted his pants, and dust particles floated down from his clothing. Aoi was left on the floor for an instant, but he managed to rise from his position on the ground, groaning in pain.
“Damn, you’re heavy.” Aoi spat, massaging his sore ribs and wincing in pain. He could feel his leg beginning to give way beneath him, and his arm darted out to the side in hopes of catching onto a wall. Unfortunately, it didn’t, and he fell forward, his body striking the ground again.
“Well it’s not my fault you’re so prone to falling on your face…” Uruha retorted, glaring at the back of Aoi’s head, his arms crossed over his chest defiantly.
Aoi just grunted in annoyance, rather than pain, and forced himself up into a sitting position, glowering back at Uruha, his arms crossed, as well. The way he sat there on his knees, in the middle of an empty hallway, staring up at Uruha angrily and pouting; his demeanor made him look like a child. Uruha couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.
“Here, let me help you up.” Uruha commanded, extending a hand to him.
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Come on, Aoi, you look like a moron.”
“No.”
Uruha was amused now; he almost burst out laughing at how pathetic Aoi looked. Not only did he look like a child, but he was blushing for absolutely no reason.
“You’ll get sick, you dolt.” Uruha couldn’t help but throw in.
“The floor’s not cold.” Aoi retorted with ease, his gaze not leaving that of Uruha’s.
“I guess I’ll have to drag you out of here, then. That metal’s poisonous if you sit on it long enough.” Uruha snickered; this was obviously not true, but maybe it would get Aoi off of his a**.
“I’m not buying that, you idiot.” He was still staring at him. How long could he stare at Uruha like that, anyway? It’s been a few minutes, hasn’t it? Does Aoi even blink?!
“… Why do you keep staring at me like that? What, you think I’m hot?” Uruha couldn’t help but tease, knowing he would either get extremely flustered or maybe even attack him…
“W-what the hell?! No!” Aoi stuttered, his expression that of pure disbelief. His face suddenly flushed a deep crimson, and he immediately looked down at the floor. He couldn’t tell if Uruha was teasing him, or if he was actually serious. It was hard to tell the difference between good-natured teasing and seriousness with him.
“Sure… Whatever you say.” Uruha rolled his eyes and smirked, leaning against the wall behind him.
“What are you smirking about?” Aoi was glaring at him again; but he was still sitting on the floor, and he was still flustered as anything.
“Nothing, nothing. You must think I am if you keep looking up at me like that.” Uruha stated bluntly, and Aoi finally got up from the floor.
“Y-yeah right.” Aoi muttered, and cursed inwardly. He really had to stop stuttering, sooner or later he would end up mortifying himself; he was already red with embarrassment.
“… Where are we going anyways?” Aoi asked suddenly, looking around the empty hallway and sighing in relief when he saw that it was empty; he and Uruha were the only people around, apparently.
“I had a feeling you would ask that…” Uruha sighed, obviously annoyed, and started walking away for where he was standing in the hallway.
“W-wait! Hold on!” Aoi called after him, running to catch up with him.
“Uruha! Where are you taking me?!” Aoi yelled, hoping that maybe Uruha will give him answers, but unfortunately, he didn’t even open his mouth to speak.
“Stay still.” Uruha said suddenly, whipping around to face Aoi.
“Huh?”
And the next thing he knew, his world went black, and his body met the ground for the fifth time that day.
Before he lost consciousness, he heard a voice. It didn’t belong to Uruha. But he could hear it clearly.
“Take him to the Laboratory.”
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The sound of cruel laughter permeated the air; Aoi blinked, and he could feel the corners of his eyes prickling with… tears?
He was having trouble breathing, his breath coming out in a stifled pant. And he was lying on the ground. His head felt like it was about to be split in half because of how much pain he was in. Not only that, but his chest felt like it was going to collapse, as if someone had just literally punched him square in the ribs. …They were broken, weren’t they.
He just lay there, trying his hardest to keep the tears from spilling over, but it was hopeless. His ragged breathing worsened, and he finally began to cry. He didn’t care if his school uniform was covered with caked blood and dirt anymore. And he didn’t care if his clothing was torn, with shards of it littering the grass around him.
