I have no idea where the hell I'm going with this story yet. An actual plot is only starting to form now.
As always I own nothing but my twisted imagination. I make nothing from this accept the mild sense of personal satisfaction that I can type really fast with all 10 fingers.
This takes place after all the madness of the manga story line.
A Single Spark
When you really think about the universe you have to stop thinking in terms of the here and now. When you look up into the sky you are looking across the infinite amounts of nothing at all that has always existed and will always exist even after we are gone. When you try to think about the size of the universe and your place in it, you attempt to think about where it ends. The problem is that, if you can imagine and end to the universe you still have to wonder what is beyond that end. Even if you imagine there is nothing at all, it's still something, something that exists by being nothing. Once you realize there is no conceivable end of the universe's age or size, you realize that possibilities are endless as well. After all there surely is enough room and time for every possible scenario to be tried at one point or another. It turns out that today was the day that one of those very rare possibilities coalesced into something that had never happened before.
Shuichi Shindou looked at the signs on the door of his lover's office. The one sign read: Do not enter, a second sign read: Go away Shuichi, and a third sign read: Beware of PMSing novelist. (Ok, Shuichi wrote that one, he couldn't resist) Shuichi knew that on the other side of that door, Yuki was struggling to make the approaching deadline he had in two days. Shuichi felt a pang of guilt when he thought about the deadline, because he was to blame for Yuki being so behind. Well, it wasn't totally his fault. For some reason the computer just blanked out when Shuichi had tried to use it, actually it kind of just blew. The crash had all the makings of a power surge, but nobody could figure out how that was possible on a computer that wasn't hooked up to anything.
Shuichi Shindou was, for all intents and purposes, both an idiot and a genius. Some days he was like a very annoying 5-year-old child and other days, he was something else. This was one of those 'something else' days. The energy he displayed as the vocalist for the number one band in Japan was immeasurable. He was at the top of his game. Everything should have been perfect in his life, but something was wrong. It was the kind of something that made him feel out of place at odd moments, a restless feeling that squeezed at his heart every so often. Usually when he had these feelings he sought comfort in the arms of his lover. Sometimes this alone was enough to chase the feeling away, but today it looked like that wasn't gonna' happen.
Shuichi sighed and retired to the couch. He wanted to do something, anything. He felt the walls of the apartment closing in on him and he felt itchy, incredibly restless and itchy. There was a sensation crawling under is skin, an unspoken urge that struggled to be comprehended. It felt like he had been given thirty cups of coffee and then duck taped snugly to a wall to think. He felt like every cell in his brain was firing at once. Shuichi rolled over and looked up at the ceiling. He tried listening to his own heartbeat in an attempt to relax. It wasn't working. For as long as he could remember he had been having moments like this, but lately he noticed these fits had started to become more common and more intense. He was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with him. He wanted to run or scream or fight or something, anything that would relieve the feeling coursing throughout his body. He felt like he could just burst into flame at any moment.
He didn't know why but he held up his hand. Holding his index finger and thumb about three inches apart he concentrated on the space between his fingers. He wasn't sure why he was doing this. He only knew the itchiness seemed to now rush to his hand. Which felt a bit better for the rest of his body. He wasn't sure how long he stared like that, but he noticed his thoughts became clearer as he concentrated. It was as if, for that moment, he began to finally understand something.
As Shuichi studied his hand and the new sensation he was feeling, a spark of power flashed between his fingers. He looked in shock. What just happened? That had to be a trick of the sunlight or something. The reflection off of a passing car outside, yea that's all it was. He tried it again, another tiny flicker of light shot from one finger to the other. Holy shit. Shuichi looked at his hand. He tried again this time pointing his finger to one of the bulbs in the ceiling fan. He concentrated on the bulb. A spark shot out from his hand and with a sharp pop. The bulb shattered, raining tiny bits of glass down onto the floor below.
It was at this point that Yuki had managed to retrieve the lost info on his not completely fried hard drive. With a sigh of relief he managed to save the rest of the novel, which meant he could once again join the outside world, even though he wasn't really sure if that was a good thing. He was just getting up from his desk when he heard the pop from the bulb outside. He as he poked his head out of his office, he looked around for the source of the noise and found his lover staring at bits of bulb on the floor looking completely dumbstruck. Shuichi looked up and said with awe, "Look Yuki I broke it!"
