Ultra Mors, Vita
More distraction. Grace Fallen will be now a 3-parter, because the second 'part' is ridiculously long. Shall post part 2 maybe tomorrow. :D
Title: Ultra Mors, Vita
Author: orionsroad
Rating: G
Form: Oneshot
Pairings: Vague ideas of YunJae with Jae not explicitly named.
Genre: Supernatural, philosphical/surreal.
Summary: After Death, life. Yunho meets his end's begining. (After-death fic. So like, he dies, but it's not... er, sad?)
A/N: ... so I'm apparently on a supernatural streak. ^^; This is all a bit surreal. Please take note of the descriptors used for 'Jae'. And yes, things randomly shift, they're meant to. XP
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Yunho sat up, blinking hard and then rubbing his eyes. The ground was oddly red, the open space around him a rocky barren brown. He wondered why he’d been lying down, wondered why it was so quiet.
“Jung Yunho.” The voice was quiet, but echoed in the stillness of the surroundings. Turning, Yunho looked around behind him.
About five meters away, sitting on one of the large red-orange rocks, was a wraith. That was the only description Yunho could give the apparition. It was swathed in long, dark robes that were not only really black but more an absence of colour. The seemed to absorb the very light itself, and billowed out, floating on a non existent wind. The pale white skin of its face and fingers glowed amongst the unrelenting dark of its clothes and the dirty colours of their surroundings. Its expression was calm, almost thoughtful, and its large eyes were fixed on him.
Yunho scrambled up from his seated position, eyes darting around the empty plain. He was alone, apart from the wraith. Where had his company gone? They had been fighting… there had been hundreds of soldiers on the field only moments ago. Where had they gone? Why was there no noise at all? He eyed the wraith warily.
“What are you?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly. The wraith tilted it’s head to the side slightly, it’s silky black hair following the movement like water.
“I am your death.” The soft voice replied, and the wraith stood up.
“M-my what?!” Yunho stuttered, stepping backwards. “You’re going to kill me?!” He exclaimed, casting about for his weapon. But his gun, his pack, everything was gone. The wraith shook its head sadly at him.
“No. Jung Yunho, you are already dead.” The wraith informed him, and Yunho felt his heart stop in that moment, his whole body freezing.
“I… I’m dead?” He whispered. “No, no… I mean, I can’t- ” He said, although something inside him thought the wraith might be right. If he were alive… where were the people? Where was his unit? The enemy? Unless… unless he was dreaming. “No, I’m dreaming.” He said a little more firmly. “Maybe I’m injured… and I’m dreaming this.” He rationalised.
The wraith came closer, almost floating over the rocky orange earth. There was a cold touch on his hand, and Yunho jumped backwards. The wraith’s long white fingers withdrew, and Yunho realised they were standing face to face now.
“You are not dreaming.” The wraith said, with what almost sounded like pity in its voice. Yunho looked into the wraith’s face - it was definitely ethereal, of some sort, a pale otherworldly beauty that looked touched by death itself in its perfection.
The wraith touched him again, taking his hand between its own, the chill of it’s touch seeping to his bones. And he knew then… knew it was true.
“I’m… dead…?” Yunho whispered almost inaudibly to himself, eyes wide with shock at the realisation. The wraith nodded, stroking his hand lightly.
“You are.” It confirmed.
“Oh god…” Yunho breathed, his other hand coming to clamp over his mouth, his eyes darting everywhere. “But… but then, everyone else? My unit…?” He asked, halfway frantic at the thought of his friends. The wraith’s eyebrows tilted compassionately.
“There was a bomb.” It said gently. “You all died.” It told him, and Yunho gasped, feeling himself falling. The shock of the ground, hard and tangible under him as he fell jerked him back from his shock. He looked up at the wraith with wide eyes.
“They’re all dead?” He asked disbelievingly. “No… oh, nonono…” He murmured, feeling tears welling. He hadn’t cried much in life, but the thought of his entire unit, and half the company of men, wiped out in one instant, just like that. All of his friends - the men he’d been with every moment of every day for months now… all gone. A few teardrops fell, one into the red earth, the other absorbing into the dusty brown of his pants.
“If… if they’re dead, and I’m… if I’m dead too, why aren’t they here?” He asked eventually, his voice a little scratchy. The wraith knelt, or lowered itself somehow beside him, its cold touch on his shoulder strangely comforting.
“This is not their death.” The wraith explained, and Yunho’s brow furrowed, sniffing back his tears. Yunho looked up at it.
