Train Wreck

Boy has it been a while. First Christmas, then New Years and finally my birthday on Jan. 9th. I’m finally 20!! It’s been a busy couple of weeks for me. But in between I managed to get and watch the next volume of Sukisho (vol.2) and Kyo Kara Maoh(vol.5). I love those shows! Oh and school is started up again on the 17th. Damn! Anyway, sorry for the wait. Here are the shout outs for you all.

Chikky~ Please don’t cry, he’s alive I promise. The story wouldn’t be as fun if he wasn’t.

rslover~ Does that mean you like it? lol

The soul~ Thank you so much! But I can’t take all the credit. My beta helps with all my mistakes.

Miztikal_Dragon~ Thank you! lol, sorry I had to. I know this isn’t asap but I hope you’ll still like it.

Chocho~ I enjoy being mean at the appropriate time. lol, don’t start getting conceded on me now.

Setsuna ~ I’m sorry. I hate it when people cry, cause then I start crying too! Don’t worry, he might be ok. Hehe.

wictea~ LOL! I couldn’t help but laugh while reading your review. It was great. Thanks! I do love making people suffer and the part with the woman being apart of it all will become clearer soon. I hope. I’m trying to finish so here’s the next chapter for ya. :)


Disclaimer~ Don’t own in any way except story idea and a few made up characters.

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Chapter 12~ Tears

The train continued on its way, moving on the tracks, most of the passengers fast asleep. The engineer was working to keep the train moving and the conductor was keeping watch of the tracks, checking all of the systems on the console.

Fujisaki was sleeping with his seat laying flat, parallel to the floor. One arm across his stomach and the other over his eyes. Hiro was awake reading a book. Turning the page, a yawn racked his body, bringing tired tears to his eyes. Hiro closed the book, marking his place and wiped at the water. Reaching up, he turned off the little light above his head shrouding them both in semi-darkness.

Just off the horizon, the sun was still rising, bringing with it a new day. Most of the blinds on the train were closed with the exception of a few. Only a small percentage of the dawning light swept in the car.

Exhausted from a long night, Hiro finally decided to sleep for a while to rest his eyes. Before they closed, he looked out in the distance up ahead and saw some smoke rising to the sky. His mind free of thoughts, Hiro shrugged it off and fell asleep.

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While they slept, the train moved steadily closer to the smoke that was beginning to fill the sky, a dark cloud separating in the morning air. The conductor checked the console thoroughly and was keeping a watchful eye on the tracks.

Just as the train cleared a curve, the wreckage came into view. In front of the fast moving train was another train that lay on its right side, jammed up against the mountain and blocking the tracks. Smoke rose from its midsection, peeking out through all the rocks and dust that covered it. The conductor took it all in including the bent inward metal frame and the smashed windows, all while the train came closer.

As realization struck and the image reached his brain, his eyes widened in fear and a surprised gasp escaped his mouth. He frantically reached out for the emergency brake, needing to stop the train before it hit. When his hand closed over the lever a pain erupted from the back of his head and lights danced in front of his eyes. His vision tunneled and the conductor fell to the ground. Unable to pull the brake before he collapsed, the train kept moving forward at a high speed.

Within seconds that seemed more like snapshots, the train smashed into the wreckage without any warning to the passengers. Those who had their seats laying flat slid down their chairs with the impact and jerked awake as their feet hit the floor. Bodies flew forward to the back of the seat in front of their own. Most were able to bring up their hands in time to take the brunt of the impact before their faces bashed into the fabric covered seat.

The conductor’s car was flattened as it hit, the conductor himself unconscious of the pain as his body was compressed. The moving train continued to push at the wreckage compressing the damaged car. The metal of its frame bent in and outwards and the windows popped out of their holes.

The wreckage was pushed forward causing it to grind against the rock wall. The vibrations from the scraping traveling up to the top, shaking loose the boulders that held when the train first crashed. They shook before coming loose from their settings and, slowly at first, began to fall down the side of the mountain, gaining speed as they fell.

The train stopped moving forward when it lost its speed and the wreckage settled once again in its place. The dust started to settle but couldn’t finish the job as the rocks fell closer.

Some passengers from the new train, who had regained their equilibrium quicker then others, stuck their head out the open windows to glance at what happened. Nothing seemed real at that moment. It was like everything was fiction. They watched as right before their eyes, the wreckage, already too gone to repair, was crushed even more, if possible, when the rocks finally reached their target. Denting sides and assaulting windows, even damaging the connection between cars as the walkways were torn from their hinges.

Some brought their heads back in as small pebbles assaulted their faces. The rest continued to watch in horror. The last car of the wreckage in front of them, the one they hit, was being swamped with boulders. All of them seemed to be attracted to that car alone. It was crushed and trampled from the top, which was already weakened from the impact of the other train compressing it to half its size. From the look of it, it wouldn’t be able to withstand the weight of all the boulders that were pilling up.

As if reading their minds, the metal frame started to creak and sing out. Just as they blinked the grit out of their eyes, the top side fell in. It fell down with a loud sound and crushed all of its occupants.

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Hiro opened his eyes and looking around saw the state the train was in. Considering what happened, the interior wasn’t too badly damaged. Not too many sets of luggage fell from the compartments above and a fairly large amount of people were still in their respectful seats. Only the occasional person was strewn on the floor.

Fujisaki opened his eyes, squinting into the light that was shinning on his face from the window that didn’t have its blinds down any longer. He tried to shift himself to get the dawning light out of his eyes and ended up falling, hitting the ground with his side.

