Death and I -2
Title: Death and I
Pairing: Daeri(Daesung/Seungri)
Rating: PG-13, character death
Summary: Seungri loves playing games, however when his partner is death and the love of his life is the prize, he'll have to bring all he's got to the table.
Chapter Two - Caged Feathers
White is Seungri’s first impression as he claws his way back consciousness. The blur slowly resolves itself into the confines of a hospital room, cold and lonely. He tries to move, get a bearing on his surrounding but cringes as the action sends pain racing all across his body. A nurse hurries in, no doubt alerted by the beeping of the machines. She realizes Seungri’s awake and starts explaining. “Lee Seungri, you’ve been out cold for half a day now. Wounds include severe lacerations all over your body as well as widespread bruising. Your wrists are sprained and your ankle was twisted as they extracted you from the debris. But that’s the extent of your injuries.” Peering over her glasses at him, she comments, “You’re very lucky you know.”
All Seungri can do nod numbly as he tries to comprehend why there are small grey feathered wings behind the woman. They’re just visible over her shoulders and held tightly against her body. She bustles around, trying to make him more comfortable. However he can’t relax, not with those things there. He half expects something to be knocked over but the wings seem to move on their own, avoiding the various machines in the room. They were professional in their movement and understated in their appearance. Just like the nurse herself he muses. Perhaps something had happened during the accident and he was hallucinating.
When a police officer enters the room, he holds it together, but just barely. The remainder of the accident coupled with the fact that the police officer has massive pitch black wings is driving him half out of his mind. The policeman assures him the truck driver will be caught and brought to justice but those are just words to him. He’s the one who killed Jiyoung and nothing could change that. He listens blankly as the man informs him of various procedures, court dates, lawyer fees and other things he really doesn’t care about. Finally the man leaves and Seungri twists around, trying to see if he has wings too. He’s forgotten about the true extent of his injuries though and the sudden motion has him crying out in pain. (2)
A doctor hurries in to check on him and Seungri just wants to cry at the light brown wings trailing the man into the room. After he leaves, Seungri breaks, all alone in the room. First it’s just a few tears, but then they keep on coming and coming. Seungri weeps like he’s never had in his entire life. Sobbing into his pillow so nobody can hear him, he cries his heart out. They had been so close. If only Seungri hadn’t touched Jiyoung, if only his heart hadn’t ached for him everything would’ve been fine. Seungri would’ve still being able to see him, to speak to him, to make him laugh. Now he was gone forever. He hears rain beating against the glass windows, as if the sky was crying with him. So he cried for him, cried for Jiyoung until his mind went numb and he blacked out, welcoming the darkness.
One week later
“Sir,” he heard a woman say. Seungri lifts his head to look at the hospital psychologist who he has to visit for the foreseeable future. He’s resigned himself to the wings at this point, just takes it as a consequence of what he’s done. This woman has extraordinarily small wings, to the point where he hadn’t noticed them at first. But a few sessions in, as she turns to leave, he catches the quickest glimpse of greenish feathers.
The bad weather seems never ending as he listens to the water beating against the window, a thunderclap sounding somewhere in the vicinity. His bones hurt and his head was killing him, but all seemed overshadowed by the pain in his heart. He tries to be polite and smile at the woman but his heart feels heavy still and his wounds haven’t stopped aching.
Settling down across from him, the psychologist launches into an explanation of the nightmare he’d described to her the last session.
“Traumatic experiences can take a while to settle down and with trauma this bad, you’ll most probably feel the effects for a while. Nightmares every now and then or dreams of the actual event are likely. We need to get your mind off these things.”
She throws these words at Seungri in a monotone and the worst part is, he can’t even blame her for it. It was her job, what good could come of it if she became attached to every one of her clients? He was a relatively simple case, nothing she had no cause to be alarmed.
“Let’s start with the basics, alright?”
Seungri nodded.
“What’s your name,” she asked.
“Lee Seungri,” he answered.
“No, what’s your real name?”
She stares at me waiting for an answer. Seungri looks at her questioningly, frowning.
“What do you mean?”
“The police found your ID but it dates to the day of the accident. It’s too much of a coincidence for you to have renewed your ID on that same day. Possible, but highly unlikely. Besides, the other man’s ID was also new and while you’ve been referring to him as Jiyoung, the name on the ID is G-Dragon. This indicates you probably changed your name on the day of the accident,” she explained.
