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nuagedeauIslands in the Sky (0/?)
bandfic - gen
G
a bit of angst (but not really)
1296 words
One disappears and four are worried. Where is he?
not betaed
Introduction: The puppy who liked to be lost
Lying on a bench, a young man was looking at the clouds. He closed his eyes and under his eyelids, he could see white stains, which were running on a blue background, changing little by little, like clay is modelled, into islands. If someone had had the power and the will to invite himself in the vision of the man, he could have thought that he was on islands in the sky.
In heaven.
A smile bloomed on the lips of the dreamer before two brown eyes opened again on the earthly world. Sitting up, he stretched a bit to wake his body up from the “little” break he had allowed himself – about 1h15 – and sighed. This sigh meant the end of the calm and the beginning of the problems: it was the sign that he had at last resigned himself to ask for help. Help? He was indeed in need of it because, while he had been able to sneak out of the surveillance of the staff and the other members during a break to go for a little run, he had gotten lost. And yes, he needed to admit it, in spite of his hurt pride which was manifesting itself in the back of his mind, so he would be able to resolve himself to ask his way. The others were probably worried.
Or not, thought the young man, frowning. As of late, he had sometimes the feeling to be unwanted, but he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason of his uneasiness. Trying to banish his negative thoughts, he directed his attention to his new resolution: to find his way and to have access to supplies and to a warm bed. His stomach was beginning to grumble and a bench, thinking about it, was not very comfortable. He scratched his temple while mentally scolding himself for having forgotten his spanish pocket-size dictionary. Alone. Lost. Stranger. Hungry. Another sigh escaped itself from his lips.
*
“Jae, stop pacing! You are going to dig a hole in the floor if you continue.”
Yunho lead the worried man by his shoulders until he let himself fall on the bed of the missing person. A sigh followed by a mumbling who sounded very like: “why must he always be so absent-minded and curious and lone and…” filled during a brief instant the quiet of the room. The moment when he would be again in his presence, Changmin was sure to have a bad time, he promised himself of it. To leave alone, without anything, in an unknown country! And on top of that, without jacket! Yes, definitely, the reunion wasn’t going to be pretty…
“Perhaps he has met a gorgeous Spanish girl?” slipped in Junsu, interrupting the monologue of Jaejoong. A dark stare of the latter cut short Junsu’s desire to develop his theory.
The four members of the DBSG group found themselves in Junsu and Changmin’s hotel room after the discovering of the escapade of the youngest. Jaejoong was gnawing his fingernails, Junsu was speculating, Yoochun, leaning on the window-frame, had his gaze set on the ocean while Yuhno, tired of seeing their eldest worrying himself to death, took charge. That is to say, he ordered everyone to resume their activities and, in this case, to try to catch up on the delay on the schedule of the day, which was soon coming to its end.
“Listen. It is no use staying here, doing nothing but worrying – Jaejoong stop gnawing your fingernails or your fingers are going to disappear! – I suggest that we go back to the schedule where we left it to limit the damage. The staff will find Changmin and besides, you know him, I am sure he will come back as if nothing happened.”
“Yes. He never realises that people worry about him.” Lamented Jaejoong, who was now frowning while observing his fingers. A snicker could be heard and Yoochun, for the first time since the anxiety manifested itself, spoke:
“Could it be because of a mild sense of invulnerability?”
The dark stares he received in return made him lift his hands as an excuse.
“I was only trying to lighten the atmosphere. But obviously I should work on my comments. That said… You aren’t wrong Yunho, keeping us usefully occupied would free us of Jaejoong maiming his hands and spare us Junsu’s silly ideas.”
“Hey!” The pout and the thrown pillow (and the missed target, because Junsu didn’t know how to aim) released a little the ambience of the negative thoughts. And Changmin was clever and the work wouldn’t accomplish itself alone.
*
Now he could add the adjective wet to the list of words characterizing him. But the sticky sensation of his clothes against his skin made him change of opinion.
“I am not wet. I am soaked to the bones! Once I am back, I swear I will drown the moron who dared to say that this island had a favourable climate. Favourable to showers, yes!”
Changmin was increasingly annoyed. In spite of having obtained some directions with a rough English and simplistic signs, he was still equally lost. To be exact, he was even more lost. And full of water.
A sneeze interrupted his wails.
And he was probably coming down with a cold. The manager was going to kill him. It was better to stop randomly walking in the streets in quest of a miracle and thus avoid the pneumonia. He wasn’t going to facilitate the work of the manager. Set in the thought of limiting the damage and seeing the green traffic light, he began to cross the road without paying attention to the cars and so he didn’t see the small black van coming. Screeching tires on the humid ground could be heard and then the clatter of the rain dominated again the temporary quiet. Three car doors opened and two men and a woman got out of the vehicle to perceive a black shape lying on the floor. The woman dashed to the victim.
