Title: Crash and Burn
Category: Angst, Romance
Type: Alternate Universe
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Suggestive Content/Sexual Undertone, Language
Disclaimer: Don't we all have dreams?
A small glass drop fell on the cold, hard stone. Soon after several others accompanied it.
Thin tired fingers brushed back a loose raven tress. The woman to whom the tears belonged to cried out mournfully. She was a young woman, still in her early high school, teenage years. She was a woman of strength and determination, a female of sheer perseverance and intelligence beyond her years, a girl of optimism and an embracer of the beautiful things in life. Yet, this woman of many admirable characteristics stood before the world, openly embracing her drowning sorrow.
The girl had a rare simplistic beauty surrounding her. Her face had a lovely and smooth creamy complexion, so soft was it that one could describe it as the perfect equivalence of fine silk. Her small lips, which were always found in an upright, beaming smile that even the brightest sun could not compare to, were now found in a curved bitter frown. A frown that no one could have possibly imagined on her normally sanguine face.
No longer were her eyes the glowing brilliant terra brown eyes that once held such incomparable joy and glee. Replacing those once shimmering eyes were two murky deep pools of lost happiness, and a true love once found but now forever lost.
In the back of her distant fading mind, she could vaguely hear a fragment of her past memories, calling out to her, laughing merrily, without a care in the world. It was in the past though, she reminded herself forlornly. Amazingly how the once bright peppy girl turned into the dejected woman she was now in but a single week. Come play! her inner child giggled. Come play with me! The weeping woman shook her head. "I-I can't," her voice trembled. Her quivering hands covered her wet face. "It hurts too much," she sobbed. The young child gave a small pout. Just once more! Please? Only one more time, 'Gome! When the child got no response from the woman, she hung her head low.
Looking straight forward, the tears continued to spill. The memories, all of her past memories hurt too much. Every moment in her past, it seemed, was spent with him, and thinking about him only tore flesh at her bruised and broken heart more.
"Why?" she asked the gentle wind.
-.-.-.-
"Wheeeeeeeeeeee!" the energetic girl screamed out, her arms spread wide out. With that shout, she forced all the wind out of her lungs.
"Geez, you party animal, calm down!" the amused voice chuckled.
"Aw, Ban-chan! You're such a party pooper!" she giggled. The girl beamed down at her companion once more before increasing her grin. Carefully, she relaxed back in-between the motorcycle and her boyfriend. "You need to live a little!"
Looking behind him, the male glanced up at his girlfriend. "Me? Live a little? Do I need to remind you who I am?"
The young female teen laughed. "Yeah, so what, Mister Brute and Reckless! The so called troublesome boy who trashed the school twenty six times in three weeks and egg bombed more houses than Kikyou has haters! I so broke you in!" To add humor to her statement, she gave his helmet covered head a few pats, hard enough to be felt through the head protection. "Good boy!"
"Don't mess with me woman!" he laughed humorously. "I know where your happy spots are!"
A small smirk played on her face. "Happy spots? Is that what you want to call them? Well then! I know where your 'on' switch is!" she laughed.
Shaking his head, he let out a loud boisterous laugh. "Is that so? I bet I could get you high off me quicker than Miroku can lay a hand on a virgin!"
The girl arched her eyebrow. "Oooh? Is that a challenge I hear?"
He smirked. "You can bet your ass it is! 'Gome, I'll have you screaming for me."
She let out a piercing whistle. "Not before I have you screaming for me!"
"Conceited bitch, aren't we?" he countered.
"Cocky bastard, aren't we?" she mimicked.
A moment's pause passed before both teens began laughing. "Yes we are!" they synchronized amusingly.
"We're two of a kind, ne?" the girl giggled.
"Heh, don't go classifying me with your people!"
"Oh then, what are my people?"
Turning around, he grinned wickedly. "Optimistic oversexed women who love to rape their boyfriends."
The girl's mouth formed a shocked, small 'o'. "Why I never!" she growled playfully. "Saying it that way sounds so unlady-like!"
She heard her boyfriend snort. "Ladylike? Who the hell ever put that thought in your head?"
"I bet I can make you say that I am! Just wait til we get home," she growled seductively.
"See? Oversexed women who love to rape their boyfriends!" he laughed out loud. "'Gome, you're only proving me right!"
"So, you admit that I am the dominate one?"
The boy laughed even harder. "You tell yourself that!"
