Train Wreck

AN: I finally found AFF. Yeah!! thank god it's back. I have been posting on fanfiction. feels weird to be back here posting after all this time. well hopw you enjoy the next couple of chapters. Please review.


Disclaimer: I don’t own nor have I ever owned Gravitation. Just ideas and my own made up characters.

(words)= just to remind you what happened last time.

Chapter 15: Desperate

(“I think there’s someone behind this wall,” Hiro said as Fujisaki stood up to stand beside him. Hiro cupped the sides of his mouth with his hands and yelled back, “Yeah, someone’s here. What’s your name? How can we help?”

“OH thank god! I thought I would never find someone out here. My name’s Kyoko Namagi and I’m a doctor. I’m trapped; there are walls of rocks on either side of me. I don’t have anywhere to go.”)

“Can you please just go back inside and get him out here?” Hiro pleaded to Kyoko.

“Well….I guess I could try.” Kyoko hesitated. “Just make sure you can get us out of here when I come back. There is no way I’m being stuck with this old man.”

Kyoko turned from the piles of rocks she was shouting over and walked back to the hatch she had previously crawled out of. Getting on her hands and knees, Kyoko crawled back into the dimly lit car and slowly got to her feet. When she lifted her head and glanced around to find Shuichi, her eyes went huge.

Shuichi was up in the doorway to the next car trying to move the boulders that were in front of him, blocking his way. He was barely able to fit on the small ledge that he was sitting on and his one foot was holding most of his weight as it rested on a metal handle bar.

Kyoko ran over to him and looked him over in awe. What in the world was he doing? Kyoko glanced down at his hands as Shuichi moved to grab another rock to move out of the way. He pulled it and dragged it along the surface of the door and pushed it off the ledge he was sitting on to have it land with a loud thud on the ground. Looking at the small pile of rocks already down on the ground, Kyoko could guess that Shuichi had been doing this since she left the train.

Once again her eyes were drawn to his hands. His fingers looked dirty and his palms were scratched up. A few knuckles were bleeding and it seemed like a large bruise was appearing on his right hand between his fingers and thumb.

“Shuichi, what are you doing? Stop that!” Kyoko said with conviction, reaching out to grab his hands before they moved away to get another rock. Kyoko held both hands firmly in hers and saw the recognition in Shuichi’s eyes when he realized someone else was there with him. His head snapped up and he looked down at Kyoko with those same hollow eyes. “Didn’t I tell you not to do anything stupid?” Shuichi just blinked at her question. “Doing this is considered just that. You could really get hurt if you’re not careful.”

Shuichi looked down at his leg hanging off the ledge and tears filled his eyes. Sniffing, he finally replied softly, “But I just wanted to try. If I didn’t, then I might never see him again.”

Understanding, Kyoko squeezed his hands that still lay in hers before letting them go. “Don’t worry. Listen, some guys named Hiro and Fujisaki are outside behind a rock pile and they told me to come get you out. Come on.” Kyoko reached up with a hand to help Shuichi down.

Shuichi just ignored the offered hand and looked up at her with tears running silently down his face, shoulders shaking slightly. “But I can’t!” Shuichi sobbed out.

Kyoko sighed and with sympathy shining in her eyes, spoke softly to Shuichi to try and get him to understand and come to his senses. “I realize that you are concerned about him and that you feel the need to get him out yourself, but you cant. You’ll just end up getting hurt. What would he say if he found out that you got hurt because of him?”

Shuichi wiped the tears that were streaking down his face and scrubbed at his eyes. He then sniffed and wiped his hand under his nose. Carefully, Shuichi lowered himself to the ground, gripping the door frame for support. He gently held one hand in the other, lightly touching the scrapes and cuts.

While he just stood there looking blankly past her, Kyoko watched as he held his injured hands. Blinking her eyes and keeping them closed a moment longer before opening them, Kyoko sighed in exhaustion. Taking a hold of her shirt hem, Kyoko began to tear away at it, forming small stripes of cloth that resembled bandages.

“Here, let me take care of that. They must hurt.” She gently took his left hand and wrapped the cloth around his palm and tied it off, making sure it wasn’t too tight. Doing the same to Shuichi’s right hand. “I wish I had some form of antiseptic to put on those cuts. They might get infected if someone doesn’t come to get us soon.”

Shuichi just nodded his head and continued to stare. This was making Kyoko worried. She wasn’t sure what she should do. Dragging her hand through her hair, Kyoko turned while placing her arm around Shuichi’s shoulders and guided him over to the hatch.

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“Sir, we have a complaint coming through about an express train that never made it Tokyo. What should we do?” Called a young man in his twenties as he sat at his station watching a monitor as it scrolled text on the screen.