"Yes, so I see. Good for you." Yuki said while running his hand through his hair. "It's official we now have solid proof that it takes more than one idiot to change a light bulb."
"No Yuki" Shuichi protested, "I broke it without touching it."
Yuki raised an eyebrow, "If you didn't touch it then how did it break? Psychic stupidity?"
"I'm not sure how I did it. I just did. Watch this." Shuichi pointed to the remote control on the coffee table. He stared at it intently for a few moments.
Yuki sighed as he realized his lover had finally gone insane. "That's really great you can point and squint like that, but that does not explain why you broke the bulb."
"Yuuuki, just shut up for a minute. I can do this" but as Shuichi spoke a spark of light shot from his hand and hit the remote. The remote was knocked off the table and sent skittering across the floor. When it stopped a thin column of smoke was rising from it.
Now it was Yuki's turn to be dumbstruck. If his eyebrows had gone any higher they would have needed to be scraped of the ceiling, "What the fuck? You just killed the remote. How the hell did you do that?"
"I don't know. I can't think. My head is killing me now." Shuichi puffed as he flopped onto the couch, holding his head.
Yuki was still in shock. He looked at Shuichi he didn't know what to think. This wasn't something normal people were able to do, but since when was Shuichi ever normal? Yuki sat down on the couch and was immediately covered in a lapful of Shuichi.
"Yuki do you think I'm weird?" Shuichi's eyes were huge and pleading.
Yuki looked at him incredulously "Are you kidding?"
"Yukiiiii, do you think I'm weird?" Shuichi repeated his voice rising in agitation.
Yuki looked at his lover a second before answering, "Yes."
"Yuki! I'm scared. I don't know what's happening to Me."
"Maybe you're finally going through puberty." Yuki was recovering from his shock and remembering he had some 'Shuichi time' he wanted to catch up on.
"Yuki! I'm serious!" Shuichi's voice was now reaching full whine mode.
"Yea, I heard weird things happen during puberty. Are you growing any chest hair?" He said with a small grin wile playfully lifting Shu's shirt.
"Yuki cut that out!" Shuichi griped as he struggled with Yuki for control of his shirt, "Puberty was eight years ago"
Yuki was ignoring Shuichi's protests. "Then how come you never grew any chest hair?"
"I did, I mean I do. I shave it." Shuichi said as wile trying to pull his shirt back down.
Yuki stopped for a second and Yuki stared at his lover. "You shave your chest? For the love of god why?"
"I like being you know, smooth." Shuichi said sheepishly.
"You have got to be kidding me. What else do you shave? No wait, don't answer that. I don't want to know." Yuki tackled Shuichi and pinned his lover under him. "I do know it's been a bit too long since the last time we spent time together. Why don't we do a little catching up?" he said with a lustful grin while making a second attempt to undress his lover.
"Yuki my head hurts and I am not in the mood right now!" Shuichi tried pushing Yuki off. "Yuki! Cut it out!" Yelled in frustration. Pop! The end table lamp just exploded. Spraying the both of them with bits of bulb.
"Shuichi! What did you do that for?" Yuki stood up brushing himself off.
Shuichi was stunned, "but, but I didn't mean to do that. I don't even know how I did it. Ow, man, my head hurts and I think I have glass in my hair."
"Serves you right. Now clean that up wile I order us something to eat." Yuki snorted wile heading off to the kitchen, agitated that he wasn't getting any tonight.
Later That Night---
Shuichi couldn't sleep. He was starting to feel restless again. He stared blankly at the bedroom window watching, or rather it was more like feeling the storm gathering there in the sky. He felt something tug at him as he watched a distant flicker of lightning. His heart quickened to the low, threatening growl of the thunder. He felt like something was calling him. The winds started to up throwing about dirt and bits of leaves. Shuichi could feel the power of the storm growing by the minute. He could smell the rain and sense the drop in pressure as the storm crept ever closer.
