Part 1 ~despair~
Part 1 ~despair~
It’s midnight, thick raindrops fell down from the sky and the wind raved around the houses. Only little light fell by the through clouds, which touched in the sky along... One night like every one else... or about not?
With slow steps Soma Monogatari went along the dark road. His face reflected an expressionless smile. His clothes were soaked.
The only thing which was dry, were his eyes. Large, bright blue eyes, which looked rigidly into the darkness of the night. The hair was dripping and the long pitch-black streak were wet. Soma stopped. His view wander toward the sky and he looked up to full moon with empty eyes.
That adult man was depressed, his life has no particular sense. He was hated and despised, so he thought. Nobody could love such a human... Nobody.
On the roof of the house he looked up again- to the sky, the rain has stopped and the clear starlit sky was reflected in the puddles. His self-compassion ate holes in his soul for years.
Soma didn’t have any family or friends and half of his life he had spent in an orphanage, had been degraded, had been humiliated, flogged with scars. Now he was prepared to meet his family again - on the other side. The high building seemed enough- and if not, it would be a further missed attempt, like all the others before...
Fast and painless should it be, the fast death. It would be unimportant, though nobody was there, who can be interested.
Fallen angels at my feet. Whispered voices at my ear.
Death before my eye, lying next to me, I fear.
She beckons me, shall I give in?
Before my end shall I being? Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end.
The death-longing young man rose decided over the railing and looked up to the full moon and down.
Soma walked slowly to the edge and closed the eyes... “still another step...!”
“STOP! ... stop!”, a quiet voice cried from not far away.
Disturbed Soma looked at the boy. Directly on the roof of the close hospital stood a boy and gasp for breath. He carried only one coat, under it the pyjamas. His wet darkly blond hair flew in the wind and his body leaned over the fence. Soma looked at him surprised, did he observed him all the time?
Soma slipped down the wet edge...
The boy on the roof of the hospital start to cry again. He tried to call after assistance nevertheless his voice was too weak. Desperately Soma hung with one hand at the edge complete helplessly... that scream had gotten him from his trauma ... only now he registered the awkward situation and the hopeless chances for assistance
“Release the edge!”, a voice in Monogataris head tried to arouse the longing after release again. A loud bang tore Soma from his thoughts and the hand slipped down the wet metal.
But the case into the depth of the ravine between the houses was stopped by someone...
“who the...?”
“ Shut up”!, a woman voice hissed down from above. A beautiful woman with nearly black angel wings floated over him and held the body toilsome in the air. Her dark red-brown hair hung down and she make a face.
Afterwards she looked him straight into the eyes, an impudent, easily exhausted grin flew over her lips. She set him off carefully on the roof of the hospital. She fall onto the soil. Their pitch-black dress had white cords, far white sleeves and the cutout was decorated. Even in her hair were long white ribbons.
"Gosh...", she breathed hard and exhausted, “... can’t you choose an other day for dying...?!”
Totally disturbed Soma stared at the woman and stammer incomprehensible words.
“speak louder!”, the impudent girl said and put her dress rightly.
Still more shocked Soma said a weak “thanks”.
The boy who had tried to call for assistance, looked on him. But when the guy looked at the much younger with a short glance and then finally get his attention too, an easy pink crept on the cheeks of the young man, who carried still only the coat and the pyjamas. He stood with bare feet in a puddle.
Soma grab him wildly at the shoulder and pulled to boy to the side.
“Why do you stop me!... Say!” But the boy looked shy to the soil. He can’t say a word, even if he wanted to.
“muck chap!”, hissed Soma and pushed the boy roughly back, “idiot! Oh, gosh, why do you stop me, I could have been gone.“
“Don’t be so rude! You probably have no manners, don’t you?!", answered the girl.
“What do you want at all?!”, Soma asked totally overwrought the girl
“Isamu is my protégé! While you wanted to fall yourself into death, he intended exactly the same!", she laughed somewhat modest.
“protégé?”, Soma asked still more confused with a doubting voice.
“Yeah!”, she said totally unnerved “You can’t listen, do you?!”
“What’s the meaning of al this?”, he reply.
“I watch out that the small one doesn’t make some ‘bad things’, or I get him.", she added and thought briefly, “He wanted to die, as you, and I should either change his mind or get his soul...!”
Totally frightened both of the boys stared at the young woman and made a few steps back.
“nevertheless ...”, she began, “…I mean, you didn’t jump, but he...”, she pointed with the thin finger at the black haired. “He leads me into big trouble... or I have to change the client.”, she laughed.