His mother wouldn’t care, about his uniform, either… But if she found out about this, how he had been in a fistfight, she would most likely fuss over him like she always did when he had gotten injured. She would cause a scene just because he had gotten into a fight and been bruised a bit. Was it really that big a deal?
Struggling greatly, he finally managed to flip himself onto his back, looking up at the sky. It was a beautiful day today… he could almost have forgotten about his pain and watched the clouds pass by; but it was just too excruciating to ignore.
He could hear the laughter, he had almost overlooked the fact that the people were still there… His captors; the demons who had no business other than to degrade him publicly, they all stood around him, laughing at his misfortune. What had he done to deserve this punishment? He must have looked pathetic… Getting up would only make the situation worse, he realized. They were all standing around him; there must have been ten of them or so. His eyes widened in panic, but he attempted to stay as still as possible, make them think he was unconscious.
But that worked to no avail.
A member of the crowd, one of the flunkies, he assumed, separated themselves from the pack, lunging at Aoi, and landing another blow on him by stomping directly on his chest, causing him to let out a strangled yelp as a sickening crack tore through the air.
The rest of the crowd burst into a roaring fit of laughter, doubling over at the sight before them. Apparently they found it to be hilarious that their classmate was lying on the ground helplessly, being abused while a group of others looked on. Yes, it was pretty funny to put someone in agonizing pain and watch them suffer.
Crying would do nothing to rid him of the tearing pain in his chest; his arms wouldn’t even move to remove his attacker’s foot from his torso. Screaming would do him no good, either; his lungs refused to function enough for him to even breathe properly.
“Hey! What are all of you-” Someone called from beyond the crowd, and a blonde head poked into the circle, glancing around, and he suddenly looked down to the body laying at the center of the circle, his mouth hanging open.
“What… what is this? AOI?!” Reita shrieked in agony, falling onto his knees next to Aoi, whose face was stained with blood and tears.
“Aoi… what did they do to you…?” He sobbed; cupping Aoi’s bruised face in his hands, he tried to wipe the blood from his friend’s cheeks, but all Aoi could do was flinch at his touch. He couldn’t speak; his chest heaved as he took in a shaky breath of air, and he blinked rapidly, fresh tears trailing down his cheeks.
Murmurs of confusion erupted from the pawns that were still standing there; they had stopped laughing. The supposed leader of the group, the one they called ‘Takamasa’, looked over to one of his cronies, and murmured something under his breath. At this, the guy stepped forward, casting a menacing glare down at Reita, who was too busy bawling over how terribly beat up Aoi was.
“Suzuki.” Takamasa stated simply in a steady voice, nodding towards his friend, who now stood over Reita, casting a long shadow over him.
Reita looked up at him, his eyes filled with hatred, and he fought back tears, not wanting to appear weak.
“You killed him… He’s dead.” Reita’s voice was hollow; he rose from his position on the ground, his gaze not leaving that of the person in front of him.
Sighing, Takamasa’s crony aimed a blow at Reita, punching him directly in the jaw with enough force to knock him back down. Reita fell backwards with a thud, and Takamasa’s crony stepped over towards where he lay on the ground, aiming a powerful kick to his side, causing him to let out a roar of pain as he clutched the place where he was hit. The crony delivered the final blow to his jaw, and the crunch from Reita’s jaw being shattered filled the air surrounding the silent crowd.
Suddenly, this didn’t seem funny at all anymore. The crowd began to disperse, everyone running in different directions to escape the scene. And all they cared about was themselves. They didn’t care about Reita, who lay there, jaw demolished and passed out. And they certainly couldn’t care less about Aoi, who had lost consciousness a while ago from the pain that overwhelmed his body. Nobody cared at all.
The two of them could have been left there to die, for all anyone cared. Had their friend Takashima not found them, they wouldn’t have made it to the hospital and they wouldn’t have gotten the medical attention to heal their broken bones.
But the pain of that day never left him. He knew now that he was surrounded people who hated him, people who would love to see him dead. And even his own parents’ power and status couldn’t heal the wound, even after he transferred to another school, he could feel that deep gash in his heart that would never leave him. Never.
