The Dark Days Are Here (boyxboy Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Ren:KAZEMARU HAS NOT LEARNT HIS LESSON SO DO NOT SNAP YOUR FINGERS OR YOU WILL PERSONALLY FACE DEATH!
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Chapter 2 : Shattered~
Italics- for thoughts, memories, emphasis or letters/emails.
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A crack of lightning lit up the sky, briefly illuminating the figure sitting motionless on a log, his head down. His dark brown hair was held up by an orange headband, and he wore a Raimon uniform. He was also notably bruised and filthy, as if he had fallen down a muddy slope. Or had dug himself out of a shallow grave.

The rain came down in torrents. Shutting his eyes Endou lifted his head, ignoring the painful twinge in his neck, to let the heavy drops fall on his face. It felt soothing to his battered skin. He sighed at the relief the cool rain provided.

"What do you think, Endou? That is the team that defeated Aliea Academy but they were so easily destroyed by our team!"

"Shush, Endou... It'll all be over soon."

Endou's eyes snapped open and he panted heavily. His injuries throbbed uncomfortably at the memory. "Kazemaru..." he muttered. How could you? Just thinking of his betrayal, remembering the agonized, lifeless stares of his murdered friends, caused a fire of rage to erupt within his heart. Panting, Endou pressed his palms to his face, wanting the feeling to go away but it was overpowering. Endou had never, ever before had such intense feelings of scorching hatred for anything; his life had always been pleasant, secure, blessed even. He had family, friends... Kazemaru... He slammed his fist hard into the wood of the log, smashing a hole in it. Damn it!

Not only had he barely escaped the same fate as the others, but to add insult to injury his so-called friends had even tried to ditch his body in the forest just outside of town.

How could he do that? How could Kazemaru and my own friends fall so far, to destroy the peace we fought so hard to achieve?

Endou stood up, a little shakily, and stared up at the dark sky. Another flash of lightning zipped through the sky, for a moment showing the expression on his face; it was cold, ruthless, but his eyes were filled with dark fire.

"Kazemaru," he whispered to the sky. "I will never, ever forgive you." Again the faces of Goenji, Ichinose, Domon, Rika, Megane, Kogure, Tachimukai, and Tsunami flitted through his mind. Their dreams and hopes had been cruelly taken away by the Dark Emperors. Endou clenched his fists tighty. No more tears. Never again. The Dark Emperors must pay for what they have done... the burning lust for revenge will not be quenched unless they are destroyed.

Suddenly he screamed, "I'M GOING TO AVENGE MY FRIENDS, YOU BASTARDS! EVEN IF I HAVE TO ABSOLUTELY DESTROY YOU, I'M NOT GONNA STOP UNTIL I'M SATISFIED!" A clap of thunder answered him, as if the storm agreed with the declaration. The rain fell regardless.

|5 weeks later|

Aphordi kicked to soccer ball half-heartedly, only sending it a few centimetres to the right. Sighing, he knelt down and stared at the field before him, but not really seeing it. This field was we first played against Raimon, and they beat us. The memory of that fateful day brought a sad smile to his face. Endou had been really something, encouraging his team even when he was so beat-up himself, and eventually showing the so-called gods what real soccer was...

A tear ran unchecked down the boy's cheek. Then another, and then another. Aphrodi, or rather Afuro Terumi, couldn't hold back his tears and he made no attempt to wipe them away. Soon the air was filled with the sound of inconsolable sobbing. He didn't care if someone heard him; these tears were meant for Endou. The goalkeeper had been such a bright light; the fact that he was a little rough around the edges didn't mean a thing because he was so kind and brave. But now he was gone; disappeared as if into thin air.

Five weeks ago there was the "Raimon Tragedy", where eight members of the Raimon had been found dead on the blood stained soccer field of the school. Endou was missing; he had gone to school and never came home. The weeks that had followed the event were surreal. Every day the news stations kept repeating the story, following the police investigation, interviewing the surviving members of the team, the families of the victims, and even documenting Endou's search parties. They assumed that he must have been killed too and his body dumped somewhere so the search instead became one for his remains. He still hasn't been found.

The entire country watched the news; every single person in Japan knew the story off by heart. And where there were soccer fields, people left bouquets of flowers, signs, crosses and even soccer balls.

Then a week ago the police finally gave up on the investigation, which then led to the discontinuation of the search for Endou. This day had been the memorial service for the victims, held at Raimon Junior High. Aphrodi, of course, went. He had felt it was the least he could do, maybe get some closure while he was at it. But the whole thing was much harder to handle than he had thought. The school's enormous hall had been packed with people, mostly the student body and the bereaved families. He had found a seat far in the back and observed the people rather than listening to the service. It tore his heart, seeing these people, all strangers to him, silently crying or trying to keep strong but losing; his heart nearly broke when a little girl in the front row, probably Goenji's sister, began wailing for her big brother and she had to be taken outside. It really brought home the fact that the dead are dead and they are never coming back. He then decided he couldn't take it anymore and silently left. Because he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going, he ended up at the stadium, now crying his heart out.

"En-En-Endou," he whispered. Aphrodi repeated the name in-between sobs, eventually calming down. But he continued to stare at the field. It wasn't that long ago we had that match against Daimond Dust here; I decided to join the team and help fight. He had been so happy to play alongside Endou, to prove how much he had grown because of him. But now he may never see that big, happy grin that Endou pulled off so well, never practice with him again, never get the chance to truly show what a difference Endou had made to him. Sighing heavily, he slowly got to his feet, wiping his face with a handkerchief at the same time. He had to get back to school; they have a soccer match in a few days time. Aphrodi's lips curled into a bitter smile. Even with this tragedy life still goes on. Maybe people will forget all about it or maybe it'll become a timeless mystery, right up there with the Bermuda Triangle and Jack the Ripper.

As he turned to leave he spotted something out the corner of his eye. He turned sharply and stared into the shadows of the field entrance. But there was nothing. Was it his imagination? For a moment he was sure he had seen a very familiar flash of orange... Nah, it can't be. He shrugged then exited the field. The memorial was probably still troubling him; there's no way he could have saw Endou's trademark headband back there, right?
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Ren:Did anyone of you snapped your fingers?
Endou:I did!
Ren:FUCK YOU,ENDOU!
Endou:What?
Ren:IF YOU SET KAZEMARU FREE,THEN,HE WILL KILL YOU OR OTHERS!
Endou:Uh oh.....
Ren:KAZEMARU I SURRENDER!
Kazemaru:Finally!You are the last one I have not killed yet!
Ren:FOOL!Sharp knifes enslavement!
Kazemaru:*dodge*Hehehe...you think I would fall for that?Silly girl!
Ren:I have no choice then....Dark Magic;Devil's Music!
Kazemaru:*devils hands holding him to the ground*WHAT THE HELL!?AHHH!N-NOOO!
Ren:*dark voice*And you are going to take a trip to hell!
Kazemaru:NOOOO!*went to Hell*
Ren:*dark voice*In your face,you brat!