A/n: So I just saw that for some reason FFnet didn't upload the second chapter of Special Day...like okay...thanks FFnet...I'll get that fixed in a second because I didn't even realize it wasn't up (maybe I didn't hit upload? Ugh why didn't anyone tell me? ;w; )
Anyhoo, because Saki-dono is soooooo demanding (smiles) and because I love her so much I'm posting my SS drabbles that I have been doing on Tumblr (go there if you want to stalk me...I am literally on there everyday if not my SS drabbles are! hehehe).
I'll have this say "complete" but really it's just a large collection of drabbles I have been doing over the past year when I should have been updating my major fics (yes I'm horrible I know). But I hope you enjoy? I have TONS of SS drabbles from tumblr so I'll be posting them up every couple of days (or every weekend) because I am literally always writing a new one every other week. Seriously, I am not lying ask my tumblr friends...they are probably tired of me writing so much. (laughs)
So yes, sit back and enjoy the free Judai and Johan goodness from yours truly~ ;3
This one is from a tumblr prompt...and who doesn't like a good Zombie Drabble?
*Update* Oh yes forgot...if you want to follow me or just stalk me on tumblr then just go here: niji-zakksu . tumblr . com
Warning: Character Death and...yeah...I'm sorry lovelies that my first drabble I'm presenting is a sad one.
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It wouldn't stop.
The blood wouldn't stop. There was so much…so much red. He didn't know what to do. What could he say? That everything was going to be alright? That it was just a bad dream? No. They both knew that was far too much of a lie now to utter….so…
Johan continued rewrapping the wound on Judai's shoulder, ignoring the dazed expression on the brunette's face. Ignoring the way the blood soaked through the ragged once-white ripped piece of his blouse he was now using as a bandage. The teal-haired male blinked back tears as he felt Judai's shaky hand grasp his—stopping him from finishing.
"Johan…stop." Were the first words Judai spoken since the…
The blunette shook his head to rid himself of such thoughts. He was going to be ok…It'll be ok. They will be ok.
Johan gave Judai a shaky smile. "Let me finish wrapping it Judai…We are safe here for a little while…" Green eyes quickly did a swift sweep over the premises of their hideout—an old abandoned shack of some sort. Yes, they were safe for now…the sun would rise soon.
Brown eyes stared off to the side for a moment before Judai slowly closed them and sighed.
"…Johan…" He whispered gently, his tone tired and lax.
Johan felt his hands once again restrained as the brunette tugged them forward. "Judai please I—"
"Stop…just…" Judai trailed off softly, head leaning back against the concrete wall. His body was slumped up against the far corner—blood coating his ripped red blazer an even darker red. With his eyes still closed, the brunette shook his head wearily. "Enough…it won't ever heal…"
It won't ever heal
The words echoed through the emptiness.
It won't ever heal
No, Johan wouldn't accept that. Of course it could! They just needed to keep moving, keep running and sooner or later they'll find a way out of this hell they—
It won't ever heal
"Judai…what are you..?" Johan laughed humorlessly. "Don't be silly Judai we can—"
Dark golden eyes snapped open and locked with weary green. The silence stretching as the two gazed deeply at one another. The message was clear.
It won't ever heal
"Johan you need…to—" Judai suddenly coughed, his chest heaving as he brought a fisted hand to his mouth. Johan sunk on his knees further as he tried helping him.
"Here! Let me get you some…" Judai pulled back his hand, a deep red stain smearing his entire palm. Johan stared unblinkingly at the sight.
He chuckled. "I'm running out…of time." Brown eyes watched fingers tremble as he wheezed in pain. Everything was hurting. From the throbbing of his head to the shivers running down his spine and the slow beating of his heart, everything was slowly fading—getting darker and blurrier.
Judai was out of time.
What could be said now? What was to be done? Johan didn't know anymore…
Suddenly there was a light rustle of metal rasping against wood before a shaky hand lifted a bloodstained pistol—the gun pointed toward locks of brown hair.
"…Johan…"
No. No, this can't be happening.
"Judai no…I-I can't I…" Blue hair swayed back and forth as a stinging sensation blurred his already teary vision.
This can't be happening.
That outstretched hand swayed for a moment before it fell—the weight now too heavy for the once abled body. Without meaning to, Johan reached out and grasped Judai's arm, hands clutching on the grip of the pistol without thinking.
Judai grinned grimly.
"I…would…myself…but…" The blunette shook his head.
"Don't…don't say that…" Brown eyes closed briefly before averting his head.
His entire right arm was numb. The once reassuring grip of the dark tainted bat he held in his right hand was now lax. He couldn't feel his fingers or the once nerve-racking pain his shoulder gave off every time he walked.
There was so much blood.
Judai knew this was it.
"I'm…" He hissed in pain, another rack of coughs taking over him—green eyes watching with worry. Once settled, Judai squeezed his left hand around the gun Johan still held tightly in his hands. Pale glazed hazel eyes squinted up slowly. "I'm sorry."
This can't be happening.
"No. You…Judai you—"
This can't be happening…
"Jo—"
This can't be happening.
"Please…I-I can't—"
This CAN'T be happening.
