Yamato's Last Hope
hermionE Yagami
02
Parts 1-6
December 2000
i hope you read the summary, cause i lost it after i accidentally copied something else. oh weel. remember, it might be drama now, but soon it'll get a sci-fi twist. yeee-haw!
**one**
The string of your life is so important to the ones that love you. Once one is cut, the others will peel away into nothingness. Remember that.
yamato
Yamato leaned over the balcony edge of the apartment that he and Koushiro shared. He stared out upon the lit city of Odaiba. He looked at the lit cigarette in his hand. How it resembled the strings of the lives that smoked it. Shrinking, shrinking, until it was no more, just a shell, the butt of the cigarette.
"Yama-sama! Hey, are you coming to eat or what?"
Yamato whipped around, to find Koushiro standing by the sliding glass door, hands on hips.
"It's getting cold." Koushiro stared at the weed stick in Yamato's mouth. "Put that damn thing out. No wait. Give it to me. Let me see why you have to have them so much."
"Whatever, Koushiro, but if you don't like it, I warned ya." He handed the cigarette to Koushiro, who put it in his mouth. He looked strangely older with it in there.
Suddenly Koushiro pulled it out and chucked it. He coughed hard.
"I've had enough of this, Yamato. You're going to kill yourself."
"Hell." Yamato came inside and sat at the table.
**two**
Whoever said we only fear what we don't understand is only half right. there are some things that we fear that we fully understand.
emergency
Later that night, Yamato woke up coughing. He did this regularly, but this time it was different. A dark liquid was spewing from his mouth like a bat out of hell. He made horrible choking noises, and woke Koushiro up.
"Shit!" Koushiro yelled. He leapt over a heaving Yamato for the bedside telephone.
"Look man, I have a fucking emergency here! My friend is coughing up blood and he can't breathe!... DUH you fucking baka, of course I need an ambulance... you get off the line and put someone else on... hello? yes, my friend Yamato is coughing up blood, I need and ambulance, quick dammit quick!... 1475 Seitsu, number A48... okay..."
Koushiro pulled away from the reciever and began massaging Yamato's back. "Come on, man, get it all up... all of it.... come on... breathe dammit breathe!"
Five minutes later, sirens wailed outside the building. Koushiro had carried a heaving Yamato to the living room couch.
The paramedics burst into the door, carrying a stretcher. They took Yamato from Koushiro's arms and stuck needles into him, full of water.
"What's his blood type?" the paramedic asked in false calm.
"B positive!" Koushiro replied hurriedly.
"You're absolutely sure?"
"I have the same type! He gave some for me once!"
The paramedics rushed out, Koushiro not too far behind.
They boarded the ambulance, and as the sirens wailed, they sped off into the early morning's light.
**three**
Doctors have to be strong. The news is so hard to give.
Diagnosis
Koushiro sat anxiously in the waiting room, out of breath and sobbing. he had just finished calling everyone he knew and Yamato's entire family. Taichi, Sora, Mimi, Jyou, Takeru, Hikari, Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, Ken, and Hermione were getting to the Odaiba Hospital as fast as they could.
Around ten minutes later, the waiting room door nearly busted off the hinges with a loud BANG. Thirteen people pushed their way in the door.
"Ow, Takeru!"
"Sorry, Miyako!"
"I'm not Miyako!"
"Oops, sorry Iori."
"Hey Taichi, that's my butt you have there!"
Taichi sweatdropped. "Sorry, Hermione."
"SHUT UP!" Koushiro screamed hoarsely. "Yamato is in serious condition here!"
A white-coated doctor then walked in.
"Izumi Koushiro?"
Koushiro turned his head, breathing hard. "Yes, doctor?"
The doctor sat beside Koushiro. "Ishida Yamato... is in critical condition. I'm sorry to have to tell you, but"-he took a deep breath-"Mr. Izumi, Ishida Yamato is in Stage Two of lung cancer."
Takeru, who was already crying, burst into tears. Hermione went whiter than a ghost, too appalled to speak. Mimi fainted, and Koushiro completely broke down.
Tears formed in nearly everyone's eyes, including the ones who didn't know Yamato. A teenaged girl across the room looked horrified.
"You don't mean Ishida Yamato, as in the singer Yamato... do you?" she asked timidly.
"Unfortunately, young miss, I do."
Like Hermione, her eyes glazed over and she went pale. She whispered something to her mother and rushed out.
"No," Jyou said who was leaning over Mimi, "not Yamato. No."
"I I told him. It's all my fault!" Koushiro said painfully. "Jinxes are real I fucking jinxed him"
Hikari put and arm aroud Koushiro. He recoiled; he was only used to having Yamato do that. It felt like he was betraying Yamato. He wasn't used to that, not with a girl.
"Stop being silly. I know jinxes are real, but they are never this bad. It's not your fault. It's not Yamato's fault. It is NOBODY'S fault!"
Koushiro sniffed, and looked up.
"You're right, Hikari. I am being stupid."
He glanced at the doctor. "Can..can we see him yet?"
The doctor sighed. "He's still asleep from the anisthetics. But you may." The group followed the doctor to Yamato's room.
**four**
Psy is the sixth sense, and is turned on in certain places. Yet it comes unwillingly and we never want it when we get it. That is why I believe in it. It is like so many normal things.
presences
Koushiro sat in the cold, hard chair in the cnacer hall. It didn't feel right here the smell and feeling of death seeped through the halls. The illness that had killed so many innocent women, men, and children leaked inside Koushiro's body. He shivered. He felt strange like there were more than fifteen presences in the room. Like a spirit's eyes were watching him. Images of young children with almond-shaped, watery eyes, bald from chemotherapy. Images of women and men, hairless and thin they went into his mnd like elusive visitors. Here, then gone. Spirits hanging over Yamato's bed, waiting for his spirit to join them or stay inside the body. Some hoping for a new friend, some praying that his life would not turn out like theirs had.
Koushiro shook his head, and snapped to attention. He did believe in spirits and ghosts. The cancer hall seemed to turn on some sort of sixth sense. He looked at Hermione. She had always been more perceptive than the others. Her brown eyes were glazed over again, and her body was tense. Her eyes were moving slowly around the room. She had told everyone that when she was younger, she had studied ESP and even developed some. She probaly felt many presences in this hall.
"I'll leave you alone," the doctor said after what seemed like an eternity. He sidled out. Koushiro could just hear him mutter as he left, "I hate that ward. Too many deaths."
Koushiro gently reached out to touch Yamato's hand. He stopped it, hovering it above Yamato's. He reluctantly touched it. As he did, Yamato's eyelids fluttered.The heart rate monitor sped up. Koushiro smiled softly. He squoze Yamato's hand, and the slow beeping sped up for a moment. Yamato's lips and cheeks ticked, as if trying to smile.
Yamato stirred slightly, but didn't open his eyes. Slowly, Koushiro watched Yamato's hand move. In sign language, he fingerspelled the letters OK.' Yamato's face stopped moving, and he relaxed. His hand fell back to the bed.
Koushiro felt a tear leak from his eyes. He turned to find himself in an empty room. Empty, that is, except for Hermione. She sat in another chair, face slacking and blank, staring straight ahead. She was whispering quietly, but Koushiro couldn't make out the words, let alone read her lips.
"Hermione?" he asked, breaking the eternal silence.
Her head snapped up, and her eyes focused. She stared at Koushiro, and said, "I think I have to go now. This place gives me the creeps. Too many spirits of the dead."
"I hear you," Koushiro said quietly.
She swept out of the room.
Koushiro took Yamato's arm. He placed his face on it, and cried. For all those dead. For Yamato's family.
For Yamato.
**five**
Attempting suicide is scary and yet educational. Once tried and saved, you realize how important you are to each person in your life.
closer
Koushiro woke up in the middle of the night. He realized he was still in the hospital. He looked up.
Yamato was still there, unmoving. He looked so peaceful, sleeping.
Koushiro blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness. He realized he had fallen asleep crying on Yamato's arm. He looked down at the boy in the hospital gown.
Upon Yamato's arm and hand where his gloves had always been, there were scars. Long, elaborate ones, tracing each and every vein in his arm and hand. Circles and lines, tracing along the major blood vessels and arteries in his wrists.
Koushiro was stunned. he brushed some of Yamato's hair out of the way, and gasped silently.