“Está vivo. Menos mal para nosotros que tienes reflejos. Soló parece que se haya golpeado la cabeza. No hay sangre visible en ninguna otra parte de su cuerpo. ” (1)
The man who had been behind the wheel a few seconds sooner released the air of his lungs whilst the other watched nervously the street attempting to see if some people had seen the incident. He finally turned to the woman:
“ Tendriamos que hacer algo. Y rapido. No estaremos solos par siempre. ” (2)
The woman looked at the injured young man during a few seconds, her heart beating wildly, her thoughts whirling in her head. She closed her head and when she reopened them, they reflected the confidence which is provided by a found conclusion.
“ No podemos llamar a la policia o a un ambulancia. Dejarle solo aqui seria su muerte. Tenemos que llevarlo con nosotros. No quiero ser a demas culpable de una muerte. ” (3)
Seeing the two men still undecided, she commanded them to hurry-up. The driver kneeled to lift the unconscious man by his armpits while the other took care of the knees. The burden was more or less delicately loaded by the back of the van and laid down between big bags. One of the men sat next to the victim whilst the two others went back in the front of the vehicle. The noise of an engine made itself heard to quickly go away, the raindrops drowning the shadows of their past presence.
To be continued.
Notes:
(1) “He is alive. Thank goodness you have good reflexes. I think he has only hit his head. I don’t see blood on any other part of his body.”
(2) “We should do something. And quickly. We won’t be alone forever !”
(3) “We can’t call the police nor an ambulance. To let him here alone, would be condemning him to death. We have to take him with us.”
Author Notes: It's a translated version. I wrote first in French and I am not the best translator out there, so you may find some awkward sentences. I am open to corrections and suggestions. If there is people interested in reading the French version (which is better in my opinion), leave me a comment and I will post it.
Bad, worse or not so bad?
bandfic - gen
G
a bit of angst (but not really)
1296 words
One disappears and four are worried. Where is he?
not betaed
Introduction: The puppy who liked to be lost
Lying on a bench, a young man was looking at the clouds. He closed his eyes and under his eyelids, he could see white stains, which were running on a blue background, changing little by little, like clay is modelled, into islands. If someone had had the power and the will to invite himself in the vision of the man, he could have thought that he was on islands in the sky.
In heaven.
A smile bloomed on the lips of the dreamer before two brown eyes opened again on the earthly world. Sitting up, he stretched a bit to wake his body up from the “little” break he had allowed himself – about 1h15 – and sighed. This sigh meant the end of the calm and the beginning of the problems: it was the sign that he had at last resigned himself to ask for help. Help? He was indeed in need of it because, while he had been able to sneak out of the surveillance of the staff and the other members during a break to go for a little run, he had gotten lost. And yes, he needed to admit it, in spite of his hurt pride which was manifesting itself in the back of his mind, so he would be able to resolve himself to ask his way. The others were probably worried.
Or not, thought the young man, frowning. As of late, he had sometimes the feeling to be unwanted, but he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason of his uneasiness. Trying to banish his negative thoughts, he directed his attention to his new resolution: to find his way and to have access to supplies and to a warm bed. His stomach was beginning to grumble and a bench, thinking about it, was not very comfortable. He scratched his temple while mentally scolding himself for having forgotten his spanish pocket-size dictionary. Alone. Lost. Stranger. Hungry. Another sigh escaped itself from his lips.
*
“Jae, stop pacing! You are going to dig a hole in the floor if you continue.”
Yunho lead the worried man by his shoulders until he let himself fall on the bed of the missing person. A sigh followed by a mumbling who sounded very like: “why must he always be so absent-minded and curious and lone and…” filled during a brief instant the quiet of the room. The moment when he would be again in his presence, Changmin was sure to have a bad time, he promised himself of it. To leave alone, without anything, in an unknown country! And on top of that, without jacket! Yes, definitely, the reunion wasn’t going to be pretty…
“Perhaps he has met a gorgeous Spanish girl?” slipped in Junsu, interrupting the monologue of Jaejoong. A dark stare of the latter cut short Junsu’s desire to develop his theory.
The four members of the DBSG group found themselves in Junsu and Changmin’s hotel room after the discovering of the escapade of the youngest. Jaejoong was gnawing his fingernails, Junsu was speculating, Yoochun, leaning on the window-frame, had his gaze set on the ocean while Yuhno, tired of seeing their eldest worrying himself to death, took charge. That is to say, he ordered everyone to resume their activities and, in this case, to try to catch up on the delay on the schedule of the day, which was soon coming to its end.
