Wow, umm I guess I am accident-prone.. For those of you who don't know, I hurt my back really badly snowboarding this winter. Well Friday, August the 24, I wrecked on my dirk bike (flipped over the handles in to a tree) and broke my jaw. But well chapter 3 is halfway done!
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The entire trip out of the house was only a blur to Yuki. Everything had happened in a sort of chaotic-but-well-planned-way. Shigure had come into the bathroom about 50 seconds after Yuki had, also drawn by Kyo's screams. The only difference was Shigure's reaction; it was much more productive than Yuki's. With one swift motion the other Sohma had grabbed a towel, wrapped the still petrified Kyo up, and shoved him into Yuki's arms. Then he had run down stairs, screaming for the other two to follow, to get in the car.
Yuki's legs had followed the orders, though his mind was still reeling, replaying the gristly scene of the bathroom over and over in his head. In retrospect it was amazing he had even made it down the staircase. It proved that the human body was a terribly wonderful thing, even when the mind wouldn't work, the legs could still function perfectly.
Yuki looked down at the now sleeping Kyo. The blood had stopped, it seemed as though it was only a strange dream now. If not for the bloodied towel, the bloodstains on his pants and the thin coating of blood around Kyo's mouth, he could have believed that it was.
"How is he doing Yuki?"
Said boy's head shot up at the sound of Shigure's tension strained voice. The older man's knuckles were white, his fingers tightly grasped around the wheel of the car. his mouth, from what Yuki could see, was tight; Lips pressed together to form a straight line.
Ignoring the question, Yuki looked back down at Kyo, and ran his fingers gently through the orange locks adorning his face. In a motherly fashion he took the corner of the towel Kyo was wrapped in and dabbed it at the blood, effectively wiping it away.
Yuki turned his head to the window, eyes desperately trying to latch on to something to look at, something to make his mind think about. It he could just have something to stare at, to concentrate on other than the bleeding teen in his lap… But the lush vegetation proved to hard to follow, his eyes simply couldn't hold on to the blurred green patches.
Just like Kyo and his life... heh… he can't hold on to that either.
Yuki glared, this was no time to be acting like this. This mixture of pity and loathing wouldn't suffice for this situation. Kyo could be dying...
In fact, they hadn't checked to see if the other Sohma was still alive, he could already be dead.
Yuki's hand shot out from under the sleeping Kyo, coming to rest just under his nose. For a moment Yuki was sure there was nothing, that Kyo was dead-
-Then, a small puff of air grazed his hand.
Yuki let his head fall back. His worries were for nothing, Kyo was fine.
"Yuki!"
He jumped, and looked at Shigure. Their eyes locked, Shigure was looking at him, obviously awaiting the answer Yuki had neglected to give him earlier.
"He's just sleeping."
With a nod Shigure turned back around, and began to drive again. Yuki vaguely wondered how he would tell Tohru, how she would react. He felt the corners of his mouth twitch. The images that flashed through his mind were enough to momentarily take his mind off the teen in his lap.
He could see her now, carrying soup, rice, bread, anything Kyo could possibly need, all over the house. He could even see her tight-lipped worried, but determined expression. The same look she had worn when his bronchial attack had happened during the endurance run that winter.
Kyo moved on Yuki's lap. Small mumbles rose to Yuki's ears as the other Sohma stirred.
"Where... are we?"
Kyo's voice was weak, all threatening edges it used to hold gone. Yuki looked down, allowing his eyes to hold a reassuring gleam.
"We're in the car. We're taking you to Hatori."
With a faint nod Kyo looked away, eyes closing immediately.
Yuki let his hopeful pretense fall away. His heart ached; Kyo's eyes had held nothing but pain, and terror. For the second time in only minutes Yuki swore Kyo was already dead.
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When they finally reached Hatori's house, only minutes after Yuki and Kyo's conversation, the orange haired teen began to again, spit up blood. Yuki panicked, this was not something he was very good at. Saving lives would never be anything he was good at.
"Shigure! Kyo is-"
With a powerful swoop, Shigure swept Kyo into his arms and headed straight to the large gate marking the beginning of Hatori's estate. Yuki stumbled out of the car after him, legs having lost all grace and poise as he blindly followed the orange bob of Kyo's hair.
Yuki entered the house just in time to see Hatori hurry over to Shigure. His voice was calm, as was his face. Both expertly hiding the apprehension Yuki could feel surrounding him.
"Take him to the back, I have a table set up for him."
Shigure obliged, and Yuki realized he was getting the feeling that he was useless an abnormal amount that day.
What do you expect? Twice today someone has needed you, and twice you have failed them. If it weren't for Shigure, You would still be standing there, watching Kyo die.
"Yuki! For the last time, go and get a bowl of hot water!"
Shigure's tense voice cut through his thoughts, anger surging through each word as it was over annunciated.
With a curt nod Yuki ran to the kitchen. The bowl was already sitting on the plain black marble counter, a damp washcloth lying at its bottom. Yuki hurried across the room, the small squeak of his shoes deafening in the stillness of the desolate kitchen.
With shaky hands he scooped the clear plastic into his arms, and carefully balanced it on the ledge separating the two sink basins. He pulled the nozzle, and closed his eyes, reveling in the strange calm the came with the rush of the water. It took only seconds for the bowl to fill, and Yuki was soon on his way to Hatori's examination room, walking slowly to avoid the inevitable splatter from the rim of the container.
He pushed the thin door open with his back, immediately sensing the tightness in the air as he entered.