Careful not to wake his lover he slipped out of the bed, snuck out of the bedroom, and headed out onto the balcony. As he stepped outside he noticed a change in the wind. It was that fleeting of moment silence before the storm, the moment when the air becomes as still as death. It's as if the very earth itself seems to hold its breath in anticipation of the rain. It reminded Shuichi of the sound the massive speakers made when they were clicked on for one of his concerts ominous, silent, with only a hint of their massive power electrifying the air as they wait for his song to start.
Then the rain started with the first large clumsy drops pattering around him. He noted how cool they felt on his skin as he stood there letting the rain pelt him. He made his way to the railing as the swirling wind and water began to intensify. The lightning was getting closer, as it flashed it made the hairs on the back of his neck rise up. As the echo of the thunder died away the sky opened up. The rain had come in full force. The lightning flashed dangerously close, but Shuichi didn't even flinch; he was already absorbed into the rush of the wind. It was the blowing in of a new season, the howling wind of change.
Shu just stood there absorbing the power of the storm. As the thunder shook the building, he felt it's roar deep in the pit of his stomach. He felt alive. He felt free. Letting the storm's power flash inches from his skin, was to let everything else fade into the background. The infernal hum in the back of his head seemed to die away with the roar of the storm. He leaned against the railing arms outstretched in an attempt to absorb even more from the swirling torrent. He wanted to go further, but something held him back. There was still one tiny nagging kernel of doubt stuck somewhere in the back of his mind. Something was warning him that he was still in danger of going too far.
The rain came down in sheets. It was the height of the worst thunderstorm of the year. Yuki woke up to the apartment windows rattling from the thunder. Lighting was flickering savagely with barely a pause between the bursts. It was a very dark and angry storm. It took Yuki a few moments to realize he was alone in his bed. His pink haired lover was missing.
The house seemed silent despite the tempest outside. Yuki knew why, it was always felt quiet when the singer was not by his side, no matter how noisy the world was. Maybe he got up to pee, but the bathroom light wasn't on. Yuki got up and made his way across the living room. Where the hell did he go? "Shu?" he said hesitantly glancing at the empty couch. He had just turned around when noticed the light from a flash of lightning had touched on something on the balcony. He looked at the balcony as the lightning flashed again and saw something that that made his blood run cold. Shuichi was leaning over the ledge, what was he doing out in a storm like that? Was he intending to jump?
"Shu?" Shuichi turned his head to see Yuki with a look of fear in his eyes.
"What?" Both Shuichi's eyes and voice were eerily blank.
"What are you doing?" Yuki was trying hard not to sound scared.
"Thinking." He replied as he turned his attention back to the storm.
Yuki didn't really want to know what Shuichi needed to think about outside in a storm. Those kinds of thoughts never bode well. He started rummaging for his cigarettes in anticipation "Does your brain work inside the house, or do you have to be out there to think?"
"Yuki, please stop picking on me." Shuichi's voice was still deadpan calm.
"I am not the one standing on the balcony in the rain doing an impersonation of a lightning rod. Is it that your brain doesn't work unless you are soaked? Does it need water like a plant?"
"I feel strange again and I don't know why." Shuichi wasn't even turning around to look at Yuki when he spoke.
Yuki was urgently hoping Shuichi would give up and just come back in the house already.
"That's because you are strange. You're going to get sick."
"I think I already am."
"Oh stop whining. So you can do weird things. I bet you'll be fun at parties now."
Shuichi gave a dark chuckle, "Gee, thanks for the pep talk."
"You know I hate talking and I don't do pep." Yuki was losing his patience fast. "Your life is what you make of it Shu, Every morning we get up and we have choices. We choose to continue with the way things are or we can change them."
"But I didn't choose this. I don't feel good." Shu's voice rose in competition with the thunder or was it out of frustration. The intensity of the storm seemed to flutter with Shuichi's loss of composure.
"OK Shu, I am all out of clichés, so get down from there and come inside now!"
Shu didn't respond. He wasn't done yet. The lightning flashed again so close. The thunder came as a deafening crack. Shuichi felt a sudden jolt.
Don't worry readers; I wont leave you hanging for long. I gotta end this chapter somewhere, so here looked like a good spot. Evilgrin.
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