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Aoi awoke with a heavy, sinking feeling in his chest. He hissed at the pain that cut through him like a knife, but it was gone as soon as it came. Why did he keep having these recollections? He wasn’t even sure if they were his own, he couldn’t remember experiencing any of these events.
Wait… Where was he this time?
He glanced around; he was in another strange room, this one containing various appliances; there were flashing lights, high-pitched beeping noises… Oh s**t. He was cold all of a sudden. When he tried to move his arms, they wouldn’t budge. The same thing happened with his legs. He was being restrained by something… But why?
“Ah, you’re finally awake.” A voice boomed over a speaker, it sounded strangely familiar. Aoi shifted his head in the direction of the sound, but raised an eyebrow when he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“Look over to your far right…” The voice said again, sighing; it seemed to be rather irritated. Aoi rolled his eyes and did as he was told, shifting his head over to his right, and noticing for the first time that he could see his arm. That was not a good sign.
Aoi’s eye twitched as he stared at his arm for a moment; he could have sworn it was covered by a layer of clothes the last time he had seen it. He remembered that he had felt an uncomfortable draft… before.
He immediately looked down at his legs, to see that he was completely bare, except for his undergarments.
“What is going on in here?!” Aoi suddenly began having a fit, tearing uselessly at the restraints that held his limbs in place, preventing any escape, or movement in general.
“Aoi, stop your damn struggling!” The voice yelled over the loudspeaker, and Aoi was definitely sure that it was Uruha talking to him now.
“Uruha, you rapist! You did something to me while I was unconscious, didn’t you!” Aoi screamed at nothing in particular.
“I didn’t do anything! You’re so ******** paranoid! I had someone with me the whole time!” Uruha’s voice cracked, and he immediately hit a button that illuminated the room that was, as Uruha said, to Aoi’s right. Aoi could clearly see Uruha standing there, thick black-rimmed glasses perched atop his nose, and wearing a white lab coat. There was someone next to him, someone unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time. He wore the same garb as Uruha, with the same glasses, as well.
“See?” Uruha replied smugly, and Aoi could see him smirking.
“…Who is that, anyways?” Aoi questioned, his eyebrow raised as it always was when he was puzzled.
“I’m Reita, the Chief Medic.” The stranger who stood next to Uruha stated, and he could see him gazing at him intently.
“Those are some nasty scars you have there, too, Aoi.” He added, motioning towards the marks on his chest, which he hadn’t noticed before.
“What the…Where did these come from?! Did I break my ribs when Uruha knocked me over?!” Aoi whined, struggling against his restraints again.
“No, those must be from some other occurrence… They look like they’ve been there for a while, don’t they?” Reita questioned, walking out of the office he was in, and into the Laboratory to get a closer look.
“You guys still didn’t tell me what I’m here for…” Aoi pointed out irritably, and he scowled at Uruha, who was standing in the doorway of the office, staring at him conceitedly.
“Calm down. We just need to run some tests to make sure that you’re clean before we let you out into… society.” Aoi noticed that Reita seemed to speak in a monotone, which aggravated him greatly.
He sighed, since he knew he wouldn’t be able to win this argument. He wished he could just slap that annoying smirk from Uruha’s face; he’d had just about enough of his antics. But again, he would have to wait until later to even be able to move freely… Damn, this was all getting on his nerves, especially since no one had thought to answer any of his questions, or at least to their fullest extent. There had to be more to Reita’s “to make sure that you’re clean before we let you into society.” But what could it be?
Uruha walked over to where Aoi was chained to the wall, and rummaged in the drawer near him. Once he found what he had been seeking, he took it out, and slid the drawer closed. Then he walked back next to Aoi, holding a bundle of something resembling tubes, the mischievous smirk never leaving his lips. He seemed delighted to be doing whatever he was about to do, because he began to hum merrily.
“…What are those for?” Aoi questioned, narrowing his eyes at him; he honestly didn’t like where this was going.
He was getting paranoid again…
“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.” Uruha replied in a singsong voice, as he hooked up the various tubes to random places in the room.
