Alright, I'm writing this story knowing full well that it probably won't be receipted very well because it is a bit tragic and establishes a rift between Kyoko and Ren almost immediately. However, I think that it is a rather touching and worthwhile story if you give it a chance.
If I Could Be Like That
"Dad?" a small and frail voice called out to the darkness.
"What is it Tsuhiko? Are you not feeling well?"
"No, nothing like that. I was just wondering if you knew when mom would come back,"
A heavy silence filled the air that overtook the child's room for a few prolonged minutes. The boy shifted in his juvenile sheets covered in rocket ships. He didn't care for the childish pattern much himself despite that many other kids his age would have. No, Tsuhiko felt too old for the design. He had to grow up faster than most children considering his worsening condition and by the mere age of ten he was faced with his own mortality. Why should he care for rocket ships when he knew he could never live to see himself become an astronaut? What did it all matter? The treatment had stopped working and within a few months he would be in the ground as a cold, lifeless corpse.
"I-I don't know Tsuhiko, but I know that she wishes she could be here so very much," his father answered, walking over to the child's bed through the blackness to take his small hand in his large one. The older man ran his finger over the small pin prick where the IV used to be, but it was gone now, along with all hope.
"Do you think she would see me if I was on the television like you are?"
There was another pause but this one was shorter than the last.
"…I think she would."
"If I could be like that, I think it would be wonderful," the boy said, an invisible smile gracing his pale face.
"It truly would be wonderful, you're right," his father said, his voice tightening at what the child could only suspect were caused from tears streaming down his cheeks and the sobs he was desperately managing to hold back.
Tsuhiko hated how he made his parents cry, their heart wrenching tears and pained expressions whenever the saw him, spoke about him, or thought about him plagued his mind constantly.
'If anything, I should be the one crying,' Tsuhiko thought miserably to himself. He was the one dying after all and yet his own mother could no longer bear to see him in such a state and had left a few weeks ago. But deep down, he knew that just as hard as the news had been for him, it was equally as hard for his parents, but that didn't stop his mind from thinking such irrational and insensitive thoughts.
"I'm going to bed now Dad, okay?" Tsuhiko said, cutting short any potential lecture about life and death, how his mother loved him, or anything of the like. He didn't want to hear it. What he wanted was her …and to be rid of this stupid disease but the latter wish was impossible.
"Alright. Call me if you need anything."
"Sure thing," he answered turning over his side. He was still getting used to the feeling of being able to move around in bed. Only a month ago he was hooked up to so many tubes and wires he thought that he was no longer human but an android or robot. However, if that were true, fixing him should have been easier or possible at all even.
"Goodnight dad."
"Goodnight son," Kuon Hizuri answered, pacing to his son's door.