The Best Friend Type
Chapter 3: Deals
{Previously on The Best Friend Type:
"Sakamaki, Rin, you're lab results have been thoroughly tested and they all came back as positive. I'm afraid that you have been officially been diagnosed with cancer."
Damnit!
I looked away as my Aunt sprung from her chair and crushed me in a death grip hug. I felt my hoodie start to get damp as she cried loudly on me and I knew that Aunt Ema wouldn't be leaving me anytime soon.
It would be me that was leaving her.}
"I'm sorry, we'll do the best we can to get you back to being healthy. In times like these it's best to have the support of your family and your friends. Blah blah blah blah more tests blah blah stages of cancer blah blah blah blah lymphoma. It's blah blah blah blah blah."
I couldn't understand hardly anything he was saying. I tried to pay attention, I really did, but I kept getting flashes of the past.
Flashback
"Are you feeling better?" I asked the person in the hospital bed.
There was a sense of dread that filled the room. A bitter tension wrapping around anything and everything. Everything in this hospital was depressing even though the hospital staff tried their best to make it less melancholy with colorful walls with big TVs and fancy food and comfortable blankets.
She had on a white and blue hospital gown that brang out the paleness of her pasty white skin. She had no hair, just dull blue eyes devoid of any happiness. She smiled a smile that didn't reach her eyes, it looked pathetic honestly. Even though she still tried to make the best of the situation as to not worry me, I knew the seriousness of her condition.
"Yep, I think I'll be able to go home soon!" She said, pushing her small sickly body up into a sitting position. She looked like she was having a hard time so I grabbed her arm to help. She gave me a real smile before hugging me.
I smiled and hugged her back.
"Thanks Onee-Chan," She whispered into my neck.
I hugged her tighter.
End of Flashback
I blinked a couple times and wiped the tear that rolled down my cheek. I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt the wetness on my face. I didn't even feel the burning in my eyes until I wiped it.
Aunt Ema had let go of me and I noticed she had stopped crying and was now just silently standing by my side with her hand on my shoulder. She was looking at me like she was expecting an answer for something and I quirked an eyebrow as if to say 'what?'
"Doctor Hiyashou-San said that he was going to prescribe you some medications and he asked you if you have been taking anything recently."
I shook my head.
"Well I'll prescribe blah blah some blah blah…" I frowned trying to keep up with all that he was saying. So far he's prescribed me three different medications that I will never be able to remember the names of. He told me about the dosages and when to take them before giving me a good long lecture about how I need to eat as much as I can and get the proper amount of sleep and exercise which I completely drifted off during.
When I joined the conversation Hiyashou-San and Aunt Ema has probably realized that I was in La La Land because they were discussing my upcoming appointment and starting chemotherapy.
"What's the survival rate if I chose not to do the chemotherapy?" I asked, successfully making their heads snap towards me.
"There are other treatments if that's what you want to do. The survival rate depends on the stages. By this point I'd say you're in the end of the second stage. For stage two of Hodgkin lymphoma, the five year survival rate is about 90 percent. The five year survival rate for stage three is about 80 percent. Stage five has a five year survival rate of about 65 percent." He said looking at his clipboard. "Remember, these survival rates are only estimates – they can't predict what will happen to any individual person and this is what the rates are if you go through with treatment."
Then he began talking about other treatments and we decided on next Monday to begin treatment. By the time we left that damn hospital it was 4:12 pm which meant that school was long over. I pulled out my phone after I put my seat belt on. I had five texts from Kiko.
I sighed as I read through them. Apparently Tamaki Senpai showed up in class pestering the twins about the high school strip club effectively making them walk out of class early not wanting to deal with his BS. I snickered under my breath and sent her a message saying I wish I was there to see that before putting in my earphones and looking out the window.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay, my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today, I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad, it's not so bad
I felt someone shaking my shoulder so I looked over and pulled out one earphone. She glanced at me with a smirk, "I said I'm going to drop you off and then I'm going to go home since I have some packing to do."
I gaped at her like a fish. "What do you mean packing?" I asked cautiously. Please don't move in please don't move in please don't move in…
"As if I was going to let you go through this alone. I'll be moving in with you, watashi no chīsana hana**. It'll be fun, we'll have makeovers, fashion shows, movie nights…"(Means my little flower) Aunt Ema laughed at my horrified expression. I'm sure she was enjoying every second of this.
"Aunt Ema…" I said in a warning tone.
"What, watashi no chīsana hana?"
"What about work?"
"I can work from here."
"What about that guy you like?"
"Are you trying to say you don't want me around?" She asked looking slightly offended.
"...Well…."
She blinked, then pouted. "That's not nice, you shouldn't treat your aunt like this! You're so mean!"
And then the crocodile tears came and I just gave her a deadpanned expression. When she saw that it wasn't working on me she groaned before reluctantly saying, "Fine….I'll be a neighbor then, deal?"
