Hi guys. Here I am . . .again ^^ This time with a new story that popped up into my head on the weekend. I don't know if you'll like it, but please read it. And if you have got a little bit spare time, please review too.
As for my other story. I'm stuck right now so it will not be updated this week. I hope that my writer's block is over soon, so that I can write on my other story again.
Almost forget to write an important thing. The poll result is very clear. All of you want that I write a happy end for "Watch over me". So I think I will fullfill your wishes. Or maybe not? Just kidding.
Summary:
Natsuki Kuga is a respected doctor at a hospital in Fuuka. One day her superior told her that they would get one new apprentice and she should train her so that she could become such a great doctor as herself. That of course made Natsuki very nervous because she has a secret no one knows about. What if this apprentice gets too curious. Find out!
Disclaimer: Mai Hime belongs to Sunrise.
So here it is. The first chapter of my new story.
Chapter: 1 Normal day
It was very quiet in all these corridor. You couldn't hear anything. Every day around this time the lights would go out. Only a few left that the corridors were not as dark as a grave.
Most of the time it was very peaceful. But this night it should change dramatically.
Outside was a frightening thunderstorm approaching. It's lighting brightening the corridors of the huge building. Raindrops started to fall. First only small ones but they grew even bigger. Not one umbrella would withstand such a force.
You could get the feeling that mother nature was furious and tried to destroy humanity.
But in a blink of an eye it all vanished into nothingness. The lightning, the thunder, and the rain. As if nothing happened at all. The night was once more quiet and peaceful.
Inside this huge building, called Fuuka hospital, there was one room, which wasn't dark yet. A lone figure sat at the desk, writing something on a piece of paper. She was wearing a white overall. And it didn't bother her that a few minutes ago the whole world was in caos.
Every night she was the only person left. No one asked her to stay this late at the hospital. She did it voluntarily. All her colleagues thought she was crazy because when they had done their work, they all wanted to leave this place as fast as possible.
She declined every offer to go on a date, or just hang around with "friends". So after a while the invitations stopped because they knew that they would get the same answer every time: No.
She was happy the way her life went until now. Her opinion was that you could live your life even when you had no friends, family or a special person you cared for. Why bother? Just as you start to like or love this person, there is an accident or some other tragic situation, so that you loose your loved one. And such a situation she never wanted to experience again in her young life.
And the nights here in the hospital were never boring, for her that is. She would wander around the corridors, when her paper work was done and listen to the desperate voices of the occupants in their lonely rooms. There were times when it was even for her too much to hear all these cries sometimes when they had an extrem nightmare.
Tonight she had a special destination. She went there almost every night because she knew of this person's fate as if it was her own. Not because of his illness but of hisl ife situation. He was a boy, approximately eight or nine years old. His parents died in a car accident three weeks ago. But this was the time where it all started to get even worse for this young boy. The doctors who examined this small body after the accident had all very sad faces. This boy wouldn't last very long. The diagnosis was clear. He had cancer. Almost his whole body was befallen with this disease. There was no hope to cure this poor boy. All they could do was to try and reduce his pain. But even this small effort seemed to be futile. He couldn't endure this pain much longer.
So every night his "angel in white" appeared without his knowledge in his room to ease his pain, so that he could at least sleep peaceful throughout the night. If he would wake up or not the next day was all in fate's hands. Nobody could heal him.
Natsuki often got frustrated because she had the power to heal people but even with this great power she couldn't save an innocent boy's life. Her powers were limited. She could heal small scratches or burnings, something like this, but such a major disease was out of her league. It pained her greatly.
She stood in front of door number 315. Her hands were slightly trembling. She was not afraid to go inside nonetheless she stood frozen in front of this door.
I'm still not accustomed to this. Sigh.
She often would think about this little boy and then would wonder why she did it. The answer came immediately: Her mother taught her that every life was of great importance and therefore you had to try everything in your might to save one.
With new confidence she slowly opened the door. In front of her, only two meters away, was the small hospital bed with the even smaller body in it. If it was not for all the machines and their steady beeping sounds, you could get the impression that the boy died long ago.
She carefully approached the sleeping body. As she got closer to him, she could see that he was in a lot of pain because his face showed it clearly. He was crying in his sleep. It was obvious that the medication didn't have an effect on his fragile body.
Observing him for a short time she decided it was time to ease his pain. Even if it was only for a short time, So she laid her right hand on his forehead and started to concentrate.
A few minutes later her hand began glowing in a beautiful green light. It enveloped the boy's body completely and then vanished. After that the boy smiled in his sleep and stopped sweating out of pain. Easing his pain cost her a lot of strength everytime she would use her power on him. That showed just how much pain he was in. But she was willing to bear this slight discomfort in order to help him.
Taking her hand away from his forehead, she looked once more down at the small boy, sighed and then began silently walking out. After closing the door behind her, she leaned with her back against it and sighed.
He doesn't have much more time left. I could feel it. His strength and will to live lessens with every second that passes by. Poor boy.