He recognized this one. A long, thick scar ran across the major vein in his neck. It proceeded down his collarbone and under his shirt. Koushiro didn't even have to look. He knew it went down Yamato's chest. Yamato must have attempted suicide so many times. Just like he did in the Digital World.
f l a s h b a c k
Koushiro ran after Yamato, who he had seen take off into the forest that night, away from the now smoldering fire.
He followed the crunching of sticks and brush underfoot to a clearing. Yamato was there. And he had a knife.
Koushiro froze up.
"Goodbye, fucking miserable world. For the last time, I will attempt eternal sleep. And it WILL work this time. Nobody to save me."
Koushiro stood silently, frozen in shock as Yamato drew the knife to his neck, smiling.
Yamato pushed, and slid the knife. As the blood poured out, he hissed in pain. But he did not stop. He proceeded the knife down, down, to his heart.
"NO!" Koushiro screamed as Yamato began to choke. He ran toward the blonde boy as he fell down to his knees.
Koushiro mustered all his stregnth, and managed to pull Yamato into his arms, and dragged him back to camp.
Leaving Yamato by the fireside, he ran to Jyou's side.
"Wake up dammit, wake up!" he screamed. Yet no matter how loud he yelled, he couldn't wake them up.
Time to take matters into my own hands, he thought.
He sifted through Jyou's backpack, for cloths and anything that could stop the bleeding.
He rushed back to Yamato's side. He had began to bleed freely. He wrapped the cloths around Yamato, and searched through his pile for the needle and thread. he began to quickly push in and out, messily but tightly sealing the cut, whish got shallower as it went down.
After fifteen minutes of terror, Yamato began to cough.
"Yes!' Koushiro shouted. "Yama, you'll be okay... you're okay..."
"No..." Yamato whispered. He knitted his eyebrows in deep thought as the bleeding ceased.
As Koushiro wiped the blood off of Yamato's neck and chest, Yamato broke the silence.
"Thank you, Koushiro," he said quietly. "Thank you for saving my life."
Koushiro just kept washing, but a small smile crossed his lips. He had saved someone's life... he was the hero, for once.
e n d f l a s h b a c k
Yes, Koushiro remembered that night well. But this was worse. Yamato was further along. closer to death than he had ever been. Could he come out of it? God Above, help Yamato. Though he has sinned in the past, help him just once.
**six**
Some of God's greatest gifts are Unanswered Prayers. But sometimes, important prayers go unanswered, and destroy the lives of many.
Awake
"Izzy?" Someone was calling him by his nickname...
"Izzy..."
Koushiro opened his eyes., and stared into Yamato's cool blue eyes.
"Yama!" Koushiro cried excitedly. "You're awake!" he embraced Yamato in a tight hug.
"Yow! Hey Koushiro-kun, you're squeezing my head off!"
Koushiro let go and laughed. "It's just so relieving to see you awake after last night."
Both young mens' faces fell.
"I'm sorry, man," Yamato said. "Hey, anyways... what is wrong with me?"
Koushiro's solemn face got sadder.
"Yama... don't take this too hard okay?"
"What is it?"
" Well, you see... Yamato... you have cancer."
Yamato's blue eyes widened in fear.
"You mean... I'm going to die? I'm going to lose my hair?"
Koushiro nodded silently, refusing contact with Yamato's baby-blue eyes.
Yamato twirled a strand of golden hair around his finger. He let a single tear leak from his eye.
Koushiro looked up. He reached over and pushed away Yamato's tear.
"You know, Yamato... even if you have cancer, I still love you the same."
Yamato sniffed.
"You really mean it?"
"Yeah. Yama, you'll get better. After all, miracles happen every day. You never know... maybe you'll get one."
The two lovers pulled each other togetther in a tight hug that ended in a kiss.
Yamato stared out the open window by his bed. he reached up a weak hand and opened it.
With pain, he leaned out the window. After breathing in the warm spring air, he closed his eyes and crossed his legs. He put his hands together, and prayed.
Dear Heavenly Lord Above, please give me a miracle. I know i have sinned in the past, and ruined the body You gave me. All I ask is forgivness from You. Please give me a miracle, This is Yamato Ishida in odaiba Japan, in case You don't already know.
Should I finish it now, or wait until after 'Miracles Happen Every Day' is finished??? pick, one or the other!!! and please review! i'd love to know what you think..
~hermionE Yagami~