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nickngregRaiting: PG
Warnings: None...unless you count the fluff
Summary: Do you feel the rain, over the pain? Give me the strength to believe the words, that love will find a way, with or without the sun. I'll be and I won't say goodbye, cause I...I know I'll be with you..
Despite the summary, it's not a death-fic...
Honeslty...
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. I don't own the beautiful song Unnamed Song either, Violet UK and Yoshiki.. Also, I don't own the song, Taion, the GazettE owns it.
A little note: Taion only appears in the first flashback.
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I'm standing on the edge
And coming to my senses from my reverie
Never thought I would
Never thought I'd need to
Say goodbye I bid you farewell
My voiceless words are swaying a flame
It had been three days...three long, useless days since he had been killed.
Three painstakingly slow days...
...since the body had been found, in an unusual way.
( Nick had just arrived home from the lab, his footsteps echoing in the quiet garage as he shut off the engine of his truck and climbed out, yawning as he locked the doors.
When he made it to the apartment door, something didn't feel right. The air around him felt thick and uncomfortable. Carefully putting the key into the lock, he twisted it, hearing the small click that accompanied it.
As he stepped cautiously into the hallway, he looked around, nothing.
That's when he heard it...the sound of far off music.
Pulling out the gun from the holster and taking it off safety, he took quiet footsteps towards the room where he heard it.
A desperate yet still high voice, distinctly male, singing.
Togiresuna ikiwo yurushite…
Douka hidoi yumedato kotaetehoshii
Doredake sakebi modae kurusimebaii
Douka hidoi yumedato oshietehoshii
Saigoni mouichidodake warattemiai
He dropped the gun, the metal falling to the floor.
Inside the bedroom was blood. Like someone had taken gallons of it and splattered it over the walls.
As the final notes of the haunting melody faded away, his eyes came to rest on a body.
Nick stepped back, his back hitting the wall.
On their bed lie Greg's lifeless body, head lolled to the side, showing the severe cuts that littered his pale neck. White, dirty bandages wrapped around his torso, arms, legs and neck, some covered with blood, others seemed like they were dragged through mud.
Above the body, in slightly messy writing were words, the exact meaning not clear.
Please forgive my dying breath.
Please answer me it is a horrible dream.
How much should I shout, writhe and suffer?
Please tell me it is a horrible dream.
I want to smile again at last.
At first he didn't understand it, but as he looked back at the body, he noticed that some sort of a twisted smile seemed to be etched on his face.
The image would stay permanently stamped in his mind.)
Nick stared at the ceiling as the service seemed to drag on. Even if he had grown up in a strictly Christian family, and went to church every Sunday, he never really bothered to that much when he and Greg moved in together. He supposed it was to preserve Greg's wishes and not bring religion into their relationship.
Of course, Greg really wasn't against religions, seeing as weeks prior, he had been practicing some odd Buddhist ritual for stress...which looked really complicated.
Nick closed his eyes, as the preacher's words filtered through his mind.
“When the time comes, you'll know when it's time to say goodbye...”
He sighed and stood up, just as the choir was beginning to sing their final song.
(“Hey Nicky?”
Nick looked over at Greg, who sat beside him on the bench.
“How would you say goodbye to someone who you love so much, it's hard to let go?”
He stared at Greg.
“Not for me, my friend's daughter lost her dog. She can't seem to say goodbye to him.”
Nick thought for a moment, “Well, I guess that she'd have to understand that she'll see her dog again. That he's in a better place.”
Greg smiled at him, “I can always count on you. Thanks Nicky.” he got up, shutting his locker and walking towards Nick, “I'll see you after shift Superman.” he placed a small kiss on his cheek.)
“Well, it's been about three days now, I went to church today, listening to the preacher preach about when the right time to forget is...” he carefully traced the golden ring that he had embedded into the stone, “I guess what I'm trying to say is...”
“When the time comes, you'll know when it's time to say goodbye.”
Shaking his head, he stood up, “Now's not the time...” he whispered, walking away.
I can't live without
I can't live without
I can't live without you
“Are you okay Nick?” Catherine asked as she walked into the break room, tow cups of coffee in her hands.
He shook his head, “I'd be lying if I said I was.”
She smiled sadly, “I see.” setting down the coffee, she pushed on cup towards him, “It's Greg's special blend. Everybody's pitching in to buy it each time we run out.”
Staring at the bland coffee cup, he heard Greg's voice.
“Hey Nick, do you think if I were to ever stop spending my money on coffee, the lab would go crazy?”
“Nah, they'd probably band together and buy more...”
Nick pushed to cup aside, “I can't do it Cath.”
“Go home, take a break, Grissom will understand.”
When he arrived back to the apartment, he went to the guest room, doubting he could sleep fitfully in their bed.