“You are going mad!", answered Soma and left both with an easy hand movement. He went down the stairway, somehow contently, but also rather angry. He’ d rather die instead of hearing this silly nonsense. He stormed through the hall in increasing rage, which seemed inexplicable to him.
“Seems so as if you likes him, Isamu...”, said the winged girl to the boy. But he waves around with his arms. He still didn’t have a voice.
///Ryusa is right... I likes him, but he didn’t even notice the fact that I see him every time, when I am here...///
“well then, I’ve probably a bad hand, which means, job goes on much harder...”, the girl said and turned back rapidly, "I’ve to go, Fuu kun... My work is done, more or less. Bye”, she said and lift up into the sky with those powerful black wings.
Isamus dream was burst by a terrible accident. He had already ‘live’ more than two and a half years in the hospital. He was under supervision of innumerable strange physicians and got some special therapy. The only wish he ever had, was only an illusion. His dream of being able to sing or speak, moved with large steps into far distance. That cry around Soma to save him had cost him a recovery of several weeks, now he was more or less silent, and had to suffer here again; swallow medicines and actually he live past to the world. He already didn’t have any courage and hiss hope wasn’t worth to be mentioned. His life was running away. And actually only he had the reason to die…
Ryusa knew Isamu already for a long time, she was a friend and his death angel. A death angel, who ruins each of her instructions. She had saved Isamu when he was ten. She had saved him before death (the fall of a bridge)- an attempted suicide.
But she didn’t take it simply to let the human die, she didn’t manage to take their souls away. The death angel had taken her own the life, but did not know, what consequences this act had for a eternal condemned person like Ryusa to take the souls of people that select the same kind of death.
Soma ran over the road, without consideration for cars, and stamp up the stairs of he house. He closed the door and stared into an almost empty area. Soma Monogatari even seemed to notice now, how empty his dwelling was. Empty and darkly. As he was used. The boy had atomised its thoughts, why had he cried?! Soma could not seize a clear thought and threw himself on the bed, but he couldn’t sleep correctly calm already for years. Until early in the morning he pulled an old guitar. He did not know that he was still able to play, but he forgot everything around him just for a few moments…
~*~*~*~
On the next morning he awaked and his thoughts were far away. He thought constantly of the stupid woman and the boy? After a shower, an easy breakfast and a long walk Monogatari decided to provide for a clear overview for his conscience, he went into the hospital. In the seventh floor, room 203.
The young black-haired man moved slowly along the floor and stopped finally before the strange room in which Isamu lived
He stared at a note, which a nurse had given to him. The corridor was empty and a window into the room of the young man Isamu made a possible shy view at his calm sleep. Isamus body was attached to devices and on the small table beside the bed were some documents. A nurse came along the corridor.
“Hello, are they a relative?”, she asked politely.
“No...”, he argued immediately off, “I only want to inquire...”
“Fuu Isamu....”, she looked at her documents and still got another further dossier out, “Momentarily under strict observation, and you’re a friend, he hasn’t got any relatives at al!”, said it facilitated and painted themselves by the face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well... those are strictly confidential data, but I believe, you are the first humans, who had visited him... years ago there was an terrible accident...”, the nurse stepped closer Soma and whispered, “Fuus desire was to sing, but by that accident, his voice is no longer so beautiful, after efforts and longer or louder talking, his vocal fails and it grown silent. Now he needs peace and medical assistance to get his voice back, and his desire... I hopes he creates it one day!", she wiped herself a tear from the face, “He has a angel-same voice, I would really wish myself nothing more, than the fact that he smiles only once at me and speak... Fuu san must sing!”
Soma turned off, went toward the window and looked through. The young innocent man lay in the bed, breathed heavily through the open mouth and a gentle sunbeams slid by the gap of the curtain. The nurse entered the room, put the documents on the table and got a used suit out of the bath. Isamu blink with his eyes. The nurse pulled the curtains back and talked merrily smiling with him. Isamu didn’t say a word. Apparently the woman spoke about Soma, who looked at Isamu, because the boy looked doubting to the side. As he saw Soma outside he made a frightened view him and then at the nurse. But the black-haired didn’t make further looks and went off. He turned away and move with rapid steps down the corridor. Isamu jumped up from the bed, he paid attention neither shoes nor the fact he carried only pyjamas, he ran after Soma.
Ran on the floor to the end and slid the last way to the elevator. The young black-haired man pressed in vain the button, when Isamu had caught him up. The nurse hurried afterwards Fuu and wanted him to come back, but when she arrived at the elevator she saw only both of them together going into the elevator.
“Fuu Isamu! Come right back here! Isamu!”, she cried to him, but Isamu shows his tongue.
“why you run away?”, Soma asked after one while, when Isamu went through in the elevator.
To be continued x3~
