Warnings:

Again, like in the previous chapter Eiji uses "-chan" and drops the respectful "O" when speaking with his family.

YES! I'M SWITCHING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ENGLISH AND JAPANESE. So, yeah.

(Note: no information on his family is official. Names, ages, jobs are basically off the top of my head)

Another warning, Eiji being the baby of the family, is going to be….babied and spoiled by his family. So…yeah, again.

Oh yeah…OC warnings as well. C'mon, you need doctors and nurses.

Eiji's Parents:

Kikumaru Motoki, 48 years old Eiji's father Manager for one of the top and most expensive Hotels in Tokyo. Though he gets paid good money, it is still hard supporting 5 kids a wife and his two parents who live with them. He loves his family, and feels he is the luckiest man in the world because of them. A undercover musician, when he was younger he wanted to become a famous rock star with his younger brothers but it all changed when he met Lynn Kakyuu, a half American Half Japanese dancer.

Kikumaru Kakyuu, 44 years old, her mother is American while her father is Japanese. Eiji's mother and former dancer A beautiful lady, with cat-like grace and a heart of gold. When Eiji was born she nearly lost her life due to complications for that reason she believes Eiji is her miracle child. (This will come up as the story continues) a stay at home mom and dance teacher on the side when she has the time.

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Does anybody know this illness that I've caught?

I feel so devastated like I haven't slept all night

And oh what I've got has paralyzed my thoughts

Somebody reassure me that I'm gonna be all right

-Caesar, Rocket

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My parents picked us up Sunday afternoon, I was just chattering like there was nothing going on, as if tonight I was not going to be checked into the hospital, as if tomorrow I did not start my treatment.

As if I wasn't sick.

But I am, I am sick.

I was sitting between Oishi and Fuji in the back seat of my family's minivan, just chattering, being the clown of the group and making people laugh.

"…and then, when we were leaving, Momo grabbed a handful of crab legs from the buffet, nya!"

My mom and dad, up front, laughed and shook their heads, mom turned from her place in the passenger seat to look back at us. "Oh I'm sure you grabbed something too." She accused me.

"Kaa-chan!" I gasped dramatically, clenching my heart. "I can't believe-" I stopped short as she gave me the I'm- your- mother- I- know- everything-look. "Nya, fine, just some of their chocolate mints, towels, and oh! The bath robe! But, I had to mama, it's so soft!"

She shook her head and laughed, "I did the same thing, when we went." She said with a wink and turned around in her seat facing forward.

"Did you boys have a good time?" My father asked, looking at us through the review mirror. Everyone chimed out a "Yes, sir" or "Yes, Kikumaru-san."

"Tell, Kumada-san thank you for us when you see him, Tou-chan!"

There was silence between us, the only sound being the music coming from the radio, as the van stopped at a red light in the center of Tokyo. I looked around at the city as if I had never been here, as if I did not live here, as if…

I was going to die tomorrow.

I looked at the buildings, at the people crossing in front of us and walking beside us on the sidewalks. I watched, as a small child licked happily on an ice cream cone, the creamy goodness melting down the cone and unto her hand, but she continued to lick, not letting it bother here.

"-tomorrow?"

I snapped my head up, paying attention to the conversation I did not realize had been started.

"After school we will be there for sure, Kikumaru-san." Tezuka was saying to my father.

"Do you know what type of treatment he will be starting?" Fuji asked. I looked at him out the corner of my eye.

"Hm, the doctor said we will be starting chemotherapy after he does a spinal tap, just to see if it has entered-" My mother paused, and I could see her swallowing hard. "If it entered his nervous system, and…a bone marrow transplant might be needed. That is depending on if he responds to the chemo okay, and if it hasn't spread."

I bit my lip nervously, and began to poke at a hole in my jeans.

Spread.

Transplant.

Chemotherapy.

I'm sick….I'm sick. I'm sick!

My eyes started the tear up and my vision blurred. I couldn't let myself cry, not now.