"Joha—"
THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!
"Stop! Just stop! I can't! I won't! I—"
THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!
"JOHAN!"
Silence.
Knees buckled before the shivering body dropped against the weakening body before him, the pistol laid between them like a hot painful reminder.
"Please Judai…I can't…no…no, you're going to be ok…please…Judai please!" His voice muffled against Judai's (uninjured) shoulder, tears falling freely but no longer caring at this point.
The brunette couldn't move either arm (one trapped between both bodies and the other now a numb alien appendage turning a pale ash gray color) so he opted to lean his head softly against Johan's. His breath shallow and his eyes dimmed, Judai tried soothing him with soft comforting words.
Johan didn't know what to do. It had happened so fast. The little friends that they had left were waiting for them at the rendezvous point. Jim, O'Brien, Kenzan, and Asuka…they were waiting for them…for the both of them.
"It's…going to be…okay. You've always been…so strong…you can do it…Johan." Judai's voice carried out gently.
Johan wanted to scream.
Okay? It's going to be ok? No…it wasn't…it'll never be ok…not anymore.
But instead of lashing out, Johan buried his face against Judai's neck further and wished to be back at the old worn down red Slifer dorm. The comfort of those familiar four walls and the lazy carefree days of school life spent together side-by-side…
Now seemed so far away…
"Judai…" Voice hoarse from crying and eyes red, Johan peeked up at the heart aching sight.
Judai was so pale. The once tan skin was slowing turning a sickening ashy grey color. His chest barely moved unless one focused intently at the small rise and fall of his weak lungs trying to grasp any ounce of air. His hair matted with sweat and clothes drenched in dirt and blood—the darker stains from them that he caused with the swing of his bat and now of the ever present red liquid refusing to stop. The dreadful wound a startling pale gaping red hole through the slim bindings. The only thing still constant was the sharp look in those hazel eyes but even they were slowly losing their luster…
He wasn't ever going to be ok.
Johan knew that but…
"Please…Johan…I don't have…much…" Green eyes fluttered shut.
"I know…" Judai blinked slowly in response—the black spots swarming his fading vision.
Johan slowly leaned back against his knees, staring up at Judai softly as brown eyes tried focusing on the blunette. Judai gave him a weak smile—trickle of blood dripping sluggishly down his warm chin. A creamy hand brushed back unruly hair as emerald eyes imprinted every single thing into his memory.
He smiled back sweetly, eyes drifting shut as he leaned forward. Rosy lips met chapped pale ones as a serene comfort overtook them. The brunette sighed softly as he too closed his own eyes, committing to memory the shy feel of those lips he had always wanted to kiss. If he had known such a thing—something from movies and comic books—could happen to them so easily and so quickly, Judai wouldn't have wasted any time with Johan.
He would have told him everything he felt the day he realized them.
Judai chuckled sadly; figuring now would just have to do.
The silence stretched as Johan pulled back, not caring about the small smudge of blood on his face or the impending doom now held between his fingers. The two locked eyes. And in that moment everything they ever needed to say was conveyed between hazel and emerald.
It was time.
The two remained their eye contact neither male wanting to let go of each other's sight. Johan stood on unbalanced legs, hands gripping tightly on the steel slab held in their grasp. Judai released his hold and felt his now growing numb left arm drop unceremoniously beside him—he wasn't sure, he could barely feel anything below his chest at this point.
All he could do now was see and hear—and even that was getting harder to maintain.
Johan's tears continued running down flushed cheeks, eyes teary and heart beating behind his ears as he slowly raised the dreaded contraption up higher.
The small little shack, the slowly lit up world, and the roaming things outside were for once forgotten and unimportant as the gun was now pointed directly at mounds of dark brown-orange hair. Those determined dark orbs slowly fading from their warm familiar brown to an almost unholy golden color.
The two stared at one another as a new deathly silence fell upon them. Neither moved nor breathed as the gentle lull of their hearts ached together as one.
His hands trembled as he took aim, eyes wide open and lower lip bit harshly. Judai watched him under the barrel of the gun, eyes clear and a sense of relief in them.
He could feel the infection spreading. He could feel himself slipping…losing the tiny bit of humanity left.
But Judai knew Johan wouldn't let him fall and become…become…one of them.
Johan took a deep breath, hands stilled as he pulled back the safety—index finger flex and ready at the trigger. His vision was blurry again, the tears overflowing and relentless as small hiccups burst through a tight knotted throat.
Judai smiled one last time—his eyes tearing slightly and heart lurching painful as it took its last final beats.
And then…
Bruised lips parted and whispered softly.
"I love you…"
Fingers shook as parting words echoed gently through dying lips.
"I love you too…"
A broken smile was seen as green eyes shined for the last time.
BANG
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The sound of a body slamming against the wall before falling in the arms of a broken boy while strains of muffled tearful screams filled the room as the sun slowly slipped through the horizon.
The stumbling horrid sight of them now an ever present threat, yet the promise of a new day looming a small ray of hope over the small ruined lonely shack.
FIN
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Tumblr Prompt: Imagine your OTP in a zombie apocalypse, character A being forced to shoot character B because they are turning into a zombie.
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