I sighed and nodded.
When we got to my house Aunt Ema pulled me into a death gripping hug and I groaned. My muscles ache and my chest hurts. I pulled away from her vice like grip.
"Thank you for today, Aunt Ema."
"Anytime, watashi no chīsana hana. I'll be back Monday to take you to your next appointment," she said. "And before you say anything I know I don't have to, I want to."
"Okay bye Aunt Ema."
"Bye Rin-Chan, I love you!"
When I got inside I grabbed a granola bar and a water bottle and then immediately went to my room and got ready for bed. I felt like I could sleep for a hundred years. I crawled under my duvet and snuggled my blue bunny. That was the first night in a long time I cried myself to sleep.
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Some weeks later it was finally my birthday and I was thinking about how morning came too soon for my liking even though I couldn't believe I slept so long that night. I did my usual morning ritual; shower, brush teeth and hair, use vanilla bean lotion and deodorant. Then get dressed, grab bag, earphones, and phone. After that Kiko will show up at my d-.
Right on time. I thought to myself as I rushed down the stairs.
"Hey," I said.
"Yo, you ready to get this day over with?" She asked. I could already tell she was in a bad mood, I wondered why.
"Why would I want to get today over with?" I asked, "You never know when it'll be your last so let's just enjoy it, okay."
"Right…" Kiko said in a suspicious tone probably wondering what was wrong with my head. I didn't know either so I was happy that she didn't ask.
We walked to the limo and like usual we would be sitting side-by-side as the limo took off. It was unusually bright today with the cherry blossom trees swaying slightly.
"You know, you're really weird for a guy." Kiko stated suddenly.
"How so?" I asked surprised. Are you finally figuring it out? I thought as I rubbed my wrist.
"Your skin is soft for a guy and your eyes are big for one too. You're also pretty short, you're the shortest guy in the middle school. You even smell girly." She laughed, "Is that vanilla bean? You always reek heavily of it- in a good way!"
"Yeah it's vanilla bean."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What do you think?"
"Think about what?"
"Did you know how feminine you look and act?"
I shrugged, "Yeah, so?"
She shook her head saying, "Never mind."
It was quiet for a good minute before I gasped as I was smacked with the realization that I didn't pick up my new medications yesterday. I ran out two days earlier. Damnit! Should I ask…?
"You okay, Rin-Chan?" She asked suddenly worried.
"Uh, yeah I just forgot to pick something up from the pharmacy yesterday. Do you think you could, uh, give me a ride after school?" I asked suddenly feeling a little awkward.
She smiled and nodded, "Of course, but is it okay if I ask what you're picking up?"
Think quick! What should I tell her? I mean, she'll find out eventually when I come out with it in my hands so there's no point in lying. What do I say they are for…?
"Uhhhh, just some pills that the doctor put me on yesterday. They are vitamins, it's nothing serious." I lied smoothly. I felt like eventually she was going to find out about my condition, but I just didn't want to tell her… yet. She'll start asking questions and putting two and two together anyways. But if she can't find out I'm a girl by now then I'm not sure that if it bit her in the butt she would still not know. I sighed, She's smart, but not that visceral.
It was thirty five minutes before lunch when I started feeling it. The dizziness and the light-headedness. At first I thought it was another symptom of lymphoma, and I was thinking shit I do NOT want to deal with this everyday. But then I thought about other causes of dizziness and BAM, it hit me like a freight train.
I didn't eat anything today or yesterday!
I mentally cursed my stomach for not demonstrating it's whale call sooner or drop any hint that it was hungry before now. I laid my head back down on my desk and focused on my breathing. I've been having shortness of breath almost all morning so this was harder than it should've been.
"Sakamaki-San see me after class." My Sensei said from right beside me, just quiet enough for me to hear. I gave a small 'okay' hoping she'd leave me alone. She did, thank God and returned to talking about something I don't even know what. It was a miracle that I even maintained an A average by this point which is so wrong considering the fact that when I get an A my grade goes up 2 percent but when I get an F it goes down like the Titanic.
I did as I was told, granted I stumbled and crashed into one of the desks as the kids filtered out of the room. I saw Kiko give me a pitied look before she left. Sensei sat at her desk and I stood in front of it. She wore an indifferent expression as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"You're a good kid, Sakamaki-San. You make good grades in my class, but I want to know why you've been acting the way you have been. Are you okay? Is there something I should know about?" She asked. Sensei Venei looked and sounded genuinely concerned.
I sighed. I didn't want to get in trouble with Sensei for sleeping in class and I thought that maybe if I told her about my situation she would be more understanding. I just didn't want to see the look of pity etched into her face. I didn't want her to treat me differently. That's the exact same reason I didn't want to tell anyone else.
"Before I tell you I want you to promise me something," I told her.
"What is it?" Sounding confused. I noticed her eyes focusing on me like she was trying to see through my soul. It made me squirm a bit.
