Sunrise of Every Tomorrow
*Author's Note*
Hi, I just thought I'd write this cute story, my friends thought it was cute, and it has sentimental meaning that pulls at my heart. I hope you enjoy this. I was originally going to call this story "Forgotten Friendship." but I talked it over with SwordTigerKitty and we decided that it wouldn't fit, there wouldn't be anything forgotten about this friendship your about to read now. Enjoy,
Dedicated to all those ill friends and loved ones that are near to you.
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Tantrums
It was heart wrenching, but yet he still couldn't find it in him to hate the boy, he took it better than he thought, letting go of his dislike for Massaya, Ichigo's boyfriend and even his love for her, because he knew she was happy with him, though he was happy for her, he still couldn't be happy. He'd just left them staring flapping in the wind.
He'd thanked her and asked for her hand one last time, he laughed; he'd even managed to steal another kiss before fading away, though it didn't satisfy him or make it happy like it used to, instead, his heart felt a pang of guilt and hurt and he didn't know why, or he didn't want to think why.
Now though, as he boarded the ship for their return trip home with the mew aqua, he felt sad, lonely, and torn, but the pain somehow was bittersweet, he felt like he disserved it he did it for a good reason, but the aftertaste was painful because he could have changed it.
It was time to go home, they've caused enough trouble here, he'd caused enough trouble, their world and Earth were both safe
Kisshu sighed, a strained sad expression crosses his face, his fingers danced around a ky-pad, buttons lit in reaction, as the ship repaired to leave the Earth's atmosphere, the engines screamed at a higher and higher pitch and as the light which came from the ship began to engulf the aircraft the beams which came trailed from the ship streaked behind it like the tail of a shooting star, shattering into lilies showered the group before shimmering away into nothing, A final goodbye…
He knew she was down there, somewhere, but his eyes dared not look, with all he'd done, he wondered why she was there to begin with, he'd leave it alone, he'd leave her alone.
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"Kisshu? Kisshu! KisshuUUUUU!" It took a moment for him to register who'd called him, the twerp hovered in front of him, his face twisted into a grimace, he wasn't happy with him for being ignored longer than a minute.
"What?" Kisshu snapped, shoving the child aside, forcing Taruto to float a good distance into the ship's control room.
Taruto shook his head before getting back to his feet and screaming in tears about how Kisshu was being stupid and how he didn't want to leave.
He felt pity for Taruto, he knew the feeling all too well.
"Hay Taruto, you'll see her, didn't you promise her to come back for another gum drop?" He smiled, adjusting himself in the seat.
Taruto considered this and sat down too. "Yeah, but, I don't want her to cry, I wanna play, I wanna see her and, and..." He paused for a moment, thinking over what he'd just said. "I wanna take all her candy away and eat it all by my self!" He crossed his arms and looked out one of the black crystalline windows. It was quiet then after.
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As they traveled through space, Taruto fell asleep, whining on about his gum drop, and Pudding, he wouldn't admit it willingly, but Taruto wanted badly to see Pudding again, tease her and play.
Kisshu felt linked to that childish relationship a memory he was afraid to recall came to the forefront of his mind, but it was over now and soothed him, the good things anyway,
"Kisshu, don't you want to go back to Earth too?" Taruto murmured sleepily.
"I wish Taruto, but I can't…"
"Why can't you?" Taruto urged.
"Just go to sleep Taruto." Kisshu whispered.
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*Six Years Ago*
It was The General of Kisshu's planet and him. The two had been sent to observe Earth, the damage the humans had created, and their weaknesses. They wouldn't do anything to them just yet, that plan would come later unless the humans attacked first. The two of them drifted over Tokyo, observing the habits of the Human race.
It was curiosity that brought Kisshu to a tall white building, surrounded by many people, day in and day out, he occasionally peeked in windows to see people opening up a person, poking at them, this made him angry, but he was only there to observe.
How could humans to such a mean thing to each other? Kisshu thought, he pouted, dressed in the white robes of his people He was only eight years old, and still his mother and father, and all those who had once been against children going on long and dangerous missions at his age, had sent him away with a vengeance, they wanted their planet more than his safety or happiness, at least that's what he'd thought.
