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[April 16, 2008]
time never waits.
it delivers all equally to the same end.
you, who wish to safeguard the future,
however limited it may be...
you will be given one year;
go forth without falter,
with your heart as your guide...
it delivers all equally to the same end.
you, who wish to safeguard the future,
however limited it may be...
you will be given one year;
go forth without falter,
with your heart as your guide...
"next stop..." the name of the station filters through your headphones. the train sways under your feet. you lean against the back of your seat. it's getting dark outside; you must be almost there, your train is supposed to arrive just before midnight. you drift back off to the medley of familiar tunes, jerking awake just as the pa rumbles to life again. "next stop, iwatodai. next stop...."
that's you. you get to your feet, swinging your bag across your shoulders. you're not carrying very much. but you're carrying what you need.
the doors to the train slide open.
"last train... this is the last train departing iwatodai. last train..."
but you're not departing. you just arrived. it takes you a little longer than you would have liked to find the exit, but with some help and the map that they mailed you, you manage to be on your way. you can still hear the whirl of the train station behind you as the clock strikes twelve.
...or not. you listen, confused, as all sound seems to evaporate into the glowing darkness—wait "what?" you say aloud. did the moon just turn...green? you squint—it's not quite full, but it's a definite shade of an almost sinister green, hovering halfway up the sky. something seems...different.
you shrug and consult your map. it's late. the sooner you reach the dorm the better. besides, you're a little creeped out. the decoration in this town could...definitely use some work. uh, are the coffins really necessary? is that fake blood on the walls? what happened to the lighting?
but step 1: follow directions carefully. you find yourself in front of a three story building. only one of the lights upstairs is on. is anyone in? curious, you walk up the steps and knock on the stately door. when there is no answer, you try the handle—the door swings open.
"helloooo?" you call hesitantly.
"you're late." you look around, surprised—there is a boy standing in front of you. he seems young, maybe twelve or thirteen.
"i'm—"
"i've been waiting a long time for you," he says, cutting you off. he snaps his fingers, and a red book appears on the table in front of your eyes. "now if you want to proceed, please sign your name there. it's a contract. don't worry, all it says is that you'll accept full responsibility for your actions. you know, the usual stuff."
is this really the usual procedure for this sort of thing? regardless, you find your hand reaching for the pen. "zhang yixing," you pen carefully across the line.
"no one can escape time," the boy says. you glance up, midway through your name. he gestures for you to continue. "it delivers us all to the same end."
"okay?" you put the pen down and straighten. the boy smiles. you're not sure if he's truly pleased.
"you can't plug your ears and cover your eyes," he says. he reaches up for the contract and tucks it under his arm. he snaps his fingers again. "and so it begins."
this time, he disappears as well.
-
"Who's there!?"
Footsteps thud down the hall, and Yixing whirls. The lights flicker on and Yixing's eyes open in shock, his hands thrown up on either side of his head at the sight of a boy holding a—a gun!?
"I'm! Um, Yixing—"
"Lu Han, stop that. He's the new transfer student."
Someone comes up from behind the boy, Lu Han, and pushes down the hand with the gun, although Yixing can't stop staring. When he looks up, Lu Han is still staring at him warily, but he seems embarassed, stuffing the gun quickly into a pocket.
"Zhang Yixing, right?" the newcomer says. He walks up to him and holds out his hand. He's a little shorter than him, and gives him a warm, toothy smile. Yixing feels instantly reassured and shakes his hand. "Welcome. I'm Minseok. We didn't expect you to be so late, but it's okay. It was kind of a last minute decision to have you move here for now - this is, well, you'll see."
"You're..."
"One of the students who live here. I'm a year above you, I think, but don't hesitate to ask for help! Oh, and this is Lu Han. He's in my year, but I think you'll get along well."
Yixing eyes Lu Han's pocket before meeting his eyes. The boy chuckles nervously, ducking his head in greeting.
"Sorry about that... Nice to meet you, I'm Lu Han," he says. He turns to Minseok. "But are you sure it'll be okay?"
Minseok shrugs. "We'll see," he says. "By the way, did you have any trouble on your way here?"
