Here's the first chapter of my new story! Please let me know what you think!

I do not own Sekkai Ichi Hatsukoi!

It had happened in an instant.

One minute I was walking to the back of the plane and the next I was lying face down on wet earth.

My body was numb and I could only faintly hear Kisa screaming my name and stumbling through the wreckage in the dark; over bodies, luggage and debris.

"Ritsu! Oh god, Ritsu! Please no! You can't take him too!" He screeched as he crawled under part of the plane that had pinned my right leg underneath it.

"K-kisa," I whimpered as he leaned over me and pushed at the enormous lump of metal. I screamed as it pressed further onto my leg.

"Stop!" someone yelled from behind Kisa. "You're hurting him more!" Suddenly Kisa's face was gone and I could see a tall blonde haired man pulling him away and back toward a small group of men.

Sobs wracked through my body at the pain that had awoken inside me, the numbness gone. "Kisa!" I yelled through tears. "Don't leave me! Please!" I could see him struggle with the man but he was held back.

Some of the men from the group walked closer but the man that held Kisa stayed away. "It's okay, we won't leave you," a voice said from out of my line of vision. "You three, lift up on my count. Ready?" The voice, a man's voice now that I could hear it clearly, counted to three and on three the piece was lifted and an even greater amount of agony tortured my body as I was pulled backwards and out from underneath the piece of metal.

My body jerked spasmodically as coughs erupted from my throat. The metallic tang in my mouth suggested something I didn't even want to fathom. If I was tasting blood, I was bleeding somewhere else.

I couldn't stop the tears that fell from my face but when I heard a voice above me I could almost believe that everything was better; that my only family hadn't just crashed a plane carrying hundreds of people who were most likely dead and that I was now alone, again, except for my best and only friend, Kisa.

"Hey, hey, hey," it called with a gentle hand to my face. "You're gunna be alright. What's your name, kid?"

I sniffled through my pain and tears. It had become a dull throbbing even though I knew that it had to be badly broken, if not shattered. "Ono-Onodera Ritsu." I whimpered widening my eyes to catch a glimpse of the face that belonged to the melodic voice above me.

Golden brown eyes stared into mine and I heard him inhale sharply. "Please. I d-don't wanna die." My voice shook as I reached one of my aching hands up to where his hand was touching my hot flesh.

His gaze softened further and he said something else but I didn't catch it. My head fell back against the ground with a solid thump and my whole body went slack, my eyes rolling backward as I fell into a blank unconsciousness.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself in my blissful serenity but the searing agony that tore through my body woke me instead. I couldn't stop the hiss and whimper of pain that escaped me as I tried to sit up. A pair of wet hands pushed my body back down.

"Whoa there," someone said from above me. "Oi, Takano, you're sleeping beauty is awake."

My vision was blurry but when it cleared I could see a man only slightly older than me leaning over me and pressing his hand to my chest. He had dark hair, dark blue eyes and there was something about him that was distinctly bear-like.

"W-w-where's Kisa?" I said, ignoring the pain as best as I could and trying to push the large hand away. "Is he okay? H-he's not hurt is he? Y-you're not hurt are you?"

"Shhh," a new voice, the melodic one from before, interrupted. "He went with Yukina to get some wood. He's fine, Yokozawa's fine, everyone is fine, just some scrapes and bruises. You're the one that has the worst injuries. Kisa's been really worried about you, kid. How old are you guys anyways? Aren't you two a little young to be flight attendants?"

I gave up on trying to struggle my way to a sitting position and let my head hit the ground. "I'm not a kid. I'm almost 25 and Kisa's older than me. I-is the pilot…?" my voice trailed off. I already knew the answer but I needed to hear it from someone else.

"Dead." Yokozawa said in a tone of finality. My breathing hitched and I couldn't help the tear that slipped down the side of my face. He had been awful to me, hated me ever since his wife died, beat me when he felt like it, but he had been kind before. Almost like a real father to me, and now he was dead and I was truly alone.

"Hey." The other man called out, a warm hand wiping away the lost tear. "I know you're in pain here but I gave you some pain meds I had with me. Hopefully they'll last until we're found."

I turned my head away from the two men. "He is…was my adopted father…he was all I had left." I whispered. Another tear leaked from the corner of my eye. He had done this. He had killed all of those people. I wanted so badly to be able to hate him but I couldn't. I couldn't hate the man who had taken me in.

"Ritsu!" Kisa's voice interrupted my thoughts. I jerked my head around, wincing at the pain it produced.

"Kisa…" my voice trailed off when I caught sight of him. His white button-down shirt was brown with dirt and dried blood. His bottom lip and eyebrow were split and there was a dark purple bruise running along his cheekbone.

He dropped the wood he was carrying and ran to me. I ignored the pain that tore through my chest when he squeezed me tightly and held back the coughs I felt tickling my throat, afraid they would bring up something metallic and red.

"I'm so sorry, Kisa." I cried into his neck as he held me tighter. "This was all my fault. If I hadn't asked you to come with me…you'd be okay."

His gripped tightened around me. "Don't you say that, Ritsu! I'm fine and this was in no way you're fault. If it was anyone's fault it was your damn fathers!"

"So are you two…?" a voice interrupted. The blonde man from before had picked up Kisa's pile of wood and come over to the small grouping around us.

Kisa looked up, a light pink blush coloring his cheeks as he looked at the man. "N-no, he's my best friend."

I wanted to laugh. Even in the darkest of times my friend Kisa had found himself a target. Kisa let go of his death grip in order to hold onto my hand.

"Well, I guess introductions are in order." The golden eyed man said as he watched us with a look I couldn't quite distinguish on his face. "My name is Masamune Takano and this is my colleague Takafumi Yokozawa." He gestured to himself and then to the dark man sitting next to my head. "We are doctors and we were on our way to a village when the plane went down."

"I'm Kou Yukina, you know, the Kou Yukina?" the blonde haired man said. When I stared at him blankly Kisa explained.

"Ritsu doesn't watch many movies," he said to the blonde man. "Kou is an actor." He said to me.

My eyes widened. I had no idea celebrity's road on our airline. "I was on my way to my next movie set location when the plane went down." He said.

"There are three others but they're still gathering wood." Yokozawa said. My heart dropped.

"That's it? We're all that's left?" I asked, my heart breaking for all of those who had their life stolen from them.

Silence fell over the group. "I'm sorry." I said quietly as tears dripped onto my hands. "I'm so sorry."

No one dared speak into the quiet but I felt a strong arm around my shoulders and turned to see Takano staring straight ahead into the growing darkness. When I leaned into him, seeking the warmth that his body held, his grip tightened.

"Kisa, Yukina, why don't you go find Chiaki and the others." Yokozawa spoke up from beside me.

Kisa was about to protest but I gave him a smile and assured him I was alright and wanted to meet the others.

He only nodded, his eyes disbelieving.

He was right.

When they had gone back into the woods I let out the coughs I had been holding back. I covered my mouth, feeling a thick wetness that was most definitely not saliva.

Two hands held my shoulders steady and I looked up to see two sets of worried eyes on my face. "I'm okay." I stated, voice muffled behind my hands. One of the hands pulled mine away from my mouth.

I didn't want to see it, but I knew it was there.

Blood coated my hands in thick splatters.

I looked up into dark blue and golden brown eyes. "Please don't tell them," I said as I felt more blood drip from the corner of my mouth.

"Don't tell Kisa."

Okay! Here's the first part of my new story! I hope you enjoyed it and please review to tell me what you think about it!