And before Aoi could shoot another snarky remark at him, Uruha walked back over to him and shoved something extremely sharp and painful into his shoulder.
“OW! What the hell are you doing to me?!” Aoi screamed in agony as another needle entered the flesh in his right arm.
“Hold still…” Uruha commanded, pressing Aoi’s arm back against the wall to prevent him from shifting any further.
“I asked you why you’re shoving needles into me!” Aoi shrieked at him, another needle was being forced into his flesh, this time into the side of his neck, which was by far the most excruciating, causing him to hiss in pain as the sharp twinge of the needle shot through his neck to his chest; so far, his entire torso was beginning to throb with the affliction from the needles that Uruha had injected into his skin.
“We need to inject you with some drugs… vaccines and medicine, mostly. We don’t know where you’re from, and we can’t risk you contracting some kind of disease here.” Reita replied as he watched the scene before him. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were half-lidded; he seemed bored, and he most likely didn’t want to be here, or didn’t care.
“Vaccines and medicine, ‘mostly’?! What’s that supposed to mean? Is there something else you’re injecting me with?!” Aoi shrieked, struggling against the restraints on his wrists and ankles again. Uruha had finally left him alone, after injecting him with about twenty needles all over his body, and Aoi had to fight back the tears that were forming at the corners of his eyes. His entire anatomy pulsed from the sharp pains of the needles, and he really wished he could just rip the needles out of his flesh.
Reita smacked his forehead in annoyance.
“The diseases around here are extremely strong. If you got sick, you would most likely die pretty quickly, even with medical attention. And we have to inject you with a serum that helps repel the Yamarogos.” Uruha intervened, speaking as-a-matter-of-factly and nodding importantly. He pushed the glasses farther up his nose with his forefinger, and walked away from him, leaving Aoi in peace for a moment.
And after that moment, Uruha was back again.
“I’m assuming you’ll want me to remove those needles from you, right?” He asked him, grinning like an idiot. He paced around in front of Aoi, laughing stupidly to himself.
“Obviously. Do I look like I’m enjoying having all of these needles piercing through my skin? I actually think my body’s going numb…” Aoi complained, looking down at his feet, and then glaring pointedly at Uruha.
“Quit your goddamn whining. I’m required to do this, you think I enjoy this?” Uruha managed to say this with a straight face, although his behavior before told him otherwise; he was beginning to think that Uruha was, not only a pervert and a moron, but a sadist, as well. It was as if Uruha enjoyed torturing him. He seemed to love shoving those needles into Aoi’s shoulders; he was giddy the entire time that he performed the act. Not to mention he would drive the tiny pointed objects into his skin at an overtly slow pace; he must have absolutely adored that. And the fact that Uruha had already embarrassed him several times today, well, he seemed to savor that, as well. It was very creepy, but even that was an understatement. Maybe Uruha was just a bit eccentric. Like everyone else around here. The only sane person around here was probably Hiroto…
“I doubt it…” Aoi muttered turning his head back towards Reita. He was another strange one. It was a bit alarming to see that he wouldn’t even smile, or have any type of facial expression at all. His face remained in that same stony expression, but the only thing that seemed to relay the fact that he actually had some type of feeling was his one eye, the right one that wasn’t hidden by his blonde hair. Which reminded him, why did everyone seem to have some kind of crazy hairstyle?
… Well, he shouldn’t be talking. He hadn’t even looked into a mirror.
“Uruha?” Aoi asked suddenly, looking around, his eyes landing on Uruha, who was now leaning against the wall and looking annoyed.
“What do you want now?” Uruha spat, although he was still smirking, and he walked back towards Aoi. Reita had walked out of the room, and was currently nowhere to be seen.
“I was going to ask you how I look. What’s your damn problem? I can’t ask questions?” Aoi questioned in an angry tone, but he was feigning annoyance. He was actually pretty tired, he felt tired all of a sudden…
“What kind of question is that?” Uruha chuckled to himself, staring up at Aoi through his black-rimmed spectacles, his arms crossed over his chest.