Seungri blinks and tries to remember the events from that day. He remembers the accident. The truck hitting the car and the intense pain that follows within seconds. He remembers that he had caressed Jiyoung’s face and the feelings he’d put into it. Suddenly, his eyes widen. “I”, he stutters, looking at the woman wide-eyed. “I can’t remember.”
She leans forward in her seat, concern showing on her face. “It is just that day or are there other times that you can’t remember,” she demands urgently.
“I don’t, I’m not sure what I-”
Cutting him off, the psychologist says, “List off everything you can remember about you, your friend, or anything else before the accident.”
Slowly, Seungri begins to talk. “My name is Lee Seungri. I’m twenty three years old. I live in Seoul.” He trails off, a feeling of panic setting in. “Why can’t I remember anything,” he demands. “What’s wrong with me?”
The psychologist is looking increasingly flustered. “Memory loss does occur in cases where there has been injury to the head. You must have been hit at some point. However, the force needed to cause this magnitude of memory loss should have left you with greater injuries than just bruises to your head. I’ll have to look over your files again.”
With that, she shoos Seungri out the door and leaves him in the hall. Making his way back to his room, he collapsed into his bed, cradling his head in his hands. He must have gone insane. There’s no other reason why he’s seeing these wings or why he can’t remember anything. Try as he might, nothing of the days preceding the accident would come to his mind. All he remembers was the accident itself and the days he’d spent in the hospital. The accident was mostly impressions of pain and loss and for some reason blue. Seungri puzzles over that particular piece for a while before giving up. It was probably the color of the truck that had hit them or some detail like that. Trying to recall any memories from before caused shooting pains in his head and he soon gives up.
A few days later and nothing has changed. Nothing the doctors or the psychologist can do will help him. His heart still bleeds for Jiyoung and his head still hurts when he tries to remember his past life. The hospital’s become almost a cage, keeping him away from the world. He wants so desperately to escape and follow Jiyoung away. Seungri begins to pay more attention to his surroundings, trying to find a way he can get out of this place.
A/N: God it's been a while. Sincere apologies for the length of time between the updates but the time difference and school is making this hard on us.
Pairing: Daeri(Daesung/Seungri)
Rating: PG-13, character death
Summary: Seungri loves playing games, however when his partner is death and the love of his life is the prize, he'll have to bring all he's got to the table.
Chapter Two - Caged Feathers
White is Seungri’s first impression as he claws his way back consciousness. The blur slowly resolves itself into the confines of a hospital room, cold and lonely. He tries to move, get a bearing on his surrounding but cringes as the action sends pain racing all across his body. A nurse hurries in, no doubt alerted by the beeping of the machines. She realizes Seungri’s awake and starts explaining. “Lee Seungri, you’ve been out cold for half a day now. Wounds include severe lacerations all over your body as well as widespread bruising. Your wrists are sprained and your ankle was twisted as they extracted you from the debris. But that’s the extent of your injuries.” Peering over her glasses at him, she comments, “You’re very lucky you know.”
All Seungri can do nod numbly as he tries to comprehend why there are small grey feathered wings behind the woman. They’re just visible over her shoulders and held tightly against her body. She bustles around, trying to make him more comfortable. However he can’t relax, not with those things there. He half expects something to be knocked over but the wings seem to move on their own, avoiding the various machines in the room. They were professional in their movement and understated in their appearance. Just like the nurse herself he muses. Perhaps something had happened during the accident and he was hallucinating.
When a police officer enters the room, he holds it together, but just barely. The remainder of the accident coupled with the fact that the police officer has massive pitch black wings is driving him half out of his mind. The policeman assures him the truck driver will be caught and brought to justice but those are just words to him. He’s the one who killed Jiyoung and nothing could change that. He listens blankly as the man informs him of various procedures, court dates, lawyer fees and other things he really doesn’t care about. Finally the man leaves and Seungri twists around, trying to see if he has wings too. He’s forgotten about the true extent of his injuries though and the sudden motion has him crying out in pain. (2)
A doctor hurries in to check on him and Seungri just wants to cry at the light brown wings trailing the man into the room. After he leaves, Seungri breaks, all alone in the room. First it’s just a few tears, but then they keep on coming and coming. Seungri weeps like he’s never had in his entire life. Sobbing into his pillow so nobody can hear him, he cries his heart out. They had been so close. If only Seungri hadn’t touched Jiyoung, if only his heart hadn’t ached for him everything would’ve been fine. Seungri would’ve still being able to see him, to speak to him, to make him laugh. Now he was gone forever. He hears rain beating against the glass windows, as if the sky was crying with him. So he cried for him, cried for Jiyoung until his mind went numb and he blacked out, welcoming the darkness.
