A/N: Goddamnit it's been forever since I even finished this. I totally forgot about this series in FFnet and only remembered to post it on my Facebook, LiveJournal and Deviantart. So well…I know that this fic has had little reviews, but I just felt that I should finish what I started, I mean I did say that I will post the other part of this fic so…here it is.

Dedicated to Hannaadi88, for being such a nice friend. I knew you liked it on FB, I'm just re-posting this on FFnet. But I still want you to know that you're one of the nicest friends I have, and thank you so much for that~

Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me, and they never have been. It applies to this fic's prequel, too.

~Serendipity Part 2: My Emerald-Eyed Hope~

This place is so not cool. I mean what do we have to do in here? No running down the halls, and worse of all, no leaving the room! Hospitals are boring! And don't get me started on those never-ending shots!

I never wanted to be here in the first place. I had a concert coming up! You see, I'm a violinist. I love violins! Even if Ivan said they were for sissies. Say what you will, bastard. Violins are cool, and I'm good at it. End of story.

Anyway, back to how I got admitted into this living hell. Before I had to be cooped up in this hell-hole, I was a star student in violin class! (Of course, because heroes are always number one!) And my teacher just came up to me, saying that I was doing totally awesome. She said that we'd be holding a concert in six months, and I got to be the lead junior violinist! At that moment, life was at its peak for me.

Apparently life just decided that it hated me. A month before the concert, I started feeling tired easily. I keep getting headaches, and even though I'm cool and heroic, I didn't feel as awesome as that. Dad just thought I was tired, so he thought it was alright. But then he saw small purple spots on my arms and legs, and that's when he rushed me here.

Dad spoke to the doctor, and the doctor took my blood sample. Well, at first I was really scared of the syringe, but I'm a hero, and heroes do NOT get scared of anything! After he took my so-called 'blood sample', he sorta dissapeared. And then he came back, saying that I may have to be treated here until they find out what's wrong with me.

The next day, Dad woke me up. His face really looked sad. I didn't get it- what was wrong? When I asked him that, he just told me to come with him and the doctor would explain.

At the doctor's white, yucky-smelling office, he told me that I have...whatever, I forgot the name. I don't know what it is, I mean I'm a violinist, I'm no doctor! He said that there was something wrong with my bone... bone 'marrow', and he says I have to stay there until they find a good donor for me. I asked Dad to be my 'donor', but he said that we weren't a match. Mom's gone for good, if you know what I mean, so we can't dig her grave and just get her blood. That would be so un-heroic.
And as you may have guessed- I couldn't play in the concert.

And then I'm stuck here, in the hospital. Dad said I should learn the name of my sickness, he made me repeat the name until I got it. I think I have the hang of it now, let's see- leu-ke-mi... leu-ke-mi-a. Man, that was tough. Unimportant thing aside, this place is boring. I was so put out when they said I was staying here for a while. It's not going to be only 'a while', it's a lie. Adults are liars. I know they're trying to make me see this situation in a brighter light, but I just had this nagging feeling that 'a while' means 'till hell freezes over'.

I soon found out I wouldn't be staying in the room for good, though. But it was nowhere near fun- it was for treatment. They said that it would help me, but it actually made me feel worse. Each and every session made me really, really weak. (Was this how Superman felt when he was exposed to kryptonite?) How was it supposed to help me if it makes me want to puke almost each and every time?

On some days, though, I do feel alright, like today for instance. But I still can't get over the feeling that I can't play in that concert... or worse, maybe I could die. After all, leukemia (Yes, I got it right!) sounds dangerous. It's as if I can feel a death threat within those words. I don't know for sure, though.

It was a beautiful evening, but I can feel a raincloud over my head. I looked over to my violin. Ah, I completely forgot that I had that violin. I had been bedridden for too long I don't remember I had it anymore. Slowly, I made my way to the forgotten instrument. I picked it up, together with the bow. I postitioned the instrument, bow poised in hand. Will I be able to do it? I haven't played in a while... Nevertheless, I lowered the bow, and started playing. As soon as I did, I quickly tried to pull a melody from the invisible music sheet which was my memory, and found a pleasant, nameless one I created myself. As I slid the bow over the strings, I start feeling better. Wow, just a few bars, and I feel good already. I keep on playing, altering the speed and allowing the melody to go into a crescendo. I can feel it, the strings shouting, and the melody it sings for me.

As I was about to stop, I heard a sigh. I have an audience? Trying to be as discreet as possible, I turned my head.

And everything else was a blur. A flash of deep, emerald-green eyes, a mop of sandy-blonde hair, and silence reigned once more.

Whoever owned those eyes, he must be interested in my violin. And all of a sudden, I felt a burst of hope. Maybe living in here isn't so bad anymore, if only for the owner of those eyes. I put down my violin, and lay down on my bed, wishing to every deity above that he'd return the following day.

Sure enough, he was there the next day. I pretend not to notice him, but secretly I know he loves it whenever I play. The melody I play is only for him. Even though it's only for a little while, but it had me looking forward to the next day. Looking at you- it gave me a small happiness for each day, the beam of sunlight ushering my rainclouds away.

Since then, it has always been like that. Every day at five p.m, you never failed to show up, and I would play something for you for five minutes. An unspoken promise. I'll be here tomorrow, I look forward for more, I heard your eyes say.

On the seventh day, I was determined. I have to know your name. I will once I'm finished, I'll catch you- I'll ask you your name. But when I was finished, and when I stepped outside, you just fell like a bird which dropped dead from the sky. Earlier intentions forgotten, I called the nurses, and they hurried him to his room. I did have a glance at his room number, but that was all.

I never thought it was the last day I could see you.

And now here I stood, in front of your door, listening to the heart monitor thingy whine. If it used to be you standing in front of the door, now it's me. I don't know why, but I knew you wouldn't stay awake for long.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

[You were really the only one keeping me looking forward to what tomorrow holds for me.]
You were really the only one keeping my spirits up, had me looking forward to what tomorrow holds for me.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

[You had me guessing the melody you'd be playing. Will it be upbeat? Will it be calm?]
You had we wondering when you'd reveal your name, and had my heart beating. Would you appear tomorrow? Would you tell me your name?

Beep...Beep...Beep...

[My eyes, they're getting heavy... No, wait! I want to hear him again!]
I could see you shaking, struggling to keep your eyes open... No, don't go! I want to see you again!

Beep...Beep...

[I want to hear it once more time... But my body is saying otherwise...]
I really want to see you once more time... But the heart monitor tells me it's impossible.

Beep...

[...I give up.]
I know heroes don't give up till the very end. But you and I both know that this is the end.

Beep...

[But I really wanted to know...]
But if you really had to go, at least let me know...

Beep...

[What your name is...]
What your name is...

Beep...Beep... Beeeeeeep...

Ahahahaha. Eh. I tried. And I got this. Kudos if you know what [these] were. I did that on purpose. I hope you liked this as much as the first one. -nervous laugh-...I'm gonna go kill my pathetic self now.