Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Der Flug von Engel ❯ Sein Sterbender Traum ( Chapter 1 )

Der Flug von Engel

Rated: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh. *sighs*

Warnings: Shonen-ai (kind of), suicide attempt mentioned, mild cussing (Bad Keith!).

Notes: Odd Keith/Jou story I wrote out of depression. Title is German for "Angel's Flight". Translations are at the bottom of the fic. This story is dedicated, with much love, to my dear wife, Jade Maxwell. She is a freak like me and likes this couple. Err, story really can't be classified as "Romance", there`s barely even a kiss.

Lying like some child's doll on the grass, body limp and trembling; Jou sobbed silently. It was one of those times when no matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you wanted to, your cries where dry. The tears refused to come. They refused to wash away the pain, and instead where in the back of your mind, laughing. Loudly the taunt you and feel no shame about it. They know your pain, but all they can do is mock you.

Body, mind and spirit had all been broken in one piercing blow. The irony of it was he caused it himself. It had felt so good to have the metal break his skin; the warm red blood trickling down his skin. He only had time to slice one of his wrists before Anzu had walked in. Those blue eyes had pierced his soul with the mixed look of shock, disbelief and worry. Only once she had recovered from the site before her eyes, she had insisted on bandaging him up. He had only let her so she would feel important. In all actuality, he would just do it again some day. It was pointless, but he had wanted to die alone.

Why she had been at his house was still a mystery to him. Knowing her it was probably because she had a feeling that something was wrong, and decided to check up on him. It was one of the things he had always loved about Anzu; she looked after her friends more intently then most.

Hours afterwards, she was still crying; clinging to him desperately. She didn't understand why he would want to end his life. But of course not, Anzu was so pure, so happy and full of life. How could she ever understand what it feels like to want to die? Jou envied her for that. The jealousy of actually wanting a taste of what it felt like to enjoy life stabbed at the back of his heart every day; every time he saw Anzu, Yugi or Ryou. The three of them where always so beautiful.

Finally after what seemed to take the last of his breaths, Jou had convinced her to let him go for a walk. She had protested for so long, worried that he would find some way to kill himself, but he promised he wouldn't. She believed him. It wasn't like him to break a promise. Most of all, ones to friends. With that he had kissed her head and left.

His legs took him as farther then he thought they would. Each step forward they became even tenser, it amazed him that he could still even manage to walk at all. It was about the time that Jou reached the darker depths of the park that they had given out. For that he could be thankful for, he didn't want anyone's image of him to be destroyed by seeing him broken like this. It was bad enough he already had to break Anzu's heart.

At this time his dry sobs had calmed down, and now the tears flowed. They threatened to never stop. It didn't matter though, the warm wet liquid on his cheeks felt good. It felt like they where washing away some of his pain. If only that where really possible.

Slender arms wrapped around their own form. Jou was now shivering violently from both the cold and the relentless sobs. At least they had died down a bit at that point, making it able for him to breathe. Not that breathing really mattered to him at all, least of all that current moment in time. He felt dirty. Not the sexual kind of dirty, or the kind of dirty that could be washed away, but spiritually. His spirit was plastered with dirt and other retched things. His body was dirty as well. The sides of his cheeks where soaked and now covered in soil, his vibrant gold locks sticking to them indigently; not to mention his close where covered with dirt and grass stains. Nothing could make him look less appealing in his eyes he looked weak.

Jou's hearts jumped into his throat when he heard the sound of twig snapping near by. `Ugh, it's just my luck that someone would come this way, this late at night when I want them to the least,' he thought to himself, burring the side of his face further into the cold soil. He prayed to every deity he could think of that the person would just leave him alone, or at least someone he didn't know. But we all know that deities love to spite us all.

"Does the dirt really taste that good?" the person mocked, their worlds followed by an all too familiar chuckle. That damn chuckle made every muscle in Jou's stomach tense and tighten around him. He thought he was having trouble breathing before, now it was unbearable even to think about breathing. It obviously didn't take turning around to know whom the owner of that voice was. It was Bandit Keith, one of two of his `rivals'. Of course he used that term loosely, he didn't care for Keith enough to consider him a rival. It was just how the American had treated him.

He pulled his face out from the dirt, and wiped some of it off on his sleeve, not that it helped his appearance much. Jou still looked like he had just been run over by a car. "Just leave me alone," he snapped not wanting to bother with any of Keith's lame attempts at insults at the moment.

The American shrugged slightly, he would've left, if this wasn't the perfect opportunity to work something to his advantage. He had several things in mind; it was just a matter of which one he decided to go with. So he stood there silently, his back leaning against the tree. He didn't have to say anything to know that he was getting on Jou's nerves. The golden blonde boy was twitching in annoyance from the mere presence of him.

It didn't take him long to snap. "Do me a favor. Pick my arm up and smack yourself with it," he spat using the last bit of his strength to sit up and glare as harshly as he could. Of course all his efforts where in vain, glaring just made him dizzy and he fell right back down to the ground. "And while you're at it, use my foot to stomp those damn sunglasses of yours to bits," he added though his voice had lost it's harsh tone, and was now lined with the signs of pain.

