Beep, beep, beep

"Tsukimori-kun… why? Why did you protect me? Why were you there?" Hino gazed at the boy lying motionlessly, sandwiched between blindingly white sheets of the hospital bed.

It was the day after the terrible incident with the freak of a man and Hino's dear friend, Tsukimori. He had only come out of surgery a few hours ago and was still under the strong effects of the anesthetic. The steady beeping of the machine wired up to him was the only way Hino still knew he was alive. Not even his chest had the slightest of movements, which slightly worried her. She had stayed the whole night, after considerable persuasion to her mum. Still, it was a sleepless one, and Hino was certainly feeling the effects. No one else knew about what had happened yet, and Hino didn't plan on telling anyone till Tsukimori was at least conscious and able to talk to her.

Plopping herself on the hard chair next to the bed, Hino let her eyelids droop, hoping to get some sleep before Tsukimori woke. It was only minutes before the only noises in the room were the quiet beep and slow, calm breathing.


'Kahoko' I looked up to see his lean topless body in front of me, mysterious hazes of purple black clouds floating by us. He took several steps forward until I could feel his breath on my frozen face.

'Kahoko' He repeated. My eyes widened a little when I realized he was whispering my first name instead of the usual 'Hino'.

'W-What do you want?' I whispered, suddenly realizing how close we really were to each other.

'Look at me Kahoko' It was more of an order, than a reply. I fearfully took my eyes from the gorgeous smooth grooves of his neck to meet his piercing eyes, only to realize he had further closed the gap between us as his lips inched closer to mine. I backed away slightly, only to feel my back connect with something hard. Glancing back, I looked in confusion as I saw a solid wall consisting of moving purple smoke. His arm extended next to me to steady himself against the wall as his other hand rested itself on my left cheek. My eyes could not tear away from him, nor would they shut and enjoy the moment, as his was doing. Mouth slightly agape, I could feel his warm lips touch mine for a split second. Then another quick brush. It was as if he was teasing me. He pressed his lips to mine, delicately taking in my taste and gentle feel. Even though I knew it was coming, I could not help but stand in shock, my mouth not moving with his. It took a few moments of his kisses to realize I was not co-operating. Somehow, some part of my mind shoved common sense out of my head as I gingerly started to kiss him back. We kept it gentle, portraying deep passion and love for each other, something I never knew was inside me. Had I not realized all this time that I loved the arrogant boy in front of me? Our kisses began to deepen as I felt his arm drop from the wall to wind around my waist while the other stayed on my cheek. I slowly brought my hands up to curl around his neck, feeling his warm body pressing against mine as he gently placed a last kiss on my lips before dropping his head, giving us the air we so desperately needed.

'Kahoko,' he gasped.

I recovered, looking at him curiously, as to why he was still panting, as if he had just run a marathon. He was trying to talk but started to cough dangerously as he wheezed out the words.

'Kaho.. I..' he spluttered, 'I..love you Kahoko.'

My eyes widened as I saw the formerly strong Tsukimori drop to his knees as a fine line of drool formed at the end of his mouth.

Wait, my mind thought, that's..not drool? It's.. a deep crimson colour, I audibly gasped at the realization.

'Tsukimori-kun?' I knelt down next to him to lift up his head. I almost fell backwards at what I saw. His sharp golden eyes turned bloodshot, blood forming a thin stream on his face, dripping down and splattering on the cloudy ground below us.

'Tsukimori-kun!' He looked as though he really couldn't breathe now, air rushing out of him in raspy shallow gasps as a weak hand flew up to grip my shirt as he tried to recover from the mystery attack.

He looked into my eyes once more, the bloodshot fading slightly to reveal new strong emotions in his previously cold eyes; sadness, loneliness…love.

A moment later his hand became lifeless as it fell from my shirt to the ground. His eyes closed midway as his head felt like stone in my hand. His whole body lost form as it slowly slipped from my grasp to lie in an awkward position on the ground. Dead.


'TSUKIMORI-KUN!' Hino shot up from her chair but immediately fell back down, the stiffness causing her to unintentionally groan aloud.

What was that? She thought in wonder. Tsukimori-kun…kissed me. Then..he..he confessed that he loved me. She looked down at her palms that had already started to sweat and brought a hand to her heart, feeling the quickening beat under her clothes. But Tsukimor-kuni, he just died didn't he? He confessed then died!'

Tsukimori-kun!' She got up from her seat to rush over to a still unconscious boy as she breathed a sigh of relief.

But just what kind of dream was that?

She looked thoughtfully at him as she knelt down to unpack her violin, hoping to quicken his awakening by playing a couple of pieces she needed work on. Gathering the violin and bow and putting it in position, Hino began to play a slow sorrowful song. She tried to put as much emotion as she possibly could into the piece, but her mind kept getting sidetracked back to her recent dream and the meaning behind it all. The melody started to waver, occasionally hitting a few wrong notes as she strained to keep the song in peace. Sighing, she dropped her rigid position and turned her attention back to Tsukimori. She placed a gentle hand on his cold cheek as she thought aloud.

'Tsukimori-kun, do you..love me? Was that the meaning of my dream? But..but why did you..die?'

Hino swept her eyes over the peaceful face of her friend, before resting on his lips. A vivid flashback of her dream captured the moment of when he had leant down to kiss her. Subconsciously, she brought her head forward, keeping her eyes locked on his sleeping ones as she brought her lips closer to his. Closer and closer still before reality hit home. Frozen, realizing what she was just about to do to an unconscious boy, Hino was about to draw back quickly, only to stiffen under the touch of a hand brushing delicately along her cheek. A hand belonging to a certain blue haired prodigy.

'T-T-Tsukimori-kun!' She stuttered, shifting uneasily at the closeness of them both but strangely unable to separate the distance herself as the silence dragged on.

'That was terrible playing'

Oooh so Tsukimori's awake now..wheee next chapter should be fun ;D anyway, please review on how I went. Sorry for OOC.