“It’s just that… I haven’t looked at myself in a mirror or anything. So I don’t know what I look like.” Aoi said meekly, and he hung his head. He felt like he was about to fall asleep at any second; his eyes were beginning to close on him. Maybe it was the drugs…
“On second thought, tell me later…” Aoi breathed before his head fell to the side, his eyes fluttered closed, and his breathing became steady. The power of those drugs was overwhelming, and he had no other way to escape it but to sleep.
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Why was it so quiet?
And… he regretted asking this for the third time, but where was he?
He was laying on something soft and it was… warm. The events that had occurred in the laboratory were almost all forgotten now, except for the incident with the needles. That was pretty difficult to forget, especially since his body was still numb from whatever they injected him with. But he remembered the person he had met there, he was weird. What was his name again? Something with an ‘R’… He couldn’t think right now, and he was confused. So he just lay there for a moment, trying not to over-think anything, maybe try to fall back asleep again.
He hadn’t even noticed the person sitting next to him, watching him, and waiting for him to awaken. Aoi just sighed and shifted beneath the sheets, turning to lie on his back, and he stared up at the ceiling. Not that it would make a difference; it was pitch-black in the room. But how had he ended up there, anyways?
His head began to pound, the onslaught of the injections taking their toll on him from before. A whimper of pain escaped his lips, and he thrust his hands upward, clutching the sides of his head, hoping to ease the pressure of the throbbing migraine. He rolled over on his stomach and buried his head under his pillow; the noise wouldn’t go away!
That piercing, high-pitched sound… it was like a scream. But even when he hid his head beneath the pillow, it wouldn’t leave him alone. It wasn’t until he felt hands on his arm, shaking him gently, that he acknowledged anything other than his splitting headache. He almost jumped out of bed, but instead, rolled out of it, landing on the soft shag carpet next to the bed with a soft thud.
“Hey, are you alright?!” A voice called to him. The voice was unfamiliar; the stranger stood over him, but the room was dark, which frightened him a bit. He was in the room alone, with no one to accompany him but someone whose appearance was unknown to him.
“G-get away from me!” Aoi stuttered, and he heard the person shifting, searching for something, perhaps, until he found what he was looking for, and with a soft click, the room was illuminated with a pale glow.
Aoi looked up at the person, a puzzled expression written upon his face.
“I’m sorry… Did I frighten you?” The person asked shyly, looking down at him with an equally confused expression. The stranger, as almost everyone around this place, had a pretty weird hairstyle; half of his shoulder-length hair was platinum blonde, the other, auburn. And it stuck out to the sides a bit in little spikes; it wasn’t normal to have half of your head one color, and the other half another color, right? But his eyes… they were striking. One was piercing black. It didn’t look like it even had a pupil. The other was white. Completely, flawlessly white. It seemed to bore right through him; he could feel the left, white eye’s gaze upon him even as he looked down on the floor.
“W-who are you?” Aoi asked, still a bit panicked, his heart racing from the sudden adrenaline rush. He sat up from his position, being wrapped up in the sheets, hauling himself back up into the bed, and returned to sitting upright on the mattress, leaning back against the wall. He pulled his knees up to his chest, and stared at the person who stood there for a moment.
“I won’t hurt you, you know…” He said slowly, his voice was actually pretty quiet; and he sounded nervous. Shifting a bit, he decided to return to his seat cautiously, his gaze never leaving Aoi’s.
“Who are you?” Aoi asked again, this time a bit more forcefully. His impatience was apparent in his face as he scowled, unblinking, at the person who had returned to sitting at his bedside.
“I am not obliged to disclose that information.” The stranger said simply.
“Why not?!” Aoi yelled at him. He was honestly getting extremely frustrated. How many times did he have to ask before someone answered him?!
“I don’t know your name, though, either. Yet I was required to watch you, for some reason. Why Kai forced me to, I have no idea.” He muttered to himself, looking around the room aimlessly.
“Which reminds me… I should tell them that you’re awake.” He added, scrambling up from his position on the chair. He walked quickly to the other side of the room, opened the door, which emitted a small click, and escaped into the hallway. The sound of his feet padding away from the room could be heard for a moment, but then it was silent again. Aoi was alone again. Looking around the room absently, he decided to get up and maybe look around a bit. He was pretty bored, after all.