Kyo lay on a table, small trickles of blood flowing from his mouth, horrible tremors racked his body, sending the majority of the crimson around the cat's mouth to spatter the inhabitants of the room.
Shigure held fast to the flailing teens body, trying desperately to keep him from doing any more damage to himself. Hatori was swabbing a section of skin on Kyo's upper arm. A needle shined menacingly on the medical stand next to the bed.
"Hold him Shigure! If he moves to much…"
Instead of finishing the thought, Hatori quickly, but gently, inserted the needle into a temporary still Kyo. With a sigh the doctor moved away, shaking his head slightly as he moved to a cupboard.
" The Librium should help him sleep," he paused turning to look at the two anxious Sohma's, "I'm going to request you leave the room. Ill be in here."
The tone of his voice left Yuki no room to quarrel. He left immediately, secretly thanking Hatori for taking over responsibility.
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Yuki had sat alone in the living room for what felt like only a few seconds before Momji came bursting through the distant front door, happily shouting his arrival to Hatori. Yuki pointed his head in the direction he believed Momiji was coming from, willing the small teen to shut up.
Naturally, the noise didn't cease.
The small patter of feet announced the searching boy, long before Yuki saw him. Momiji came dancing around the corner, a grin plastered across his face.
"AH! Yuki-kun! Guten tag!"
Yuki saw Shigure twitch from the corner of his eye. From anger or worry he couldn't tell. But for him, Momiji's happiness was like a break in clouds.
With a small skip-hop he crossed the room, his uniform-skirt swishing slightly. Yuki couldn't help but smile slight, as the whole argument about the article of clothing popped back into his head. But as soon as Kyo's involvement was realized, the smile vanished.
"Yuki-kun?"
Momiji's voice squeaked with worry.
"It's… nothing really."
That was all it took, the blond smiled and nodded and began to ramble about his day at school, and how he had missed Yuki "' sooooooooooooo'" much. Yuki watched in amusement as the boy ran about the living room, reenacting all the amazing scenes from that school day.
Unfortunately the break of worry did not last long. Only minutes after Momiji's arrival, Hatori's voice rang out from the back room,
"Alright, you can come in now."
Hatori's voice was much more placid than Yuki had ever heard it; it seemed to ring with a lack of emotion, a suppressed urge to scream, and a deadly calm. Even Momiji seemed to have noticed the strange undertones, for he stopped his chatter immediately.
Shigure bolted from his seat at the call, rushing to the door. Yuki was hot on his heels, followed by a questioning Momiji, whose voice rang with a small note of fear.
They walked through the narrow door in a single-file line, Shigure in front. They came to rest right by the door shoulder to shoulder, Yuki was glade of the comfort of Shigure's bulk, it seemed to give him a little more courage. If it was possible, Yuki thought Shigure looked even more tense then before. His jaw muscles were taunt, his eyes wide. With some nervousness Yuki turned to face what Shigure was staring at.
Kyo still lay on the table, though now, propped up. Tubes fed into his nose, and his mouth hung slack. Out of each orifice ran a thin trickle of blood. Yuki swallowed, his heart leaping to his throat, Kyo looked frail as if every breath could be his last. The machine he was hooked or buzzed softly as it forced air into his blood filled lungs.
On Yuki left he heard a small gasp. Momiji had obviously just noticed his relative as well. The sight of Kyo lying motionless on the table proved too much for the smaller Sohma, and, with a sob, he tore from the room.
Yuki considered going after him, Hatori's appearance and face alone were almost means enough to do it.
Maybe it's not as bad as it seems… maybe, Hatori is just tired…With these thought in mind, Yuki convinced himself to stay in the room, to hear exactly what was happening with his cousin, his roommate, his rival… his friend.
"Did you find out what was wrong with him? Will he be ok?" Yuki, asked, feeling the desperate words burble from his lips. Unconsciously, he leaned forward, body acting as if it were to move forward just enough the news would be good rather than bad.
Hatori walked past him, holding his blood-slicked hands out in front of him. With a sigh the older Sohma turned the handle on the large metal sterilization sink with his wrist, he slid his hands under the water and gentle rubbed them together, obviously bidding his time with the answer to Yuki's question.
"So… What.Is.Wrong.With.Him?"
Hatori slowly looked up from his now pink frothed fingers. With a heavy sigh he turned around, and grabbed a towel.
"I did some research, and found that this isn't the first time this has happened. Exactly three generations ago, two cat-spirits before our Kyo, there was an incident with the Sohma who was possessed by the cat. He came down with symptoms similar to what Kyo has now."
Yuki glanced at Shigure. The other man's face was contorted with shock, worry, and unvoiced questions. Yuki imagined his face must look much the same. How could there possibly be some contagious illness that only the cats could catch?
Shigure's voice broke through his thoughts, a deep troubled tone resonating through his question.
"What happened to the other one?"
Hatori looked away, and made a point of staring at the floor.
"There was nothing they could do. He died."
"And what about Kyo?"
Hatori finally looked back up, his eyes shadowed with pain.
"There… I don't think there is anything I can do… The way I see it, Kyo has about a week to live."
In that moment Yuki knew true despair. As if his heart would never lift again.
Kyo was going to die, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
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Mmmm chocolate milk… I bet my breath will be awful after I finish it! Oh and, I was going to ask, Should I make an alternate ending for those of you who would like this to not be angst? AND! Don't worry chapter three is already done, Ill post it on Saturday just to make you sweat.
TONY!!!2 (haha)