“Listen. It is no use staying here, doing nothing but worrying – Jaejoong stop gnawing your fingernails or your fingers are going to disappear! – I suggest that we go back to the schedule where we left it to limit the damage. The staff will find Changmin and besides, you know him, I am sure he will come back as if nothing happened.”
“Yes. He never realises that people worry about him.” Lamented Jaejoong, who was now frowning while observing his fingers. A snicker could be heard and Yoochun, for the first time since the anxiety manifested itself, spoke:
“Could it be because of a mild sense of invulnerability?”
The dark stares he received in return made him lift his hands as an excuse.
“I was only trying to lighten the atmosphere. But obviously I should work on my comments. That said… You aren’t wrong Yunho, keeping us usefully occupied would free us of Jaejoong maiming his hands and spare us Junsu’s silly ideas.”
“Hey!” The pout and the thrown pillow (and the missed target, because Junsu didn’t know how to aim) released a little the ambience of the negative thoughts. And Changmin was clever and the work wouldn’t accomplish itself alone.
*
Now he could add the adjective wet to the list of words characterizing him. But the sticky sensation of his clothes against his skin made him change of opinion.
“I am not wet. I am soaked to the bones! Once I am back, I swear I will drown the moron who dared to say that this island had a favourable climate. Favourable to showers, yes!”
Changmin was increasingly annoyed. In spite of having obtained some directions with a rough English and simplistic signs, he was still equally lost. To be exact, he was even more lost. And full of water.
A sneeze interrupted his wails.
And he was probably coming down with a cold. The manager was going to kill him. It was better to stop randomly walking in the streets in quest of a miracle and thus avoid the pneumonia. He wasn’t going to facilitate the work of the manager. Set in the thought of limiting the damage and seeing the green traffic light, he began to cross the road without paying attention to the cars and so he didn’t see the small black van coming. Screeching tires on the humid ground could be heard and then the clatter of the rain dominated again the temporary quiet. Three car doors opened and two men and a woman got out of the vehicle to perceive a black shape lying on the floor. The woman dashed to the victim.
“Está vivo. Menos mal para nosotros que tienes reflejos. Soló parece que se haya golpeado la cabeza. No hay sangre visible en ninguna otra parte de su cuerpo. ” (1)
The man who had been behind the wheel a few seconds sooner released the air of his lungs whilst the other watched nervously the street attempting to see if some people had seen the incident. He finally turned to the woman:
“ Tendriamos que hacer algo. Y rapido. No estaremos solos par siempre. ” (2)
The woman looked at the injured young man during a few seconds, her heart beating wildly, her thoughts whirling in her head. She closed her head and when she reopened them, they reflected the confidence which is provided by a found conclusion.
“ No podemos llamar a la policia o a un ambulancia. Dejarle solo aqui seria su muerte. Tenemos que llevarlo con nosotros. No quiero ser a demas culpable de una muerte. ” (3)
Seeing the two men still undecided, she commanded them to hurry-up. The driver kneeled to lift the unconscious man by his armpits while the other took care of the knees. The burden was more or less delicately loaded by the back of the van and laid down between big bags. One of the men sat next to the victim whilst the two others went back in the front of the vehicle. The noise of an engine made itself heard to quickly go away, the raindrops drowning the shadows of their past presence.
To be continued.
Notes:
(1) “He is alive. Thank goodness you have good reflexes. I think he has only hit his head. I don’t see blood on any other part of his body.”
(2) “We should do something. And quickly. We won’t be alone forever !”
(3) “We can’t call the police nor an ambulance. To let him here alone, would be condemning him to death. We have to take him with us.”
Author Notes: It's a translated version. I wrote first in French and I am not the best translator out there, so you may find some awkward sentences. I am open to corrections and suggestions. If there is people interested in reading the French version (which is better in my opinion), leave me a comment and I will post it.
Bad, worse or not so bad?
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Date: 2007-07-10 09:23 pm (UTC)i can try to read the french version xD
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Date: 2007-07-10 09:41 pm (UTC)You would? But it is pretty much the same than the English one. XD now that I feel comfortable enough in English, I don't need to write a French version first anymore! Woot! XD
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Date: 2007-07-10 10:17 pm (UTC)xD
ohh!! well then i'll read it in englsh!. if i where more confortable with my english i would write fics, but i'm not, so i'll keep writing in spanish and only for manga/anime fandom! D:! (and hp too btw xD)
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Date: 2007-07-11 03:30 am (UTC)LOL SPANISHHHHHHHHHH
I CAN KINDOFSORTOF UNDERSTAND IT~!!
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Date: 2007-07-11 11:32 am (UTC)XD