He unraveled himself from the sheets, and set his feet down on the floor, shakily rising from the bed. Suddenly he felt dizzy; he clutched his head with his free hand, steadying himself with the other, trying to keep his balance. He waited for the sensation to pass, and then took a few steps forward; the dizziness had vanished as soon as it had arrived.
What he hadn’t noticed before was that he was wearing a different set of clothes than what he had arrived in. They hadn’t returned his clothing, and, thank goodness, he was no longer in his undergarments. The clothes he wore now were snug and comfortable. His attire consisted of a simple black shirt that, although it was thin, seemed to be well insulated, and a pair of long, black pants made of the same material. He stepped out of the door; it didn’t even require him to turn the handle, since the person who had just left a moment before hadn’t closed it properly. And he hadn’t noticed that he was barefoot, either, until the soles of his feet came into contact with the floor outside; the sharp coldness in his feet startled him. The floors were made of the same metal as the other hallways that he had seen before. He shivered.
Aoi blinked a few times; it was extremely bright; his eyes burned due to the sudden contrast from the room he had been in seconds before. The walls were of the same metallic tint as the other hallways. So he was in the same building he had been in previously, apparently.
The hallway was completely vacant. All that could be heard was the echo of his feet against the chilly metal of the ground. He took several steps forward; the hallway seemed to last forever; no matter how far he walked, it didn’t seem to have an end.
Suddenly, he heard something; it was a soft sound at first. It sounded like someone was speaking. As he neared it, he realized that it wasn’t a person speaking; people were yelling. There was a crash; the sound of someone groaning in pain could be heard, and then a deafening thud echoed through the hallway. Aoi couldn’t differentiate between staying put and running to see what had occurred, but he decided to sneak up quietly and hide behind a wall. Maybe he’d be able to see what was going on…
He made it to the corner of the corridor, and he scowled at the rubble that lay before him. The hallway was currently filled with a dark gray haze, and it was almost impossible to see through it; Aoi almost gasped, but stopped himself when he saw two people, after the fog had cleared; one of them had to be responsible for the wreckage. Hopefully they hadn’t seen him…
One of the people in the corridor was a person whom Aoi recognized: Miyavi. The look on his face was one of pure rage, and Aoi saw him charge at the other person, using all of his might and leaping into the air, and with amazing speed, descended upon him. And in a split-second, Miyavi had reached the ground, his fist colliding with the metal floor, creating a huge crater. His foe had managed to escape the blow, leaping backwards, and hand-springing back into a standing position.
At this point, Aoi had no doubt in his mind that the man with whom Miyavi fought was Shou. Those golden eyes filled with hatred were unmistakable; the gaze frightened him severely, and he couldn’t keep himself from shuddering when Shou turned his face towards him for a second, and then looked away, dodging another blow delivered by Miyavi. By now the hallway was filled with more craters, the walls looked like they would collapse at any moment, yet miraculously, they didn’t.
Shou flipped around in the air again, parrying another one of Miyavi’s attacks, and landing on his feet, but looking as if he was about to lose his balance. Aoi was startled that the two didn’t seem to be tired from all of that fighting; they seemed to be perfectly fine. The only evidence of their fighting was the bruises that each wore upon their bodies, inflicted by their foes. They showed no signs of stopping this battle, and thankfully for Aoi, they didn’t seem to acknowledge his presence, either. He just stood there and watched; his curiosity evident.
At this point, Shou raised an arm, which seemed an odd gesture for someone to perform during this moment. Miyavi had stopped his barrage of flying kicks and punches; he now stood there, hunched over a bit, his head looking down at his hands, which were, strangely, being held a few inches from each other, a rotating white ball forming between them. Aoi stared at him wide-eyed; if he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought it was a ball of mist or something of the sort. What was going on here?!
