Streets of Heaven – Nagi
Disclaimer: I do not own, I'm just borrowing. Both the characters, and the song the story is based off of.
AN: This is an AU where Nagi was loved by her parents. There is no mention of the Mafia in here, because Nagi wasn't involved in the Mafia.
Ayame Nakimori sighed as she leaned heavily against her husband, it was two am, and they were walking back into room 304. Visiting hours had long since ended, but they were being allowed to stay with their daughter, Nagi. Ayame was tired, her husband was as well, they had been living here for the last week, but their angel wasn't getting any better, and, in fact, she was only getting sicker with every passing day.
And then, today, the Doctor came up to them and told them that she might not live through the night.
Ayame took her seat next to her daughter, on the right side of the bed; quietly taking her daughter's small, pale, hand in her own, knowing that her husband was doing the same on the other side.
Nagi was sleeping, she knew it was drug induced, but seeing Nagi-chan not coughing and in pain, was a balm to the young mother's heart.
She blinked the tears out of her eyes as she reached over to brush a strand of hair out of her daughter's face. "Do you remember," She asked, talking to her husband and Nagi at the same time, "The wishes you made, Nagi-chan, last month on your birthday?"
Her husband gave a choked laugh, sounding more like a sob, as he continued, "You were so excited, you just came out and told us what you wanted; do you remember? You wanted to ride a pony,"
"We can't do that until you get better though," Ayame said through her tears, "And you wanted to marry your daddy when you got older."
"Won't happen," He said pained, "No man's ever going to be good enough for Nagi-chan. Not even me."
Ayame sobbed softly, and folded her hands around her daughter's, "Right," she agreed, "Little Nagi-chan is never going to find a guy good enough to meet her daddy's standards."
"She's our angel, after all," He agreed, unabashedly crying now. They both knew that she probably wasn't going to live long enough for that.
Ayame closed her eyes and prayed, she had never been terribly religious, but here, now, sitting next to her dying daughter, she would try anything. "Please Lord, she's our angel and you have plenty of your own. And I know you have a place for her, but she's already got a home. I don't know if you're listening, but praying is all that I can do. So I beg you, Lord, have mercy. You lost a son once too." She was unable to continue her prayer, as she broke down sobbing too hard to continue.
She felt her husband wrap an arm around her, trying to offer her comfort, and continuing her prayer. "Lord, please, I know when you've made up your mind, there's no use in our begging. But if you take her with you tonight…will you make sure she looks both ways. And will you hold her hand when she's crossing the street in heaven?"
As he broke down crying, the heart monitor connected to their daughter, made one heart-breaking noise.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEE-