A/N
Dedicated to the wonderful Rennie, who without you would not be reading this for a very long time. She came up with the title.
This is a sequel. Please go to my profile to read the first part, called Love Can Ignite the Stars.
Consciousness
….. "Goodbye, kitten."…
… "Love you."…
… "Don't give up on me now, kitten." …
… "There was an accident…"…
… "Help him."…
… "I'll always be there." …
White.
And… it hurt.
Around me… nothing made sense.
The sound… squealing brakes… and then pain.
Everything went black as a hand closed around mine.
"Kyo?"
The voice was so distant, but I grabbed at it, held it, shuddering, trying to get closer? "He's waking up!" Another voice. Softer, rougher. Distant, but oh so close. I tried to reach out to it… but… nothing worked. There was a hand on my forehead. It was cool, and soft, and gentle, and I sank back happily to the blackness.
This time… everything was bright. Burning. It was searing, hot, clawing, with everything so painfully close and distant it hurt. "Don't go away again! Kyo, stay here with me!"
I tried to, but the breaths I took in were scorching my insides, and there… nothing… There was a deep, horrible feeling of nothingness in my right leg. I tried to ask what was wrong with it, but nothing came out. I just shuddered, and yelled, and that hand was back, around mine, soothing my wrist, drawing out the terrible burning.
But another one was pulling on my other arm, and I tried to draw away. This one was adding to it, smouldering, shuddering, and I didn't want it near me. The other hand clutched at me desperately but I pulled away, sobbing, feeling the tears on my face and there was yelling, and the terrible grip was gone, and I relaxed. I felt stronger, exhilarated – it was easier to breathe – the hand on my arm was just so warm – and my eyes flickered open.
A mistake. The light was more painful, more searing than I'd ever imagined, and I tried to close them again but the hand on my arm tightened, and a voice… a voice… it sounded so broken… "Please Kyo oh dear god Kyo stay with me please don't go please please don't give up on me again – "
I felt myself let out a shuddering groan and forced my eyes into focus.
Yuki.
I gasped, taking in a deep, shuddering breath. My arm shot up and wrapped desperately around his, and I felt hot, glowing tears on my face, but they weren't mine – Yuki's face was broken into a smile, and I felt my mouth twitch softly. "I love you," I murmured, and… Yuki's eyes widened with shock. His arm slackened. He backed away, calling to someone I couldn't see. The 'someone' ran into the room, and swam into vision in front of me.
His face sent me into the dark again.
Haru.
When I woke up again it was Hatori sitting beside me. I heaved myself up with a wince, casting around blearily. He muttered something to a nurse, who came across, trickling a drink into my mouth. I gulped it gratefully, sinking back onto the cushions Hatori arranged behind me. I spent a moment taking deep, shuddering breaths before looking towards Hatori. His eyes were cold, calculating. He checked a chart in front of his face. "Hello," he said cautiously. "Do you remember your name?"
I frowned. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
Hatori's eyes were stoic. "Could you tell me it, please?"
"Kyo. Kyo Sohma." Hatori let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness for that." He passed a hand across his forehead. "Kyo… you've… you've been asleep. For a very long time."
I rolled my eyes. "If you mean I've been in a coma, don't bullshit me. I'm not a damn baby." But the information had me reeling. Everything… all that… all that… it was just a dream? My voice became dangerously hoarse. "So… Haru isn't… Haru's okay?"
Hatori frowned. "Ask him yourself," he said, and beckoned to someone waiting outside.
Haru ran in. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, kissing me softly. "I've missed you, kitten."
Yuki was perched hesitantly on the side of my bed. "You nearly woke up once. Well, a couple of times. You nearly didn't make it this time. When Haru took hold of your hand you went insane." He smiled shakily. I said nothing. "But… you're here now."
I took a deep, shuddering breath. "Yeah. I'm back."
Yuki's eyes looked at me curiously. "Did… did you dream?"
I smiled softly. "Yeah. I dreamt."
His eyes were sparkling. "What… what was it like? Was it… a good dream?"
I thought for a moment, and smiled sadly. "Yeah. It was." We sat in silence, my eyes out of the window. I didn't know why, but even though Haru hadn't gone, I just felt… empty. Lost. Like… it was… strange…
Like before had been the reality, and now was just a dream. "Kyo?" Yuki whispered, and I looked towards him once more. "You scared us," Yuki murmured, and I suddenly realised… if that had been a dream, then Yuki… Yuki didn't love me. But… I think I still did. So… if Yuki didn't love me, why on earth was he here?
"What happened?" I murmured, and Yuki smiled shakily.
"You were out cycling. It was a truck. It… it hit you at 40 miles an hour. We didn't think you'd ever wake up. You had a 20 percent chance of survival." I laughed. It was bitter, horrible, choking, and I really shouldn't have found it funny at all, considering I'd nearly died. I saw Yuki shrink back, slightly afraid. I started to cough, and Yuki hastily poured me some water, before helping me drink it slowly. I shuddered at the end, looking at him with grateful eyes. I felt my heart burn at the cool, dispassionate way he looked back at me.
I never, ever thought he'd look at me that way again.
I looked away, throat tightening with a terrible sense of revulsion. I didn't want to look at him. He was breaking my heart. My hands fisted beside my legs, I felt my shoulders start to shake. "You can go," I said, and I flinched at my tone. It was so cold. So very cold. But I felt so hot, so very, very hot, and there were burning tears scratching at the back of my eyes.
"Kyo?"
"Don't say my name!" I felt my throat burning with the pain of shouting, and a wave of nausea washed over me. Please. You can't. You said that name when you made love to me.
"Kyo?"
"GO!" My chest heaving, I turned my eyes to him. He was startled, but… his eyes were empty. Cold.
He was here just to be polite. And I hated it.
I don't know how long we simply sat and looked at each other, but Hatori burst in before we could say another word.
"It's Akito. He's… remembering."
A/N
Okay… wow…
Um… this will eventually make more sense. I hope.
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