She often thought about her choice of job. On the outside she pretended to be cold and distant. She was known as the ice-princess among her colleagues. But in reality it affected her greatly to see a life fade away. She just kept on her cold façade so nobody would try to approach her. She couldn't risk to get hurt one more time. Her heart wouldn't stand such a terrible situation once more.
She walked back to her office, still thinking about this poor boy. On her way, she stopped occasionally at a door to look into the room. But the other occupants were fine. So she decided to grab a cup of coffee and relax at her office until it was time to go home. She never liked to go home into her lonely apartment. She prefered to stay at the hospital and watch over these mostly innocent people.
Several hours later it was time. So she packed up all her stuff, went out of her office and locked the door. One look at the clock told her that it was 2 a.m. In six hours her day would start once again.
Just another day to watch people die without reason.
A lot of people came to the hospital because of car accidents, brawls, abusive parents / lovers but there were rarely people who just came in because of a "normal" disease. This showed just how evil the human personality could be. She had often seen it. At first it was a lovely family, then the father e.g. lost his job and starts drinking. After that he sees no other way out to forget his problems and begins hurting the other family members. Hit his wife and children. It would be always the same story. But in front of a judge they would say that they were the victims because it's all the governments fault. It hurts to see this almost everyday. But therefore she became a doctor. To help these innocent people and give them hope. A future to live without violence. But was this even possible in this world?
She didn't want to think about this anymore, so she left the building and went to her beloved Ducati. This was the only luxuary articlce she possessed and she cherished it very much. To her this bike was like a child. You had to care for it and protect it against thiefs or other evil people, who wanted to destroy this heavenly machine. The bike was beautiful designed and was coloured in dark black. It looked like it was a new one because it's owner cared for this bike a lot.
After a close inspection that her bike was ok, she drove into the direction of her apartment. The night was very mild even after this heavy thunderstorm. The streets were wet from the rain but that didn't stop her to drive at a fast speed. She liked to fly across the streets like this. She could better concentrate or just forget about all the things that happened that day.
One hour later she arrived safe and sound at her apartment. Securing her bike into her private garage, she went upstairs and unlocked the door. The apartment was very comfortable for one person that is. She had a very big living room which you could see after you walked through the front door. In the room was a very comfortable blue leather couch. She often slept there because she was to lazy to walk into her bedroom, even if it was only a few feet away. The main room was decorated with a few items she gathered over the years or got for her birthdays. The walls were painted in the same colour as her couch but it was a little bit lighter.
A big flat screen was positioned in front of the couch, in between a small table. The only other two rooms, except the living room and the bedroom, were the bathroom and the kitchen. She had a big beautiful kitchen, unfortunately she did use it very rarely, because she didn't want to die out of poisoning if she cooked herself a meal. So it was mostly still untouched. The important thing of course was her refrigerator. It contained her favourite food: Mayo.
To be well rested for the next upcoming working hours, she decided to go to bed. She walked into her bedroom, switched on the lights and searched for her pyjamas.
After that a cold shower was the next thing she wanted to have. It was refreshing to shower after such a stressful day.
Thirty minutes later she felt refreshed, so she climbed into her bed to sleep, even if it was just for a few hours.
The dream:
Every night she dreamt exactly the same dream or lets say nightmare. It happened years ago nonetheless she couldn't forget it, at least not at night in her dreams. So every night she had to experience the same horrible situation she was in 15 years ago.
The dream started always peaceful. At first nobody would think it could become the dreadfulst day in the young child's life.
Small Natsuki was driving with her mother in a small car along a cliff. She loved to watch the ocean and she was not afraid that the car could fall down into the ocean. She knew that her mother could handle a car very well enough so that she would be safe. But this time her mother would not be able to save them.
A few minutes later the peaceful atmosphere changed. A black car appeared suddenly behind them and tried to push them off the street. Natsuki cried and screamed. She was very afraid at that moment. Not knowing what will happen, she cuddled close to her dog Duran for support. She saw that her mother struggled to keep the car on the road. The other car didn'T stop the attack, so it was just a question of time until her mother would loose control.
Realizing that she couldn't last any longer, her mother looked back at her. Her eyes showing deep sadness and pleading for understanding. The last words she heard from her mother were: "Gomen . . .I love you."
Then the car hit the barrier and flew over the cliff.
Dream End.
Natsuki awoke with a startled scream. She was sweating like crazy. Trying to catch her breath she looked at the clock. 6 a.m. It was always the same. Every night would this dream pull her out of her sleep. Then for a few moments she would be paralyzed, eyes wide and a frightened look on her face. This state showed clearly just how vulnerable she really was.
Knowing that she wouldn't be able to go to sleep once more, she decided it was time to start the next morning. Reluctantly she got up and walked into her kitchen to get her favourite dish. It would always cheer her up. This time only a little bit, but it was better than nothing.
End chapter 1.
So this was the first chapter of my new story. What do you think? Please let me know.
See ya . . .