All of a sudden, a shower of white stone-like objects rained down from the ceiling, bombarding the battlefield below. Thankfully, Aoi was hidden behind the alcove and managed to avoid the stones, but Miyavi hadn’t been so fortunate; he screamed in agony as they pelted his body, leaving red welts on his skin. Whatever those white things were seemed to completely avoid Shou, and Aoi watched in horror as Miyavi fell to the ground, but not before he released the white ball of mist, which shot out and attacked Shou like a torrent of sharp, silvery daggers that pierced his flesh and made deep gashes on everything it came into contact with. The hail of stones ceased immediately, they clanged to a halt as they hit the metal floor. A mutilated scream pierced the clearing, and the bodies of the two combatants lay still, having collapsed onto the floor.
Aoi was dumbfounded; had those two just killed each other in front of his very eyes?! His mouth hung open in shock, and he quickly turned around and bolted away from the scene. He didn’t want to see the rest of it. And he didn’t want to be blamed for it they were really dead. In his panic, he hadn’t realized the person from before walking towards him, followed by two others. He was looking back the whole time; and right as he turned his head, he noticed them, and just when he was about to stop, he collided with him, tripping over himself, but he was caught before he hit the ground.
“There you are! What have you been up to?” A voice that Aoi immediately distinguished as being Kai’s spoke up and Aoi was still in his daze, unable to register anything at the moment.
“He looks shocked… Aoi?” Uruha had suddenly appeared, and he waved a hand in front of Aoi’s face, trying to make him snap out of whatever trance he was in. He was back in his casual clothes, rather than his laboratory uniform, but he was still wearing those dorky, thick-rimmed glasses. And that annoying smirk was plastered to his face again.
“Hm? What happened?” Aoi piped up, snapping out of his bemused state and smacking Uruha’s hand away from his face. He turned his head to where Uruha was, standing there with that idiotic grin of his. Damn him, he was such an annoying individual…
“You were walking away from over there… and you were in a daze. What happened?” Kai was actually in a good mood, for once.
“I heard Miyavi and Shou were fighting again… That’s the third time this week.” Uruha groaned in annoyance, massaging his temples. He began to walk away from them, and the stranger, as well as Kai, followed. Aoi did so, as well, but he didn’t know where they were headed.
“They fight constantly?!” Aoi said irritably, narrowing his eyes at him. He was still angry at him because of that ‘needle’ incident.
“Yeah, they’ve knocked each other into unconsciousness too many times to count. They’ve hated each other ever since Hiroto returned from battle with half his body missing.” Uruha explained, leading them back into the room that Aoi had been in previously.
“I still don’t see why they can’t just make up… they were best friends before.” The stranger said quietly as he followed them into the room, sitting down in the chair he had occupied several minutes earlier.
“Aoi, you’ve met Nao, right?” Kai asked him, setting a chair next to Nao, and the others followed suit. Aoi returned to the bed, sitting on top of the sheets.
“That’s what his name is? Well, it’s nice to meet you.” Aoi smiled, genuinely pleased to meet a person who wasn’t insane.
“Finally, someone who’s not insane!” Aoi couldn’t stop himself from saying, and he lay down on the mattress, putting his hands beneath his head and looking up at the ceiling.
“******** you.” Uruha muttered.
“You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you.” Aoi replied with a smirk, and then his face flushed red. He didn’t just say that, did he?!
“What was that? I didn’t hear you too well…” Uruha retorted, smirking like an idiot.
“W-what?! I didn’t say anything!” Aoi stuttered, flailing his arms around, and Kai and Nao simply looked on. Nao was giggling, and Kai was just sitting there with his mouth slightly open, wondering what exactly was going on.
“Why are we here, anyways?” Nao whispered to Kai, who was currently watching Aoi and Uruha behaving like idiots, his mouth open in confusion.
“This is… awkward. We should leave you two alone.” Kai said quickly, hurrying out the door, whisking Nao away with him.
/End Chapter 3/
A/N: Whoo hoo!
More of Uruha and Aoi bickering like a married couple!
My Muses have been clinging to me like leeches the past couple of days, and it paid off.
Enjoy!
 xo_Deidara · Sun Dec 07, 2008 @ 02:21am · 2 Comments |
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