A/N: Anyone reading this who hasn't read 'Generations' please do so now to understand what's going on.
Generations: Part Two
Version A:
Chapter One:
"Sakuma-san?" The doctor inquired, at which Ryuuichi stood up, trembling—with tear-filled, hopeful eyes he looked at the doctor.
A faint yes escaped Ryuu's lips and he searched for some form of hope in the doctor's eyes—he didn't…no, wait, there it was!
"Your son's doing fine."
"Thank god." Ryuu heard Tohma breathe, relief flushing over all of them.
"Can I see him now? I…."
"Yes, he's asleep, so be quiet—if he awakes make sure he doesn't over-strain himself. He's lost a decent amount of blood, so he needs as much rest as possible."
Ryuu nodded at each of the doctor's sentences, and then bounded to the room door, anxious to see Kess as relief flooded through him.
'He's safe…god, I don't care if he ever speaks to me again—he's alive that's enough.'
The brown-haired man walked through the door, to his son's bed—his eyes never leaving the sleeping form on the mattress, expression loving. Tentatively he touched Kessuke's cheek, brushing a few stray strands of hair from his sleeping face.
'He looks so innocent like he did when I first saw him…when his mother left him at my door.'
Ryuu's eyes softened when he remembered the first time he saw Kess—his son had been two years old, and wore too small ratty old jeans and shirt—no shoes on his feet. In his hands had been an envelope addressed to Ryuu—a letter explaining everything to the bewildered singer.
Seeing that hopeful, too adorable look on Kess' face, Ryuu let him in before reading the letter—tremendously glad that Tohma had decided to visit him late that night.
Tohma had read the letter while Ryuu played with the young boy, trying to cheer him up, delighting when he finally made Kess laugh.
"Kessuke." Ryuu smiled wistfully as he ended the reminiscing, gazing once more at the gentle face of his sleeping son. "I don't care if you hate me, you're safe now—that's all I care about. I'm sorry for not realizing what Taki did…I'm sorry. I don't care if you don't forgive me—just know that I love you."
A/N: End chapter one version a, please review. Short, I know, but my muse abandoned me—