Author: ghost graffiti PM
He just has the worst life, doesn't he? Accident-prone as he is, Junichi debates whether or not if he was cursed from one of those thousand superstitions. potential yaoiRated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Suspense - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,875 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 09-20-12 - Published: 09-19-12 - id: 3059549
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Classic rock played softly through the car's radio. A calloused finger tapped impatiently against a leather steering wheel, and the man glared forward at the road illuminated by his car's lights. The windshield wipers swished back and forth against the windshield, and Junichi was becoming mildly distracted by them entering and leaving his field of vision. Today was definitely not one of Junichi's good days. Today was a horrible day.
His roommate/lover kicked him out of their dinky apartment that after noon all because Junichi had caught the fucker cheating on him with a woman. Supposedly the guy wasn't actually gay, and that's what pissed Junichi off the most. The asshole had been faking his feelings the entire time, and now Junichi had to deal with the consequences of having the wool pulled over his eyes. The man sighed, snapping one hand away from the steering wheel to turn the radio down to silence.
All he could hear was the soft patter of the rain and the busy work of the windshield wipers.
Junichi didn't know exactly where he was going, all he knew was that he was looking for a hotel to stay at until he could retrieve his things from the apartment and get another one; money didn't worry him that much, though, as he had two great jobs and a lot of back-up money in his bank. His roommate, on the other hand, was probably screwed. The cheating fucker lacked a brain capable of thought.
Everything happened too quickly.
Junichi veered his car to the right, too shocked to even utter a whimper of surprise. His car jerked off the road and steered into the forest that surrounded it. Junichi took his foot off the pedal and slammed it down on the break. The car had stopped, but Junichi's mind was whirling. His heart was beating faster than it probably ever had, and his breathing was labored and thick.
He was pretty sure he hit a person.
Without thinking of all the horror movies and video games he had witnessed, Junichi opened his car door and pelted out into the heavy rain. He put his forearm to his forehead to keep the rain from his eyes, but the wind made the rain diagonal, so it didn't matter. Junichi eventually found his way to the side of the road, where the telltale signs of a human body was.
The first thing Junichi did was find a tree that could shield him partially from the rain as he got his cellphone from his pants' pocket. He had seen the person, he had seen the blood, and he was pretty sure that he or she was not alright. However, the missing bars on his cellphone told him there was no service, and that the only option left would be to drive the wounded person to a hospital. Sighing at his outstanding luck, Junichi pocketed his cellphone and started for the person.
It had taken him a whole five minutes to carefully carry the person to his car; said person was a male whom looked really young. Junichi wondered who would let their teenaged kid wander aimlessly through the wilderness, but he didn't have too long to consider the thought well enough.
The kid whimpered.
"Shh," Junichi whispered, placing a hand on the soaking boy's forehead and brushing back the auburn hair that stuck to his skin, "it'll be alright. I'm taking you to a hospital." As he was whispering soothing promises to the wounded boy before him, Junichi used his nimble fingers to find the wound. Without a first aid kit, all Junichi could do was bind the wound with a shirt he had lying in the backseat of his car.
He slid into the driver's seat after taking the kid's bloodied shirt off, binding the wound on the kid's side, and closing the door. The rain was lessening by then, and instead of being eleven like it was before, it was midnight. A new day with new possibilities, and Junichi was getting pretty exhausted. He doubted that he would be in bed even by sunup.
It took a few minutes to get his car successfully back on the slippery road, but he was there alright. Junichi was pretty sure if it was yesterday, he would've been stuck in the mud on the side of the road.
Junichi had been driving for twenty minutes, and still no sign of a city or small town. Hell, even a village would have been a welcomed sight right then. He ran his fingers through his hair and moved his hand to turn the radio up, thinking that some Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd would calm his nerves.
However, the boy in the backseat sat up.
Scared shitless, Junichi swerved his car to the side violently, almost plunging his automobile off the road once again. He caught himself, and straightened the car out.
"Fuck!" Junichi spat, and he could see the boy wince at his sudden loud shout. He shook his head, biting his tongue to keep himself from cursing once again. "Sorry," he apologized, watching the kid paw at the shirt that was tied around his wound, "... are you alright?" The kid seemed to be moving without any effort at all. Junichi hadn't heard any cries or moans of pain.
The kid paused, hand hovering just over his own wound.
"W-who a-are you?" The boy stuttered.
Junichi's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Junichi," he said almost absentmindedly, "tell me, are you alright?"
"I'm N-Nao," he said, lowering his head, "and I-I'm alright. My side h-hurts, though."
"I'm taking you to a hospital. I... I accidentally hit you with my car."
The silence was choking Junichi. He was relieved when Nao answered.
"No," Nao hissed, suddenly snapping his head up so his chin was levitating just above Junichi's shoulder. The man tensed, swallowing the fear down his throat. It still lived at the bottom of his stomach, though. His hands and forehead were began to become sweaty.
"I don't w-... need to go to a hospital. I just need some sleep."
Junichi was dimly aware that Nao wasn't stuttering.
"Are you sure?" Junichi asked, glancing at the rear-view mirror only to see that Nao was still around his shoulder, but not looking at any place in particular. "You were bleeding pretty badly-"
The black-haired man sighed, turning his eyes away from the rear-view mirror. "Alright. I'm... I'm going to a hotel because I'm homeless."
Nao said nothing else after that.
wow it's been a while since i've done anything on here, hasn't it? OTL
actually i wrote this like early this year and then i finally decided i should put it up. i need to distract myself from some things right now
anyways, i probably won't be portraying japan correctly since their world is based... on... well... america and japan, or something. i just don't knooow
junichi is an old character of mine, and nao is an old character of my best friend's (beeskneesDeductions, fanfiction DOoooT net).
oh my god this chapter is really fucking short and i apologize from the deepest abysses of my cavernous heart
the rest will be longer i suppose
especially if i can remember what tHE FUCK I WAS DOIGN
which i prob will i think
agh i wrote too much tl;dr
HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER, READER, WHOEVER YOU ARE