Absent mindedly, she began to twirl her fingers around her boyfriend's long braid. "How long have we known each other?"
Titling his head, he contemplated her question. "Since… damn… hold up I got it… since like, before preschool. Holy shit that's a long time!"
The girl smiled against her boyfriend's back. "Yeah, we've known each other since forever." Smirking devilishly, she spoke up. "What ever did happen to that reckless, daring brave boy?" she teased.
Arching an eyebrow, he smirked. "Oh believe me. He's right in front of your eyes. He's only holding back for his girl's sake."
The girl frowned. "That's an interesting excuse," she mused. "Whatever!" She silently laid her head against his back.
Seizing the opportunity, he veered forward suddenly, startling his girlfriend.
"Ban!" she shrieked. "What the hell! I almost fell off the bike! How fast are we going?"
When she didn't get a response, she huffed irritably. Looking over his shoulder, the girl's eyes widened. "One hundred and twenty! Shit! That's sixty five over the limit! Slow the fuck down!"
"So, who's the daredevil now?"
"You are! Now slow down!" she yelled.
"No way! This is fun!" he laughed. His grinning face kept its composure.
"Ban," she cried out, holding onto his waist securely, "Please slow down!"
Squinting her eyes out to see him, she almost swore she saw his famous smirk falter a bit. Rubbing her eyes, she discovered some dust smacked into her eyelid and brushed off his 'faltering grin' as a figment of her imagination.
"Please Ban!" she repeat with just the same amount of urgency. "I'm getting scared!"
"Fine!" he gave in, "I'll stop if you tell me you love me."
"I love you! I love you, Ban! Now please slow down!"
"Nowwww," he teased, "I want you to give me a big hug and kiss me."
Doing as she was told, she immediately, embraced her boyfriend, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Okay, I hugged you!"
Frowning a bit, he replied, "Hey 'Gome, can you take the helmet off. It's irritating me."
Doing what he asked very carefully, she shouted to him. "Where should I put it?"
He smirked. "You look cute with helmet hair. I want you to put it on."
Scowling, she tossed the helmet on her and fastened it protectively. "Okay, Ban, I did. That's all now so slow dow- BAN! THE BUILDING!"
-.-.-.-
"Where am I?" she groaned. "And why do I ache like hell?"
"Sis!" a boy cried out, jumping from her bedside and squeezing her. "You're alive!"
The girl cocked her head. "Why wouldn't I be, Souta?"
Souta's body halted. Slowly, he pulled away from the hug. "Sis, you don't remember?"
"Remember what? Damn bro, stop talking in riddles!"
Souta's gaze dropped to the floor. "I'm so sorry, Sis."
-.-.-.-
The women bit back her tears. 'Gome-chan. her inner voice asked her, Why are you still crying?
"Bitch!" The girl whipped her face around angrily, only to remember she was talking to herself. Sighing lifelessly, she replied to herself. "He… He knew."
"Who knew what, Kagome?" a young girl replied.
Stilling for a moment, her heart could take no more. Tears flying where the wind bade them, she threw herself into her friend's arms. "S-Sango!" she wailed, burying herself in her friend's warm chest. "He knew! He knew that the brakes! They were broken! He knew all about it! B-b-but he still!" she blurted out, emptying all of her sorrow. "He knew! I-If he d-didn't give me the helmet he would be alive right now!" she cried, her face even more soaked with the tears that were now drenching Sango's coat.
Smiling faintly, the sister like figure gently pat her beloved friend's back, silently offering her all of her support.
"He knew that the brakes were messed up! T-that's why I saw him flinch while we were riding! They broke were he was driving! He knew the brakes were messed up but he didn't tell me! He gave me the helmet so he could leave me here alone! He, hic! He told me to hug and kiss him and to tell him that I loved him!" Looking up at Sango with glass tears pouring from her eyes, she shouted to her, "He knew we were gonna crash! That bastard knew and he killed himself!"
"Kagome," Sango said in a soothing motherly tone. "He loved you. He loved you with all his heart, Kagome. He loved you so much that he would give up his life instantly for even the slim chance of your survival."
"But he left me!" Kagome cried, water erupting from her eyes continuously. "Ban left me alone!"