It became apparent that the world, no the Universe was filled with greed and hatred, he hated the humans for making his people the way they were. He promised himself that the next person he saw he'd kill for their sake.
So he dove, aimed at a window, ready to kick it in and kill the stupid people inside. But he thought of all the other people who loved that person. He stopped himself, the blinds closed and most likely empty, He drifted about, window to window as the sun set.
He heard people talking, they couldn't see him spying but he listened.
"Is she going to be alright Doctor?" a frantic woman asked.
"It all depends, she won't take her medicine willingly, and she's injured three nurses with her tantrums. If we don't get something in her soon, she could die within the day."
"Doctor she is only five years old, can't you do something? Force the IV on her, make her take it," another man suggested.
"It makes no difference, even if we get one in her she rips it out and cries over the pain, I'm sorry for your troubles Mr. and Mrs. Hayashi. I know your are both working hard to pay for her well being. We will try our hardest to heal her. Come let us discuss our options in my office," The door closed and the room was silent.
Kisshu slid the window open further; he shoved the billowing curtains aside to reveal a smelly room, with small toys and games, colorful sticks and pictures. His eyes traced every detail, finally setting themselves on a lump shaking in the bed.
He walked over, pulling the thin sheet away.
There lay a small crying girl with brunette hair and pail skin, she looked thin and unhealthy.
"Why are you crying?" Kisshu asked.
The girl snapped up, looking as if she'd been slapped. Than thrashed and screamed, "I don't want a needle, I don't want a needle!"
It took a moment for her to realize, that nothing was touching her, nothing was poking her and the voice wasn't of that of an adult, but a curious child like herself.
She opened her eyes, staring at the strange boy.
"What...did you say?" her quiet shy voice stammered.
"Why are you crying?" Kisshu repeated, it was strange to him, that she was more interesting in what he'd said instead of what he was.
"I don't like the needles they stick in me, they hurt and are cold, and make you hurt after they stick it in you. The medicine is icky and makes me feel sicker." She mumbled.
This girl, to him, seemed like a spoiled brat, but he felt there was more to her than he could see. After she explained and was over her tears and wiped them away, she smiled and laughed.
"What's your name?" She seemed happy... this confused him, one moment tears, the next, smiles and laughter. He'd never seen such a quick change of character.
"My name?" He repeated, uncertain.
"Yep! My names Ko-neko, I don't like my name very much though, I don't have any friends and mommy and daddy and all the people here are mad at me. If what I have is supposed to make me go away that's fine," She pouted, her arms crossed stiffly.
"Go away?" he asked.
"My sickness is supposed to kill me if I don't take my medicine, I don't see why, nobody wants me," She pulled the sheet back over herself and hugged a stuffed rabbit.
"My names Kisshu. I like your name," He smiled.
"That's what everybody says before they tease me, take away my food to put it someplace high, through balls of string at me and say 'Come on neko, neko, neko! Get the string, get the food! You're a cat, go chase the yarn.' I'm not going back to school! I'm not going anywhere!" She cried, coughing, her breaths short.
"But I like you anyway, I won't make fun of you," He said, pulling back the sheet.
"Why not, huh?" she sat up and stuck out her tongue, her eyes were a bright green, catlike, it could be seen why she was named Ko-neko.
She stared, her tongue hanging out like a puppy, her eyes staring straight at him, the sun now out of her way, she could see why he wouldn't pick on her, or make fun of her. He was strange, unlike any of the boys she'd ever seen, or heard of. He had pointed ears, snow white skin, though somewhat discolored, but amber eyes that seemed to glow in the dark.
"Okay," Ko-neko announced. Jumping up and bowing,"We'll be friends then and we can play." He blinked. He hadn't agreed to be friends with a four year old. He just wanted to know why she was in here.
He went over to the edge of the bed, looking at the clip board that hung there. It contained her age, name, and condition.