Here in the dark
I whisper your name over again
Give me the strength to seize the light
If I should find a way
I saw a dream you were flying in the sky
Without a fear
Never touched the ground
But never came to my side
I tried so hard to reach out for your hand
The ruthless wind kept your soul away
(“Nicky, look at me...” a distorted voice called.
“Greg?”
“Look...I'm flying...”
“Greg! Where are you? Greg?”
A light shined suddenly, blinding Nick momentarily.
“Take my hand...”
A transparent hand was held in front of his face.
“Greg? Is that really you?”
“Take my hand Nick, hurry...”
“Greg! Please, stay...don't leave me...”
The hand started disappearing.
“Hurry Nicky...”
Reaching up, he tried to grab the offered hand...
...he missed. His hand went through it.
“Nicky...”
He kept trying, each time his hand going through Greg's.
“Nicky...”
Nick felt tears in his eyes, “Don't...Greg...don't leave.”
“Nicky...”
“Greg!”)
He sat up, his chest heaving as he wiped his face, pushing back the tears that threatened to spill.
I can't live without
I can't give without
I can't breathe without you
Here in the world
Do you feel the rain
You said love takes no pain
With or without the sun
The lurid sky is still tearing me apart
(“Greg, you need to come in. It's raining.”
Greg smiled, his hair sticking to his neck and face as he twirled around in the rain, “Come on out here, it's refreshing.”
Opening the umbrella, he left the shade of the over-pass and walked into the soggy grass, “I'll come out there alright.”
Nick came up beside him, black umbrella over them, protecting.
Pouting, he leaned in and kissed Nick, “Spoil sport.”
“I don't want you sick.”
He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, scaredy cat.” he reached up and wrapped his hand around Nick's, “Come on,” he carefully pulled the umbrella out of Nick's grasp, dropping it to the ground, “just feel.” he whispered as the rain poured around them.
“What-”
Greg shook his head as he laced their fingers together, “Do you feel it?”
He cocked his head to the side.
“Feel the rain. It's almost like love...no pain...even if the sun does come out soon, I still know that you'll love me even if it's not raining.”
Nick blinked, “That's-”
Greg smiled, leaned in, and kissed him, silencing whatever Nick was about to say, “I love you.” he whispered as they kissed again, rain pouring around them.)
Will she let freedom reign over the pain
Give me the strength to believe the words that love will find a way
I can't live without
I can't give without you
Here in the world
Do you feel the rain over the pain
Give me the strength to believe the words that love will find a way
With or without the sun
I'll be and I won't say goodbye cause I...
I know I'll be with you
Nick didn't know why he was standing out here in the rain, no umbrella, no coat.
He stood in front of Greg's grave, heart beating painfully in his chest.
“I'm back. I don't know what I should say, I mean, it's hard for me to come here...”
Staring at the sky, he felt the rain run down his cheeks, mixing with his tears.
“Feel the rain.”
At that moment, it seemed as if Greg's voice had echoed through the empty graveyard.
Looking down at the grave he felt more tears fall down his cheeks.
“I don't know if I can do it G...it's so hard...I can't go on...”
“It's almost like love...no pain...even if the sun does come out soon, I still know that you'll love me even if it's not raining.”
“Greg?”
“Do you feel it?”
Nick looked around him, was his ears playing tricks on him?
“It's almost like love...no pain...even if the sun does come out soon, I still know that you'll love me even if it's not raining.”
He heard the echo of laughter.
“Nick...”
Something grabbed his hand, he looked down, a transparent, pale hand was wrapped around his. His eyes widened, as he followed the arm with his eyes.
“Greg? Is that...am I...”
He shook his head, “You didn't answer me last night...”
“I'm sorry. I didn't know.”
“It's okay...I can't stay long...I need to get back up there soon.”
“But what about me? Are you leaving again?”
Greg nodded sadly, “I have to.”
“Why?”
“It's the way things are.”
“I don't want you to go...please...”
Greg looked down, “I have to...”
“Take me with you then.”
He looked up alarmed, “I can't. That would be taking an innocent life away from someone. Not really heaven worthy.”
“I don't care Greg, I have nothing to live for now anyway...I mean, I'm pathetic, I can't even say goodbye to a piece of granite!”
A small smile crossed his face, “Someone told me once that in order to say goodbye to someone they loved, they'd have to understand that it's not forever, and you'll see them again another time.”
Nick looked up at Greg, “Are you saying...?”
Greg nodded, “This isn't goodbye...it's more like a 'see you soon' type thing, as in, just because you're here, and I'm there, doesn't mean that this will be the last time we meet.”
Nick leaned in slightly, “Can I...?”
Laughing, Greg leaned in too, “I'd be insulted and a bit hurt if you didn't.”
He smiled and let out a small laugh, before leaning in the rest of the way and sealing their lips together.
After a few moments of just simply having their lips pressed together, they pulled away.
“Hear that Nicky?”
A far off sound of a slow piano melody played, floating through the sky.
“What is that?”
