CCD ficbit
Oct. 16th, 2003 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Several years ago I wrote a CCD darkfic in which Nokoru, Utako, and Nagisa are kidnapped. Suoh and Akira found them, Nokoru made them take the girls out first, and by the time Suoh ran back in to the room to rescue Nokoru as well, Nokoru had been killed. This kind of wrecked the lives of all involved. Tonight at work I got kind of a flash of idea for sequel. I may not write it, as it seems horribly like something ff.net-y, but here's the drabble.
It could have happened in any of several ways.
Suoh could have been old, his blue hair faded to a distinguished silver, relaxing at home with a book, and looked up suddenly to see bright golden hair, a mischevious smile, and a familiar face that hadn't changed an iota since their parting over sixty years before.
He could have been been lying in the hospital, an oxygen mask over his face as his body finally fought a battle it could not win, and there would be that same person again, unchanged save for the glowing white wings that stretched to fill the entire room.
But instead Suoh lay on the floor of the basement of a dingy apartment building, bleeding to death. He was surrounded by corpses and the smell of their blood thickened the air, made him want to gag. He ignored that urge, closed his eyes against it, letting the cool concrete behind his head absorb his heat.
Footsteps sounded, moving across the basement. Suoh muzzily opened his eyes, examining the pair of boots that stepped towards him, fastidiously avoiding corpses and blood alike. The person stopped in front of him and knelt down, the long, fawn-colored coat folding on the ground.
"Oh, Suoh," Nokoru said, and he was everything that Suoh remembered.
***
Suoh woke in a wide room with a high ceiling. It was painted in a soothing shade of pale green that was picked up in the wallpaper. Turning his head, he saw birds fluttering back and forth between the branches of a large tree. It reminded him of the Campus.
Finally, he'd come home.
The door at the far end of the room opened and a person carrying a tray slipped inside. "Oh, you're awake," he said.
"Yuudaiji-san?" Suoh was confused. He hadn't heard anything about Idomu's death. "What are you doing here?"
"This is my home," Nokoru's friend replied. "We found you and brought you back here. Really, Takamura, that's no way to die and certainly no way to honor Nokoru's memory."
Suoh sat up, looked at his hands in his lap. They were bandaged. So was a large portion of the rest of his body.
He wasn't, he realized, dead after all.
Idomu sat on the edge of the bed and set the tray over Suoh's lap. "Eat up, Takamura," he suggested. "I'm friend enough not to sic him on you until you're healed."
"Sic who on me?"
Idomu cocked his head to the side a little, like he was listening to a far-off sound. Suoh didn't hear anything, but Idomu laughed a little. "Not unless you promise to remember he's hurt," the man said. "I think he's a fool too, but he thinks he did it for you."
"Yuudaiji-san," Suoh asked hesitantly, "who are you speaking to?"
Idomu looked back at him and his eyes shifted color, dark green draining to sapphire blue.
"Me," Nokoru's voice answered out of Idomu's mouth.
It could have happened in any of several ways.
Suoh could have been old, his blue hair faded to a distinguished silver, relaxing at home with a book, and looked up suddenly to see bright golden hair, a mischevious smile, and a familiar face that hadn't changed an iota since their parting over sixty years before.
He could have been been lying in the hospital, an oxygen mask over his face as his body finally fought a battle it could not win, and there would be that same person again, unchanged save for the glowing white wings that stretched to fill the entire room.
But instead Suoh lay on the floor of the basement of a dingy apartment building, bleeding to death. He was surrounded by corpses and the smell of their blood thickened the air, made him want to gag. He ignored that urge, closed his eyes against it, letting the cool concrete behind his head absorb his heat.
Footsteps sounded, moving across the basement. Suoh muzzily opened his eyes, examining the pair of boots that stepped towards him, fastidiously avoiding corpses and blood alike. The person stopped in front of him and knelt down, the long, fawn-colored coat folding on the ground.
"Oh, Suoh," Nokoru said, and he was everything that Suoh remembered.
***
Suoh woke in a wide room with a high ceiling. It was painted in a soothing shade of pale green that was picked up in the wallpaper. Turning his head, he saw birds fluttering back and forth between the branches of a large tree. It reminded him of the Campus.
Finally, he'd come home.
The door at the far end of the room opened and a person carrying a tray slipped inside. "Oh, you're awake," he said.
"Yuudaiji-san?" Suoh was confused. He hadn't heard anything about Idomu's death. "What are you doing here?"
"This is my home," Nokoru's friend replied. "We found you and brought you back here. Really, Takamura, that's no way to die and certainly no way to honor Nokoru's memory."
Suoh sat up, looked at his hands in his lap. They were bandaged. So was a large portion of the rest of his body.
He wasn't, he realized, dead after all.
Idomu sat on the edge of the bed and set the tray over Suoh's lap. "Eat up, Takamura," he suggested. "I'm friend enough not to sic him on you until you're healed."
"Sic who on me?"
Idomu cocked his head to the side a little, like he was listening to a far-off sound. Suoh didn't hear anything, but Idomu laughed a little. "Not unless you promise to remember he's hurt," the man said. "I think he's a fool too, but he thinks he did it for you."
"Yuudaiji-san," Suoh asked hesitantly, "who are you speaking to?"
Idomu looked back at him and his eyes shifted color, dark green draining to sapphire blue.
"Me," Nokoru's voice answered out of Idomu's mouth.