Hiro watched as Fujisaki fell off his seat, barely able to contain his laugh as he hit the isle. Suguru lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked up at the sound of someone snickering and narrowed his eyes when they settled on Hiro. Ignoring him, Fujisaki got up and looked around for anyone that needed assistance.

Stifling his amusement, Hiro got up as well only to have a suitcase fall out of the compartment above him and land on his head before it fell to the seat where Fujisaki had just been.

Hearing the thunk, Fujisaki turned to Hiro and laughed when Hiro placed a hand to his head. He only decided to make a comment when Hiro winced in pain. “If it hurt that much maybe you don’t have enough cushion in your head.”

Hiro slanted his eyes to Suguru and questioned, “Are you implying that I’m brainless?”

“Among other things.” Fujisaki smiled as he helped a lady unbuckle her seatbelt and stand up to stretch.

Hiro walked over to an older man trying to get up off the floor. Putting his hands under the man’s arms, Hiro lifted him up onto a seat then turned to Fujisaki. “I’m not the one who lost their temper with the conductor and fell off their seat just by trying to stand up.”

Fujisaki closed a fist and narrowed his eyes, looking at Hiro. “It’s pretty hard not to lose your temper with you around making comments. And for your information I was trying to get the sun out of my eyes.” Hiro smiled in a way that you knew meant he was laughing.

Fujisaki turned to look out the window by his seat to get a look at the outside, ignoring Hiro. Just when his head cleared the window his eyes landed on a train that wasn’t their own. It was in front of theirs, up against the rock wall. It looked like it was demolished, like no one could have possibly been alive any longer. When Fujisaki gasped, Hiro turned from helping someone to pull at the luggage pilled up on a seat up by the door. “What is it?”

“I think I recognize that other train.”

“What train?” Curious, Hiro excused himself and jogged over to another window and stuck his head out. His eyes grazed over the wreckage and he knew what Fujisaki was talking about. It looked like the train that had headed for Tokyo. The one that Eiri and Shuichi were supposed to be on.

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Kyoko’s grasp on Shuichi loosened and he took the opening to bolt back to Eiri. He had to make sure Eiri was safe, that he would be okay. Just as he was about to climb up, a sound of shifting rocks banged around just above his head and without warning came crashing down, sealing the entrance of the walkway.

Shuichi let go of the ledge and took a step back, in total disbelief. His face paled even more and his eyes were like huge saucers. He shook his head back and forth slowly at first while his mind began to process what happened. “No, no no no no. No! NO! Eiri! EIRI!” Shuichi screamed, his breath quickening to a rapid pace. This cannot be happening. It can’t, Shuichi thought as his mind raced.

Kyoko ran forward, grabbing his shoulders and tried to turn him around but Shuichi pulled back his shoulders from her grasp. Kyoko, unfazed, tried again, this time placing a hand on his upper arm. Shuichi jerked his arm away and stepped forward out of her reach. “Don’t you dare touch me!” Shuichi hissed.

Her face was filled with sympathy and eyes beginning to water, brimming with tears. “I’m really sor…” Kyoko began only to be cut short by Shuichi’s yell.

“SHUT UP!” Shuichi screamed it and paused to take a breath. Slowly he turned around to look Kyoko in the eyes. His were red and wet from crying and the look in his eyes was heart braking. The once happy light seemed to have been extinguished and his face gave the impression that his heart was broken. In a soft voice, Shuichi continued, “This is all your fault. I could have saved him. He could have been right here next to me if it wasn’t for you.”

Kyoko looked confused and hurt; she didn’t understand what he was saying. “What are you talking about? If it wasn’t for me you would be dead. Just like that man in there who was stupid enough to go wandering around after I told him not to. I decided to do something nice by saving you so you wouldn’t have to go join him. He was a lost cause, already beyond saving. There was nothing you could have done short of going with him.”

“He was my husband and I loved him! I would have preferred to die with him!” Shuichi screamed at her, tears falling down his face in a waterfall. Sobs racked his body, preventing him from speaking any further and his knees buckled causing him to fall to the floor. Shuichi wrapped his arms around his body and began rocking back and forth as Kyoko watched.

“He’s okay. He’s got to be alright. I know he’s going to make it,” Shuichi mumbled to himself, sniffling and trying to calm himself down as his tears streamed down his face.

Kyoko took a step forward and sighed. A heavy weight seemed to settle on her shoulders. “Look. I really am sorry about all this. I only had the best intentions when I got you out of there. I didn’t know being saved would make up so upset.”

Shuichi wiped at his eyes and stifled his sobs. He placed his hands on the ground, pushing himself up. Shuichi slid one hand in his pocket and the other around his waist, keeping his head down. “I know. Sorry I got so emotional,” he said quietly. Then lifted his head and sighed. The light was still gone from his eyes but you could tell he was making an effort not to think about the events that just happened. Determined not to cry anymore; at least not for a while. He looked at Kyoko, not really looking her in the eyes but still glancing her way. “I’m Shuichi,” he said quietly still, nodding his head in a way that Eiri always did.

“The name’s Kyoko, nice to meet you. I’m a doctor so I could treat your wounds if you like.”

“Sure,” Shuichi said softly in response. Tears formed in his eyes again and one each fell from his eyes, down his face to fall on the dirty ground. Shuichi just thought one thing the whole time…

Eiri.