"I don't want to be treated any differently than I am usually treated. I don't want yours or anybody else's pity."
She nodded, "What is it that you wanted to tell me?"
"I was officially diagnosed with cancer three weeks ago." I looked away from her, ignoring the gasp. "It makes me tired and I haven't had an appetite for quite a while. I just noticed that I forgot to eat yesterday and today before I rested my head on the desk cause I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I'm sorry for not paying attention in class and I understand if you want to give me detention."
I felt weird spilling my secrets to my teacher, but in a good way I think. It was nice having someone to talk to about this kind of stuff.
"You know you can talk to me about anything Sakamaki-San. You can come to me for anything and I'll help you as much as I can. What type of cancer were you diagnosed with?" Sensei asked me.
"I have lymphoma, I got my bone marrow transplant last Monday. That's why I missed school that day."
She nodded in understanding. "My cousin had spinal cancer. She's still fighting and she's winning too. There is hope for you I'm sure. Is there anything I can do?"
"No I don't think so, but thank you for letting me talk to you about this. It means a lot." And I meant it. It did mean a lot to me knowing that I had someone I can talk to.
"Alright well you should get going to lunch. I don't want you to get hurt or pass out," she smiled at me and I smiled back.
"See you after later Sensei, oh and, tell your cousin I said that I hope she gets better real soon." As I rounded the corner I saw a blur of brown dash round the closest corner with fast foot falls. Damn eavesdropper! I thought as I ran after them, completely ignoring the dizziness.
"Hey! Come back here!" I yelled loud enough for them to hear. Before I knew it I was advancing up on her. Yes I knew it was a girl due to her long brown hair and she was wearing the middle school uniform. She looked vaguely familiar…. "Gotcha!" I said as I pounced, taking us both to the ground, with me straddling her back.
"Get off of me you asshole!" She yelled, squirming and kicking.
My eyes widened a fraction. "Kiko?"
"I will tear off your arm, bitch slap you with it, shove it up your ass and then skin you, dry it out in the sun, and use it as a condom to fornicate with your mother and use your blood as lubricant." The girl said so darkly that my skin crawled.
I laughed, "Considering the fact that you're both girls, good luck with that."
I cautiously climbed off of her and she flipped around to face me. The look in her eyes was enough to make an army run for the hills.
"I'm gonna skin you alive with a cheese grater and draw pictures on what's left with a sharpie." I shivered at the image that passed through my mind. She's very scary, what does she watch in her free time? Oh wait, she's a Creepypasta fangirl….. That's when I knew, I pissed off the wrong person.
"Whoa whoa whoa," I held my arms up defensively. "You wouldn't do that to your best friend would you?" I let out a nervous laugh.
"You're a liar and I'll be damned if I let cancer kill you before I do."
"..."
"..."
"I was going to tell you…"
Kiko stood up and brushed the invisible dust off her uniform. "Bullshit. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Okay I know you're mad so just calm down and let's talk this out."
She nodded, "There's something I want to do first." Before I even saw it coming a sharp slap sounded in the quiet hallway.
"Ow!" I can't believe she slapped me! Damn that hurt. I deserved it though, didn't I? I mean, I was the one who was dying and I got smacked for it? That's messed up… No, I got slapped because I didn't tell her and she's hurt, I could see it in those big brown eyes.
"There now give me a good reason not to do it again!" Kiko said, holding up her hand in a threatening way. I flinched.
"Because I'm the one who's dying and slapping me won't magically make it go away!" I yelled back. I was sure that if we kept yelling at each other someone was bound to come along and see what the problem was.
"Look," I sighed. "I'm sorry for not telling you. I didn't want to worry you. I thought that I could fight this on my own."
"I deserved to know." Kiko's voice quivered letting me know that she was going to have an emotional breakdown soon.
"I know and I'm sorry." At least you know now before it's too late. I stopped myself from saying. I didn't need her thinking I was going to kick the bucket anytime soon. That would undoubtedly make her feel worse.
"Well now that I know, prepare to get coddled 'cause we're having a sleepover tonight." I opened my mouth to object but she cut me off. "It's payback for not telling me. And don't think you're getting out of me doing your makeup."
"Grr, Kiko-Chan no."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes-"
"Ha!" Kiko shouted doing a weird little dance. "I'm glad you agreed now let's go eat before we have to get back to class." She said, taking me by the arm and leading me to the cafeteria.
After we got our food we took a seat at our usual table. I picked up a cucumber and stuck the whole thing in my mouth. Then I ate three baby carrots, some lettuce and a tiny tomato before I felt the hairs on my neck stand on end. Kiko noticed me stop eating so she set her bento down and looked at me concerned.
"Are y-"
"SAKAMAKI, RIN!" A loud voice boomed through the cafeteria. Heads snapped in my direction indicating where I was.
"Shit."
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