Another one of Keith's infamous chuckles reached his ear, and his hands flew up to cover them. He muttered under his breath without realizing, "Es verletzt…"(1) His voice had cracked slightly at the end. All the muscles in his body loosed up a bit when the annoying laughter stopped.

"Whoever or whatever did this to you really fucked you up, you know that dweeb?" Keith said in a clearly amused tone of voice.

"Ich machte es mich selbst,"(2) he weakly replied. Again his words fell out without realizing he was saying them, let alone realizing that he was saying them in a different language. He felt the urge to cry, but he tried his hardest to resist it, clenching onto his stomach tightly. He twitched slightly when he heard the sounds of footsteps coming towards him. `Why can't he just leave me alone?' he asked himself.

The footsteps stopped making Jou shudder. He didn`t want to know how close the American was to him now. "Get up," Keith firmly stated.

"Why should I?" Jou asked flinching a bit.

"Because sitting around like some pathetic whimpering puppy doesn't do you any good," He replied frustration showing in his tone of voice, "All it does is show how weak you really are." Still the blonde boy didn't move. He growled, picking the boy up by his shirt and slamming him against a near by tree, "You really are a pathetic fuck, you know?"

"Es verletzt zu atmen,"(3) Jou squeaked out, gasping for breath slightly. The impact from the tree had knocked what little air he had in his lungs out. He struggled to get out of the buff American's grip, making sure he didn't meet his eyes, or even look in his direction. Unfortunately all it did was drain him more. He felt like he was about to die, and for once he actually didn't want to. He wanted to die alone, and definitely not around Keith.

Surprisingly enough he got a reply to the phrase before, "Dann macht nicht."(4) Promptly, he dropped the broken boy down on the ground.

Jou instantly grasped for his neck and started rubbing it. It didn't hurt at all; really, he just did it more out of instinct then anything. For the first time he actually looked at the American. He reached up and grabbed the sunglasses off of the rough face and tossed them as far away as he could.

"What do you think you're doing?" Keith snapped though he didn't make an attempt to stop the boy from stealing his sunglasses away from him.

"Getting rid of those annoying things," Jou replied, "I honestly can't see why you wear them all the time. Honestly, you even wear them when it's past midnight!"

He cringed when he heard that chuckle again. It had been a few minutes since the last time Keith had blurted out in almost random laughter, but still it tried Jou's nerves. The laughter didn't stop. It just rung in his ears; in his mind. It was haunting. He did the only thing he could think of. Dirt covered fingers wrapped themselves around the stubble covered chin, pulling Keith's face closer to his own. Next thing he knew, Jou had crushed his lips against the others in a forceful kiss.

For a few seconds, he lingered there, and then pulled away. The American was completely stunned for once. Jou took this as his chance to get away, and ran off much to his amazement. Of course, he made an effort to crush Keith's sunglass as he ran.

Time drug by unbearable slow as he made his way back to his house. He hoped he hadn't been gone too long, he really didn't want Anzu too worry about him. Also, he hoped that Keith hadn't decided to follow him. He was afraid to look back, but there was no sound of footsteps behind him so that was a good sign. Finally he approached the run down house, opening it quickly.

There on a chair Anzu laid sleeping. Her head was on the arm of the chair, and her feet curled up at her side. She looked really peaceful, but the position would probably hurt her neck if she slept like that for too long. It was also pretty safe to say that she wouldn't be going home that night. Jou glanced at the clock quickly; it was 3:14.

Reluctantly he approached the brunette girl's sleeping form, and stroked her cheek slightly. "Hey Anzu, wake up," he whispered softly, hoping not to startle her.

Her vibrant blue eyes blinked open and her arms stretched out lazily. She attempted to stifle a yawn, but failed, ending up making a squeaking sound in the process. A smile made it's way on Jou's lips. The girl was really adorable. "Jou you're back," she said in half disbelief, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug, "I was worried you won't return, but I`m glad you did."

Anzu pulled away, her blue eyes soft and full of that special twinkling feel they had about them. Then she noticed that Jou was almost completely covered from head to toe in dirt and bits of grass. She frowned a bit, though her eyes didn't change from the act. "What happened to you?"

The blonde boy smiled a bit, "I'll explain it to you later, for now you should go to sleep. You can use my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

She nodded sleepily, yawning again and repeating the squeaking noise from before, "Okay." She pushed herself off the couch and headed for the boy's bedroom, "Goodnight Jou."

"Goodnight Anzu."

End Notes:

(1) It hurts

(2) I did it to myself

(3) It hurts to breathe.

(4) Then don't.

Apparently I'm the only person crazy enough to actually write this couple. Oh well, I hope someone reads it. Gomen about the random German in the fic. I just felt like writing something with it in it. Err, and sorry my German is rusty, I haven't written anything with it in years.. There would've been a lot more if it wasn't for that fact *cough*. Anyways I hope everyone liked the fic. Please review; seriously, I'll beg if I have to. And if I do, does anyone think I should continue this?