Summary: How fast can hell overtake the course of heaven on a railway track? ...RuSen...

Disclaimer: Takehiko Inoue-sama owns them--lucky, isn't he?

On The Rails
Author: maple freya
Genre: Shounen-ai / Tragedy
Pairing: RuSen
Warning: Death-fic. Try not to let your imagination get overworked, and you'll be fine. I hope... ^-^V

Hell was closer than anyone of them had expected.

The train was running fast, all high and mighty, sending a grinding vibration through the rail tracks paving its way.

The guy was brooding on, zoned out and unaware, traipsing beside the railway as though the whole world was his own.

There was a happy smile on his face, which told of contentment and satisfaction. His nerves were giddy with euphoria and an almost childlike nonchalance as he raptly floated through his self-made heaven.

The light, warm feeling currently brewing in his heart reminded him generously of how blissfully fulfilling it was to be alive...

And drugged.

He got too caught up in his celestial delusions that he never did see nor sense how fast the infernal reality was approaching from behind...

He felt hell at the initial impact. Hell as his body was mercilessly caught between the metal wheels. Hell as he got mangled to the very cell, the callous culprit grossly disbursing every crushed and severed bit of him all over the tracks.

Hell as he was thrown out of his own life... Unaware and dead.

The warning wails that suddenly filled the night were haunting. It jolted him out of his sleep, and he was suddenly both glad and apprehensive upon realizing how close he was to his destination.

He fished his mobile phone out of his pocket and dialed an all too familiar number, intending to surprise his koi with his proximity.

Wanting to assure himself, just as well, that the fleeting premonition he just had was wrong, faulty.

Baseless.

One cheerful laugh from his koi should be enough to disperse all feeling of anxiety fermenting the blood in his veins, suffocating his heart.

It had been such a long while...

His lengthy absence had taken its toil on his koi, or so he heard. That poor, lonely bunny had not been himself ever since he left.

That's exactly what he came back for, to pull his beloved out of the hell he, in his solitary desolation, had inadvertently hurled himself into.

But the endless ringing of the phone was all that filled the foxy lad's ear. And he felt his heart lurch upon vaguely catching the sound of his koi's ringtone echoing away into the night as his ride impassively sped toward Ryonan Station.

On the same railway track, not so faraway, a small glob of muscle lying beside the unscathed phone finally stopped beating to the familiar theme of his undying love.

Hell was such an unfeeling circumstance. The irony of life.

+++owari+++

Note: I live near the railroad and have heard of so many people getting hit, severed and squashed by an on-rushing train. OUCH! What a cruel way to meet death, huh? I can't understand how preposterously careless people can be to let their lives ended in such a sudden, dishonorable way. Never reckon with a force stronger than your own... It just might cause your life, your very happiness. Never dare lose yourself beside a railway track... You may never know just how close hell is, until it's all too late...

This story is dedicated to all the victims of such an unfeeling circumstance. May they all rest in peace.

Arigatou for reading. Ciao! ^________^