“I don’t understand.” He said hopelessly, feeling so utterly lost. If this was death… what was the point of it? Was there a point at all…?
“Not many do.” The wraith told him, the smooth face marred by its sympathetic frown. “Death is different for everyone, Jung Yunho.”
“You said before, you said that you were my death. What does that mean?” Yunho asked, struggling to make sense of it all. At least death was not an eternity alone. Even if his comrades weren’t here, at least he wasn’t alone. He couldn’t handle being alone. Not like this, in this bleak place that hadn’t been any nicer or forgiving in life then it seemed in death.
“I’ve been waiting for you. For quite some time.” It said vaguely, looking away across the plain. “Although perhaps not so long as I would have liked.” It murmured, seemingly to itself. “I’m here to take you On.” It said, looking back at Yunho again. Yunho sniffed again, rubbing his nose with his sleeve and ridding himself of the small tear tracks on his cheek.
“On to where?” He prompted, still not understanding at all. It smiled at him gently, and it was like dawn breaking for Yunho. Behind the wraith, the sky was breaking, a light, warm blue flooding across the horizon.
A pale hand was offered to Yunho, and once he took it, it pulled him up.
“That, Jung Yunho, is entirely up to you.” The being said. Yunho’s eyebrows rose. Grass crept up through the dry rock, shooting across the plain in great sweeps.
“Will you stay with me?” He asked, eyebrows drawn together as he considered the other with some concern. Another, sweeter smile was bestowed upon him. The sound of water rushed behind them.
“If you like.” It said, simply. Yunho bit his lip.
“I would.” Yunho replied, watching the pale cheeks tint a pale, pretty pink.
“Okay.” The pale young man said, stepping backwards into the soft grass a few steps, and tilted his head to the side, looking at Yunho expectantly. “Time to go then, Jung Yunho. Are you ready?” The young man asked.
Yunho looked at him, at the large earnest eyes sparkling in the sunshine, the deep black hair that flew away with the breeze, the way his bare toes curled into the lush green grass below them, and the way his plain white shirt flapped in the wind, the faded denim of his jeans hugging his legs. His eyes raked over the other, down to the slim arm that was raised, extended towards Yunho with an open palm, waiting for Yunho to take it.
And Yunho smiled, stepping forward and entwining their hands, their fingers cool against each other.
Title: Ultra Mors, Vita
Author: orionsroad
Rating: G
Form: Oneshot
Pairings: Vague ideas of YunJae with Jae not explicitly named.
Genre: Supernatural, philosphical/surreal.
Summary: After Death, life. Yunho meets his end's begining. (After-death fic. So like, he dies, but it's not... er, sad?)
A/N: ... so I'm apparently on a supernatural streak. ^^; This is all a bit surreal. Please take note of the descriptors used for 'Jae'. And yes, things randomly shift, they're meant to. XP
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Yunho sat up, blinking hard and then rubbing his eyes. The ground was oddly red, the open space around him a rocky barren brown. He wondered why he’d been lying down, wondered why it was so quiet.
“Jung Yunho.” The voice was quiet, but echoed in the stillness of the surroundings. Turning, Yunho looked around behind him.
About five meters away, sitting on one of the large red-orange rocks, was a wraith. That was the only description Yunho could give the apparition. It was swathed in long, dark robes that were not only really black but more an absence of colour. The seemed to absorb the very light itself, and billowed out, floating on a non existent wind. The pale white skin of its face and fingers glowed amongst the unrelenting dark of its clothes and the dirty colours of their surroundings. Its expression was calm, almost thoughtful, and its large eyes were fixed on him.
Yunho scrambled up from his seated position, eyes darting around the empty plain. He was alone, apart from the wraith. Where had his company gone? They had been fighting… there had been hundreds of soldiers on the field only moments ago. Where had they gone? Why was there no noise at all? He eyed the wraith warily.
“What are you?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly. The wraith tilted it’s head to the side slightly, it’s silky black hair following the movement like water.
“I am your death.” The soft voice replied, and the wraith stood up.
“M-my what?!” Yunho stuttered, stepping backwards. “You’re going to kill me?!” He exclaimed, casting about for his weapon. But his gun, his pack, everything was gone. The wraith shook its head sadly at him.
“No. Jung Yunho, you are already dead.” The wraith informed him, and Yunho felt his heart stop in that moment, his whole body freezing.