“When ever you hear that, it means that I'm near you. Beside you, or somewhere in the same room. Only you and those who truly care can hear...”
“When will I see you again?” he asked as Greg started fading.
Greg smiled, his eyes glittering mischievously, “Maybe tonight...maybe in the morning...whenever you're asleep...you might even get to see my wings.”
“I'd like that.” Nick said, smirking as he caught the implications of the statement.
“Thought so...now...it's time for you to wake up....”
With that, everything around him faded and went black.
When he opened his eyes, he was in the graveyard, beside Greg's grave.
It had stopped raining, and the sun was peeking it's way from behind the clouds.
Sitting up, he noticed that even though he had been lying on the wet ground, his clothes were still dry, and he was warm, not cold.
Nick quickly pushed himself up and stretched his arms, feeling a bit more rested than he had in days.
“I'll see you soon Greg...I love you.”
Taking one last look at the grave, he smiled and started walking back to his truck.
A lone, crisp white feather floated from the sky, carefully landing on the top of the tombstone.
A slow piano melody echoed through the graveyard, and a figure smiled as he watched the black truck drive away.
“I love you too Nick...”
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So, the un-wanted sequel to Reila...
Of course, I had to write it, seeing as this kept on appearing in dream form for the past 2 days...not to mention Yoshiki's song....and of course, my Uruha muse who insists that he get the last word.
Oh god...next you'll be seeing, the GazettE's Uruha meets CSI's Greg...which really isn't a good idea (two uh...uke's aren't good in a relationship together...)
So, for anyone who want's to hear the song that I used in here, go to Here it's the newest entry, and the video has the song in it...though, if you can't stand to see a tribute video about some guy with pink hair...just ignore it XD. Oh..a PS...Yoshiki doesn't sing in here, he plays the piano...
RIP: hide-sama...I miss you D=
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Date: 2008-02-26 09:09 pm (UTC)I'll be back to comment on this and Reila soon!
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Date: 2008-02-26 09:47 pm (UTC)Yes, Yoshiki is da best ever.
Lucky you...you got to meet him D=
A friend of mine got to meet him too...she sent me a video though...
Is he as awesome as he is in videos?
(Assuming, since you're a Yoshiki fan, you're and X Japan fan too...right?)
Gackt...he's the best ever! I totally love him(he was the first J-artist I listened to XD)
Miyavi...I'm currently listening to one of his songs now...and yes, I am a big fan of his too...I went through a total fangirl period.
Dir en Grey! Woot! I had like...all of their songs downloaded before my computer crashed D=
My musical tastes range anywhere from L'Arc~en~Ciel to X Japan...
(Since we're on the topic, are you familiar with Pierrot?)
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Date: 2008-02-26 10:04 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm an X fan, too. ^^
And yey for all the in-common ness here, lol. Love L'arc, too. And, I've heard a few songs by Pierrot, my friend was obsessed with them for a while, though, lol.
have you heard of girugamesh, DBSK, or Kat-tun, theyre great, too. ^^
Mind if I friend you?
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Date: 2008-02-26 10:07 pm (UTC)Yay!! Another X fan! Alot of people claim to listen to Jrock beut never heard of X...
lol...Pierrot is a total obsession of mine...along with LM.C...
I've heard of em XD Yeah they are pretty cool.
Sure, go ahead, I dun mind.
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Date: 2008-02-27 05:45 am (UTC)The flashback scenes were very squee-worthy (adorable Greg), which, of course, assured to make everything that much harder on Nick. But I really like the rain scene and how you made a parallel with Nick's "vision" of Greg; how the halting of the rain represented Nick beginning to move on, or at least starting to accept the fact that Greg isn't alive.
:gasps: You used the "u" word
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Date: 2008-02-27 09:44 pm (UTC)Yay! You noticed!
I blame the song...because...really...Yoshiki needs to lear how to hide his total love for hide-sama....(Yes, I will forever believe that)
Plus, I got that rain scene in a dream...don't ask how...though...the dream was more Yoshikixhide oriented, which is what I originally planned to write the fic about...not NickxGreg.
Do you feel the rain over the pain
Give me the strength to believe the words that love will find a way
With or without the sun
I'll be and I won't say goodbye cause I...
I know I'll be with you
This...was just begging for a rain scene though.
Yes...yes I did XD
(Also...the idea about Uruha and Greg meeting...oh god...I actually started writing on it today during Health...
Which, it should be finished soon...cause it's just real short and totally crack.
It's titled so far(jut because) The Five Ways Greg and Uruha Didn't Meet. Of course, it's not NickxGreg so it wont be posted in the comm..but it'll be in my journal and possibly on ff.net...)
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Date: 2008-03-02 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-02 06:12 pm (UTC)This is the (unwanted) sequel to Reila, which Greg really does die...
He was already dead...basically this a post-death fic.
So, Reila=death fic. Unnamed Song=post-death fic