She had Chronic Bronchitis, if not treated her oxygen level could go down and kill her. She was nearing that. It was in the high fifties. Kisshu watched as she continued to cough and struggle to breath, she had a rubber transparent mask, that blew in oxygen, though something was missed, or she refused. She was obviously checked on by an occasional nurse, but they only looked in through the small window. And didn't see him.
"I won't be your friend if you don't take your medicine, and whatever they give you, even if it hurts you need to take it." Kisshu said, glaring.
She stared, her eyes wide and watery. She coughed for a while longer.
"Why...would you do that-" she coughed and hacked some more. Kisshu shoved her into bed and pushed the red cross button, he'd seen a grown up do it, it had to do something. A moment later a voice came from a device inside the railing of the bed.
"She can take her medicine now, and she won't fight it." Kisshu said. The person sighed and called a Mrs. Naomi to do the task, Ko-neko looked scared as she looked at the door, hearing footsteps approach. Kisshu vanished and reappeared in a cabinet, beneath him were several bags of small shirts and small outfits that probably belonged to the girl. He crouched down and remained quiet.
"How are you feeling dear," a soft voice was heard.
"You're not gonna hurt me, are you?" Ko-neko asked, fearful.
"No, dear, just give me your arm-"
"But I don't wanna needle!" Ko-neko protested.
"Here, I'll show you how I do it, I put this cold stuff on first to make your skin nice and tender, and then, oh wait! Look over there, is that your drawings?" Kisshu could see the woman was pointing to Ko-neko's drawings.
"Yes, I like to color," Ko-neko said, looking at her pride and joy of stick kittens and puppies, lollypop trees and squiggly grass.
"Tell me more about your drawings for me please?" Kisshu watches as the woman taped the strange item on her arm before attaching a tube with to the protrusion on the needle.
"I like butterflies, so I drew some, I like puppies and kitties, but I don't like my name because it means kitten," Ko-neko continued.
"Butterflies are pretty, oh look we're all done, there now, it didn't hurt now did it?" the woman smiled and Ko-neko looked confused.
"No, it feels okay," She smiled
"So dear, what made you want to take your medicine, hmm?" she smiled, taking out an object and took away the strange mask.
"Kisshu said that if I didn't take my medicine he wouldn't be my friend, and I want him to be my friend. So I did it to make him happy," She explained.
"Oh, and where is Kisshu now?" Naomi asked pleasantly.
"He was right there but then he went to hid," Ko-neko pointed to the end of her bed where Kisshu had been moments ago.
"Oh, I see. Well how about I pull out a futon and get him a pillow and blanket so you two can have a sleep over okay? I'll bring you some food and ice cream, okay?" she smiled again.
"Okay!" Ko-neko chirped.
"But while I'm gone I need you to breath in this okay? It's a breathing treatment for your lungs, it'll stop the coughs and make you breath better okay? Then you can tell me and Kisshu all about your drawings, will you do this for us?" Naomi held out the strange plastic device.
"Okay, I want Strawberry ice-cream, and Ramon please," Ko-neko smiled and took the treatment as instructed, waving goodbye to Naomi as she left to room.
"Alright, one order of Ramon soup and Strawberry ice-cream coming right up-"
"Wait don't forget Kisshu! He'll want to try some too," Ko-neko reminded.
"Ah, mustn't forget Kisshu, good girl, I'll be back in a bit." with that she waved and closed the door with a gentle hand, leaving the once fussy girl, happy and humming.
Kisshu shoved the door open, falling over a strap to one of the many bags. He smiled and climbed into the bed beside her, pulling up all her drawings and staring at them, contemplating each meaning.
"That one was from yesterday when the sun was bright and yellow," she said, as he'd stared at a picture with a yellow ball with trees and butterflies.
Kisshu held up his finger, "Don't talk 'till Mrs. Naomi comes back to turn it off, it'll make you better, you can tell me about these later. Okay?" He turned to her, feeling happy.
She smiled back as best she could with the mouthpiece between her teeth. And just gave him a hug, pulling him around the neck with the arm that wasn't bound to delicacy by the protruding needle.
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*Author's Note*
Hope you guys like it so far, short chapter just starting and correcting a few things.