“I… I’m dead?” He whispered. “No, no… I mean, I can’t- ” He said, although something inside him thought the wraith might be right. If he were alive… where were the people? Where was his unit? The enemy? Unless… unless he was dreaming. “No, I’m dreaming.” He said a little more firmly. “Maybe I’m injured… and I’m dreaming this.” He rationalised.
The wraith came closer, almost floating over the rocky orange earth. There was a cold touch on his hand, and Yunho jumped backwards. The wraith’s long white fingers withdrew, and Yunho realised they were standing face to face now.
“You are not dreaming.” The wraith said, with what almost sounded like pity in its voice. Yunho looked into the wraith’s face - it was definitely ethereal, of some sort, a pale otherworldly beauty that looked touched by death itself in its perfection.
The wraith touched him again, taking his hand between its own, the chill of it’s touch seeping to his bones. And he knew then… knew it was true.
“I’m… dead…?” Yunho whispered almost inaudibly to himself, eyes wide with shock at the realisation. The wraith nodded, stroking his hand lightly.
“You are.” It confirmed.
“Oh god…” Yunho breathed, his other hand coming to clamp over his mouth, his eyes darting everywhere. “But… but then, everyone else? My unit…?” He asked, halfway frantic at the thought of his friends. The wraith’s eyebrows tilted compassionately.
“There was a bomb.” It said gently. “You all died.” It told him, and Yunho gasped, feeling himself falling. The shock of the ground, hard and tangible under him as he fell jerked him back from his shock. He looked up at the wraith with wide eyes.
“They’re all dead?” He asked disbelievingly. “No… oh, nonono…” He murmured, feeling tears welling. He hadn’t cried much in life, but the thought of his entire unit, and half the company of men, wiped out in one instant, just like that. All of his friends - the men he’d been with every moment of every day for months now… all gone. A few teardrops fell, one into the red earth, the other absorbing into the dusty brown of his pants.
“If… if they’re dead, and I’m… if I’m dead too, why aren’t they here?” He asked eventually, his voice a little scratchy. The wraith knelt, or lowered itself somehow beside him, its cold touch on his shoulder strangely comforting.
“This is not their death.” The wraith explained, and Yunho’s brow furrowed, sniffing back his tears. Yunho looked up at it.
“I don’t understand.” He said hopelessly, feeling so utterly lost. If this was death… what was the point of it? Was there a point at all…?
“Not many do.” The wraith told him, the smooth face marred by its sympathetic frown. “Death is different for everyone, Jung Yunho.”
“You said before, you said that you were my death. What does that mean?” Yunho asked, struggling to make sense of it all. At least death was not an eternity alone. Even if his comrades weren’t here, at least he wasn’t alone. He couldn’t handle being alone. Not like this, in this bleak place that hadn’t been any nicer or forgiving in life then it seemed in death.
“I’ve been waiting for you. For quite some time.” It said vaguely, looking away across the plain. “Although perhaps not so long as I would have liked.” It murmured, seemingly to itself. “I’m here to take you On.” It said, looking back at Yunho again. Yunho sniffed again, rubbing his nose with his sleeve and ridding himself of the small tear tracks on his cheek.
“On to where?” He prompted, still not understanding at all. It smiled at him gently, and it was like dawn breaking for Yunho. Behind the wraith, the sky was breaking, a light, warm blue flooding across the horizon.
A pale hand was offered to Yunho, and once he took it, it pulled him up.
“That, Jung Yunho, is entirely up to you.” The being said. Yunho’s eyebrows rose. Grass crept up through the dry rock, shooting across the plain in great sweeps.
“Will you stay with me?” He asked, eyebrows drawn together as he considered the other with some concern. Another, sweeter smile was bestowed upon him. The sound of water rushed behind them.
“If you like.” It said, simply. Yunho bit his lip.
“I would.” Yunho replied, watching the pale cheeks tint a pale, pretty pink.
“Okay.” The pale young man said, stepping backwards into the soft grass a few steps, and tilted his head to the side, looking at Yunho expectantly. “Time to go then, Jung Yunho. Are you ready?” The young man asked.
Yunho looked at him, at the large earnest eyes sparkling in the sunshine, the deep black hair that flew away with the breeze, the way his bare toes curled into the lush green grass below them, and the way his plain white shirt flapped in the wind, the faded denim of his jeans hugging his legs. His eyes raked over the other, down to the slim arm that was raised, extended towards Yunho with an open palm, waiting for Yunho to take it.
And Yunho smiled, stepping forward and entwining their hands, their fingers cool against each other.