"You're wrong," Sango said gently, cupping Kagome's cheek, "He will always be in your heart." Laying a hand over Kagome's heart, Sango gave an assuring smile. "Right here. Treasure those memories forever and never let a single one escape. Bankotsu is always looking over you; right now, just as we speak, he is up there looking down at you with his usual cocky grin, still protecting you and making sure you'll stay safe." Wiping a few tears away from her eyes, Sango stared at Kagome directly in her eyes with a smile only a best friend could provide. "You are a very lucky girl, Kagome."
"How so?" Kagome laughed bitterly. "By having the love of my life taken away from me before we even got married?
Sango smiled at her. "No, silly," she sniffed, tucking hair behind Kagome's ear. "You found that special someone. No other couple I've ever met loved each other more than you two. I am sure, no, I'm positive that if you were in Bankotsu's place, you would have done the same. If Bankotsu had told you what he was going to do, you probably would've wanted to die with him." Sango squeezed Kagome's hands. "But no. He didn't want you to die right now! He wanted the carefree, happy girl he fell in love with to live and be happy forever, with or without him by her side physically. Bankotsu loved you so much Kagome! So much that he gave his own life for you! How many men would do that for their girlfriends?"
Kagome's bitter, cold exterior melted instantly and her once cold tears warmed. "I love him! Sango, I love Bankotsu, too!" she mumbled into her friend's coat.
After her sobbing subsided, Kagome breathed in deeply. "Sango," she said with the same optimistic smile she always wore, "Thank you for everything but can you please give me a couple of minutes?"
Nodding, Sango walked away, after announcing she'd be waiting in the car if she needed anything.
Once Sango was away, the girl kneeled down next to the gravestone, her head laying against it.
"Bankotsu, thank you for everything. All these memories are mine," thinking about it for a split second, she shook her head, "no, not mine, ours… to share forever. I will treasure them and hold them close to my heart. Bankotsu, I love you and I will never forget you, not a single shred of our shared memories will be forgotten. You'll be in my heart and my prayers." She remained laying there, somehow feeling safety and comfort next to her boyfriend's tombstone.
"Kagome!" a voice called over. "You didn't decide to follow him yet, right?" Sango shouted, a hint of amusement in her joke.
"Heh, I was thinking about it but then attending two funeral services in a week would piss off my relatives!" Kagome called back. She got up and bowed respectfully to the gravestone before running off.
Sango grinned when Kagome caught up to her. "I really thought I'd either find you dead or trying to fuck the tombstone," she teased.
Kagome rolled her eyes amusingly. "Pfft! Don't hate me cause I have a good sex life!"
Sango shook her head amusingly. "I'm glad you're back to your old self… He would really appreciate it."
Kagome sighed humorously. "He also would have appreciated me fucking his tombstone!"
Sango laughed. "Hey, how bout we go and get some pizza?"
Kagome gave her friend a big grin. "Yeah! It was one of Bankotsu and mine's favorites!"
"Don't be stupid!" Sango snorted. "Pizza is everyone's favorite!"
-.-.-.-
Sniff! Hic! the young girl rubbed her arms across her face. Kneeling beside her, Kagome smiled. "Hey, don't you want to play?" Looking up at Kagome, the little girl's face brightened and she extended her hand.
Which, Kagome accepted.
I'll be seeing you, love. Til then, wait for me.
Based on legend of:
Motorcycle crash. A couple was riding in a motorcycle and when the boyfriend noticed that the brakes messed up. So his girlfriend wouldn't panic, he said nothing about it but made her put on the helmet. They then crashed. The loving boyfriend exchanged his life for his girlfriend's, leaving her with only a few injuries.
A/N:
As soon as I read this urban legend I instantly had the plan in my head: Bankotsu, the dead boyfriend who sacrificed his life for his love's, and Kagome, the survivor of the incident. After reading the small, one paragraph legend, my mind became overflowing with various questions. What was the girlfriend's reaction when she woke up to find out her boyfriend was dead? Did she grieve a lot? How long had they been dating? Had they been close? What would have been Kagome's reaction in this predicament?
With these unanswered questions in my head and my muses encouraging me, I decided to start my new story with this particular urban legend, which also happened to be one of my favorites. I hope that I managed to capture the downside to romance that I'm quite unfamiliar with: the depression that happens when one you love is gone. Because I'm a romantic comedy authoress this urban legend came out kinda sappy towards the end but overall, I'm proud of how it turned out. Well, that's all really. Hope you enjoyed!
Ja ne!
SangOtaku6