FOLLOWER ~a spider's scheme~
Disclaimers: All characters inside do not belong to me... [No! Kirito!
Don't kill me! I know Aiji is yours!] but I really don't mind having
Jun. Ne? *raises catnip with an evil grin*
Date started: 281001
Who has wrecked the beauty in my palm?
[a butterfly lying crumpled on the ground]
The sound of a body hitting the ground was all too familiar to Kirito,
as he laid on the road two metres away from the wreckage, his face
expressionless. It was so surreal that he had to make sure he was not
dreaming... These type of things never happened to him before... it
shouldn't. Not to him, not to Aiji...
As much as he wanted to deny what his eyes acknowledged, Aiji was a
crumpled heap lying in front of him, his blood slowly seeping onto the
road to spread in a ghastly looking pool of red surrounding him.
*Aiji...* As he stumbled to stand up on his shaky legs, Kirito
struggled through the mass of onlookers to reach the guitarist, who had been
eerily still since he was flung onto the road. "Aiji..."
Just as Kirito reached Aiji -while stretching out his arm in a painful
attempt to hold Aiji's hand- someone dragged him back from the
unconscious man. Kirito gave a small cry of despair before collapsing against
the stranger holding him, boneless. Words drifted into his ears but he
could make no sense of them; his situation so twisted that he no longer
believed that he was still awake and not in some horrible nightmare he
couldn't wake up from.
"...don't know... what is broken..."
"Let me..." Kirito gasped as a throbbing pain started in the right side
of his chest and he bit his own lip hard to stop himself from crying
out. His arm twisted painfully under the stranger's grip and he knew that
something was broken inside. He could already feel blood dripping down
from his injured right hand, but he ignored it. The coppery taste of
blood filled his mouth when his lip tore under the harsh treatment from
his teeth. "Let me go..."
The vocalist tried to shrug free of the man holding him, but he was too
weak and his arm hurt terribly. It was as though all his muscles -those
that were not screaming in pain- had turned into mush and he could do
nothing but watch helplessly as the medics came along and took Aiji
"Aiji..." Kirito cried out weakly, trying hard to move forward, but the
stranger's grip on his arms were death-like. "Aiji!"
Right before the sky closed in on him, Kirito could feel something wet
spilling down his cheeks.
*Even the sky is crying...*
The smell of blood was pungent and it filled it air; Kirito's vision
swam in red. As he slowly went slack in the stranger's arms, he reached
out with a trembling hand in a futile attempt to reach the guitarist,
who has already been carried into the ambulance.
*Don't take my butterfly away from me...*
End: Part I.III
Date completed: 031101
Last revised: 03112001
~to be continued~
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