One week later
“Sir,” he heard a woman say. Seungri lifts his head to look at the hospital psychologist who he has to visit for the foreseeable future. He’s resigned himself to the wings at this point, just takes it as a consequence of what he’s done. This woman has extraordinarily small wings, to the point where he hadn’t noticed them at first. But a few sessions in, as she turns to leave, he catches the quickest glimpse of greenish feathers.
The bad weather seems never ending as he listens to the water beating against the window, a thunderclap sounding somewhere in the vicinity. His bones hurt and his head was killing him, but all seemed overshadowed by the pain in his heart. He tries to be polite and smile at the woman but his heart feels heavy still and his wounds haven’t stopped aching.
Settling down across from him, the psychologist launches into an explanation of the nightmare he’d described to her the last session.
“Traumatic experiences can take a while to settle down and with trauma this bad, you’ll most probably feel the effects for a while. Nightmares every now and then or dreams of the actual event are likely. We need to get your mind off these things.”
She throws these words at Seungri in a monotone and the worst part is, he can’t even blame her for it. It was her job, what good could come of it if she became attached to every one of her clients? He was a relatively simple case, nothing she had no cause to be alarmed.
“Let’s start with the basics, alright?”
Seungri nodded.
“What’s your name,” she asked.
“Lee Seungri,” he answered.
“No, what’s your real name?”
She stares at me waiting for an answer. Seungri looks at her questioningly, frowning.
“What do you mean?”
“The police found your ID but it dates to the day of the accident. It’s too much of a coincidence for you to have renewed your ID on that same day. Possible, but highly unlikely. Besides, the other man’s ID was also new and while you’ve been referring to him as Jiyoung, the name on the ID is G-Dragon. This indicates you probably changed your name on the day of the accident,” she explained.
Seungri blinks and tries to remember the events from that day. He remembers the accident. The truck hitting the car and the intense pain that follows within seconds. He remembers that he had caressed Jiyoung’s face and the feelings he’d put into it. Suddenly, his eyes widen. “I”, he stutters, looking at the woman wide-eyed. “I can’t remember.”
She leans forward in her seat, concern showing on her face. “It is just that day or are there other times that you can’t remember,” she demands urgently.
“I don’t, I’m not sure what I-”
Cutting him off, the psychologist says, “List off everything you can remember about you, your friend, or anything else before the accident.”
Slowly, Seungri begins to talk. “My name is Lee Seungri. I’m twenty three years old. I live in Seoul.” He trails off, a feeling of panic setting in. “Why can’t I remember anything,” he demands. “What’s wrong with me?”
The psychologist is looking increasingly flustered. “Memory loss does occur in cases where there has been injury to the head. You must have been hit at some point. However, the force needed to cause this magnitude of memory loss should have left you with greater injuries than just bruises to your head. I’ll have to look over your files again.”
With that, she shoos Seungri out the door and leaves him in the hall. Making his way back to his room, he collapsed into his bed, cradling his head in his hands. He must have gone insane. There’s no other reason why he’s seeing these wings or why he can’t remember anything. Try as he might, nothing of the days preceding the accident would come to his mind. All he remembers was the accident itself and the days he’d spent in the hospital. The accident was mostly impressions of pain and loss and for some reason blue. Seungri puzzles over that particular piece for a while before giving up. It was probably the color of the truck that had hit them or some detail like that. Trying to recall any memories from before caused shooting pains in his head and he soon gives up.
A few days later and nothing has changed. Nothing the doctors or the psychologist can do will help him. His heart still bleeds for Jiyoung and his head still hurts when he tries to remember his past life. The hospital’s become almost a cage, keeping him away from the world. He wants so desperately to escape and follow Jiyoung away. Seungri begins to pay more attention to his surroundings, trying to find a way he can get out of this place.
A/N: God it's been a while. Sincere apologies for the length of time between the updates but the time difference and school is making this hard on us.