Violation of the Sixth
Commandment
prologue
by Varon
This fic can also be found in http://www.geocities.com/varon_22/violatio.html.
I can't be too late.
Yusuke ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He passed by several street vendors, and nearly knocked down their merchandise. He didn't stop to apologize, though; he couldn't afford to waste precious time.
Please... I hope... I'm not... late...
His lungs were practically bursting, but he didn't dare rest. Curse his speed for not being lightning-fast like Hiei's. He panted heavily, comparative to that of a dog on a toasting summer day.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down the side of his face. He swerved to avoid crashing into a ten-year-old on his bike. Yusuke clenched his teeth, realizing how far the church was from the temple.
Just a little... little more...
No wonder Genkai-baasan had been very forceful in pushing -- no, SHOVING -- him out the door. So that's why she was so mad at me for arriving, Yusuke thought, jumping over an open manhole. She was merely concerned for my future... as well as rebuking my stupidity.
He rounded the corner, and finally found the building he ran across Tokyo for.
At last!
But then he stopped short.
From where he stood he saw two figures with their backs to him surrounded by well-wishers. Rice grains and flower petals rained upon the couple. The woman had long, auburn hair cascading just beneath her shoulders, and looking radiant in an elaborately designed white wedding dress. The woman threw back the bouquet of lilies she held in her hand, and Yusuke watched as the bridesmaids squealed and trampled over each other for the coveted prize. The man, tall and gallant-looking in a navy blue tuxedo suit, opened the door of the white limosine parked in front of the building and ushered his bride in. A "Just Married" banner hung limply from the bumper of the vehicle.
No...
Yusuke thought time had stood still. He had wanted time to stop, to take away the horror and pain he felt right then. But even all his combined youki could not help him out of this predicament.
It -- it can't be!
The driver gunned the engine, and Yusuke heard the car speed away. More cheers from the group that was left reached his ears. He tightly gripped the edge of the brick wall of an abandoned warehouse. Pieces of it crumbled at his touch... pretty much like his heart, which was slowly deteriorating, as if it were doused by one liter of muriatic acid. He wished the ground would just open up and swallow him, or that the world would suddenly collapse on him -- ANYTHING but to be in this situation.
I didn't... didn't make it. I'm too late.
Numbly, he found himself down on the dry cement. His mighty fist struck it, leaving on it a small crater. He was totally oblivious to the curious stares passers-by threw him. His back shook with sobs, as tears coursed freely down his cheeks.
Indeed, he paid dearly for his tardiness.
"Keiko.... no."
The loss of his love.