A balding man that looked to be about fifty, turned from the spot he was standing in and briskly walked over to the young man’s station bending down to glance at the screen. “Where did it stop? How long ago?”

“About nine hours ago sir. It seemed to have stopped somewhere between Osaka and Tokyo, near a small rock hill by Mount Fuji.”

The Commander stood up in shock. “What? Nine hours ago? Why didn’t anyone say something about this sooner?”

“That’s the problem sir; it just appeared on our radar as if it just happened. And it seems like all the complaints made have been delayed until now. Should I send out a rescue team sir?”

“Yes dammit! Have them get there as soon as they can!” Scrubbing a hand over his face the commander sighed heavily and sat down in the closest chair, his hand still on his head. “I just hope people are still alive.” He muttered to himself.

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“Hey, do you see that? That right in there.” Hiro asked Fujisaki pointing inside the opening of the demolished car in front of them.

Fujisaki looked down from where he stood a couple feet away. After a quick glance at Hiro, Fujisaki turned toward the train and crouched down, bending his knees. “What are you talking about? All I see is debris in the dark.”

With a frustrated sigh, Hiro moved closer to Fujisaki and pointed again, leaning closer to the opening this time. “Right there! Follow my finger will you? It’s at the bottom of all that rubble.

“Okay, one, I will never follow you or your finger anywhere as long as I live. Two, I still have no idea…” Fujisaki paused as he finally laid eyes on what Hiro was pointing to. “Wait, I think that’s…” Fujisaki started with a gasp.

“Looks like we found the lost prince.” Hiro stated with a smile gracing his face.

“Oh my god! Hiro don’t just stand there looking proud. Help me you moron,” Fujisaki yelled as he shot forward on his knees and made his way inside the opening, crawling towards the pile of rock and luggage. Inside at the bottom corner of all that rubble was a tuft of golden blonde hair sticking out between the cracks.

Surprised, Hiro looked confused for a moment before realization struck and he sped towards Fujisaki’s feet, yanking on them. “What the hell are you doing? You can’t do that. If you try moving any rocks or even any of the suitcases on top of him, you might make things worst.”

Halfway inside but for his feet, Fujisaki sighed, hanging his head in the process. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Fujisaki looked back saying, “How big is that brain of yours? If I don’t do anything at all it could be just as bad. And personally, having a depressed Shuichi in the studio is really annoying when you’re trying to get work done.”

“But still… I mean, don’t you think that, well...” Hiro sighed in defeat and pinched the bridge of his nose against the headache forming between his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t break anything. It’d be a pain to have to find a new keyboardist.”

“Gee, your concern is very heart warming and touching. I think I might actually shed a tear.” Fujisaki yelled out sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

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Kyoko gently helped Shuichi bend down and crawl out of the hatch to the outside. The morning sun hit Shuichi’s face as he exited and caused him to narrow his eyes against the sudden light. A breeze blew by, moving his hair in front of his face, covering his eyes that began to water. What about Eiri? Will he ever get to see this sun again, feel this wind? Can I ever hold him again? I want to tell him I love him with all my heart.

These thoughts raced through Shuichi’s mind as a sob racked his body. Pushing his hair out of the way, Shuichi covered his face with both hands and cried, collapsing to the ground.

Kyoko crawled out behind Shuichi, looked up to find him starting to cry again. It sounded heart wrenching. Getting to her feet, she reached out a hand to touch him but stopped its progress, clenching her fist and lowering her arm. She felt as if she couldn’t comfort him as she watched Shuichi collapse, like she was supposed to just let him pour out all his grief and suffering. But it was harder than it might seem. She couldn’t take it much longer. It was a type of cry that should never be heard by any human ears.

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“Hiro, help me pull him out. Grab his arms.” Fujisaki yelled, struggling to keep all the rubble from falling back on top of him.

Hiro bent down and reached under his arms, pulling him out as gently as he could. Fujisaki followed, trying his best to keep hold of the legs and laid them down carefully once cleared of the opening. Following behind quickly, clearing the small area, the rocks and debris fell inside the car, filling the now empty spot.

Fujisaki stayed on his hands and knees, with his head hung and breathing deeply. He then sat back on his legs and feet wiping his forehead of sweat. Brushing his dirty hands on his pants, Fujisaki suddenly heard something from his left. Something like muffled crying, but the cries weren't the normal sound that you would hear. It sounded more painful, like the last hope of the world had just vanished before your eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, alerting Hiro of the sound when Hiro spoke first, sounding frantic.

“Fujisaki! Get over here! Hurry! I can’t find a pulse! Dammit Eiri Yuki. You better not be gone,” Hiro muttered the last angrily.

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AN: I know ending it here really sucks, especially since you now hate me. Please don’t’ shoot! Review!!