It wasn't until we dropped all the guys off at their homes, it wasn't until Fuji hugged me and slid the door of the minivan shut, it wasn't until I was alone with my parents driving home, that I let myself cry.

My mother climbed into the backseat with me, as dad continued to drive, though I could feel his worried looks as he watched us through the review mirror.

I wanted to be strong, I didn't want anyone to comfort me. I wanted to show everyone I was confident and strong. But I failed. I'm weak…

I'm…

I am…

"K-kaa-chan.." I chocked out into her blouse, "I'm scared!"

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Packing sucked, needless to say. As I threw things into my bag my brother Mamoru would just take them out and fold them.

"I wish you would stop that." I mumbled as I flung a pair of socks into the bag.

"And I wish you would be more organized."

"Why do I have to pack anyway, nya? I'm going to be wearing a hospital robe or sweats the whole time."

And I could die tomorrow.

I could feel him roll his eyes. "Chibi, stop grumbling."

"Sorry." I slammed my dresser drawer shut, and yanked my closet door open looking for my favorite pair of sweats.

I could die tomorrow, and all the things could be packed up and given to the homeless, or mom would keep everything the same and go crazy thinking I would be coming back.

After throwing things around and yanking things off their hangers, my frustration was growing "KAA-CHAN!" I came out the closet, avoiding Mamoru's stares. "KAA-CHAN!" I yelled again.

I could….

She came running into my room, her dark red hair wet and messy on her head, the wrinkled shirt and jeans she was wearing looked to be the ones dad wore yesterday.

"Sore wa nan desu ka, honey?"

I stared at her, "Did you get that out the hamper, kaa-chan?"

She blushed, and then glared at me. "Well, hearing you scream for me while I was in the shower. It was the first thing I grabbed."

"Oh, gomen."

Mama, I could…

"So, what is it honey?" She stepped closer to me, her bright blue eyes filled with worry. Her eyes reminded me of Fuji's eyes. She placed a damp hand on my forehead, "You still have that temperature, how are you feeling?"

I just shrugged. "I was calling you because I can't find my favorite sweats."

"Those pants trying to pass as Swiss cheese? Oh please, don't wear those!" I looked past mama to look at the door to see my twin siblings.

"No one asked you Hayata." I grumbled, stepping into my moms arms.

My big brothers and sisters…

"Such a baby."

"Hayata, behave." Mom scolded and then turned her attention back to me. "But, honey, that's sweats are long gone."

"No!" I pouted, "They are my favorite, they have little tennis rackets and stuff on them!"

I heard some chuckling behind coming from the door, "I think I have a good replacement." I pulled myself from moms arms to find dad beside us a box in his arms.

"Here you go son." He handed me the box and I opened it. I couldn't help but to let a squeal escape from my mouth.

Papa…I don't want to…

"My sweats!" I pulled out the black sweats with little white tennis rackets and gold balls.

"The same, but NEW, with a pair of PJs too. Hey, that rhymed." I jumped into my dads arms, hugging him, laughing.

"Arigatou Tou-chan!"

"You're welcome son. I just want you to be comfortable." He sat me down, and I sighed before I felt like I was going to blow my top- I almost did. But now, I felt so relaxed again, only my family could do this.

Looking around, I couldn't help but to smile. "Wow, I didn't know this room was so small. Sometime during the excitement my eldest sister came into the room.

"Well, I wanted to see what all the screaming was about." Emiko said, with a slight shrug.

I caught glance of the clock on the wall; it was nearly time to go. Mom must have known what was on my mind, because once again he had her arms around me. "It'll be okay, I promise honey."

Oh Kami-sama, onegai…I'm afraid.

"I'm still scared. I don-I don't want to die."

If it was possible, everyone was holding me at that point. "You'll be just fine." They keep saying it.

"You'll be okay."

What if I won't be?

"Everything will be alright."

How do you know? What if not?

It'll be fine.

What if it won't be?

How can you be sure I will be okay tomorrow? In a week? In a couple months? How can you be sure that I won't get sicker? How can you be sure?

How?

I need someone to reassure me.

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TBC