Yixing stares at him, and then glances over his shoulder as if a second look will help him think, and then he thinks about the creepy decor but decides that it's best to not comment on that in case he insults anyone right off the bat. "I got lost in the station," he says, "but other than that, not really."
Minseok looks inordinately relieved. "I see, that's good," he says before turning to Lu Han. "It's late, why don't you show Yixing to his room? We can discuss things tomorrow." Yixing yawns and has to resist rubbing at his eyes. It's not that late, but the train ride had been long, and he is tired.
Lu Han nods. "It's on the second floor," he says, gesturing for Yixing to follow him.
"Good night!" Minseok waves with a cheery grin when Yixing turns around to look at him.
"Night," Yixing echoes. Maybe it's because he's tired, but everything seems to have happened too fast and he's not altogether sure of what just happened. Lu Han falls in step with him as they head up the stairs, and it's the first good look that Yixing has gotten of the other boy, what with all the commotion and confusion before. If Minseok hadn't told him, Yixing wouldn't have guessed that Lu Han was in the year above him - if anything, he looks younger. He's very good looking, Yixing concedes to himself, almost delicate and pretty instead of handsome. And he has pretty eyes.
"Can I ask a question?" Yixing ventures hesitantly.
"Sure."
"Was that...actually a gun?"
Lu Han freezes, nearly missing a step. "No, it's..."
"It's?" Yixing prompts.
"It's not a real gun," Lu Han explains hastily, blowing out his cheeks. "You know, a toy, self-defense and...all that."
"Right..." Yixing says, not entirely convinced. Lu Han leads him to the end of the second floor without expanding on his answer. For some reason, Yixing gets the impression that Lu Han isn't always this quiet.
"You're at the end of the hall, on the right," Lu Han says. He pauses in front of the door next to the one he gestures to, his hand on the doorknob. It's easy to surmise that they're next door neighbours. "I guess your stuff is inside."
Yixing nods. Lu Han seems tired, and he doesn't really want to push, but one thing has been on his mind the entire time.
"Good night," Lu Han says, pushing open his door.
"Can I ask you one more question?" Yixing says quickly.
Lu Han turns around, shrugging with a wan smile on his face. "Yeah, go ahead."
"Does that kid live here too?" Yixing frowns, thinking back to the strange boy and the way he'd disappeared. What had all that been about anyway?
It seems like Lu Han has no idea either. "What kid?" he says.
Yixing shakes his head. "Never mind. Thanks for showing me up here. Good night!"
He walks into his room and shuts the door behind him, reaching for the lights. Like Lu Han had said, his suitcase is on the floor next to the bed against the far wall. Yixing crosses the floor to the thankfully already made bed, tossing his bag down next to his suitcase. It hits the ground with a heavy thud, and Yixing remembers belatedly the laptop that just made abrupt contact with the ground. It'll live...probably. Minseok had said 'for now', so for all Yixing knows, this room is temporary. Nonetheless, he takes in the cream wallpaper and the sink next to the door, his eyes skimming across the bare desk and landing on the TV in the corner, completeing his sweep of the room by flopping gracelessly backwards on top of the covers and staring straight up at the ceiling. It's not very interesting.
It'll be his first day of school tomorrow... He should probably get some sleep.
Although, before he's even finished the thought in his own mind, nevermind turned off the lights, Yixing is already out cold.
-
"'That kid'?" Lu Han shuts the door behind him and walks to his bed without turning on the lights. What had the new kid meant by that? A Shadow...? Had he come here during the Dark Hour? If so, did that mean he was...
There were too many questions. Lu Han shook his head firmly and sat down heavily on the bed. Something jabs into his leg, and he grimaces to himself, pulling out that thing and tossing it carelessly onto the blankets before he thinks better of it and cradles it in his hands. He grips the handle, finger on the trigger, staring down at the shadow of its body in the murky dark. "It's not a real gun," he says to himself. He sighs, lying down sideways on the bed. Slowly, he brings the barrel of the gun to his temple and shuts his eyes.
His finger freezes on the trigger.
So why couldn't he do it? Why?
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tbf i know the storyline and the characters pretty well already |DDDDD quietly delivering myself to emotional doom ;w;
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self-indulgence at it's best!