Loneliness Chapter 3: Dreams...
Authoress' Notes:
Heya minna!^__^ *waves* Finished! Triumph! Success! Yatta!!^___^ *does her jig* Hehe, anyhow, I finished this a long time ago.. But I never got to typing it on my computer.. ^^; Gomen ne! I'm lazy! I can't help it! *gryn*
Disclaimer:
Dun own RK and its characters.. --- Nobuhiro Watsuki
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I walked back and forth in the waiting room, my heart pounding in my head... It's a mystery to me how it went up there... I am just too... worried and anxious to mind anyway.
I looked around the small room, taking in the little details. It was simple, pottet mini palms on either side of two green benches sitting across each other, a famed picture of the founder of the hospital hung on the other awll. The bright lights looked too cheerful.. so unreal..
I stopped in my tracks as the door opened and a doctor stepped in. He looked like he was in his mid thirties. He was in a plain white lab coat with a stethoscope dangling from his neck. I snapped out of my thoughts when he started talking,
"She's got a concussion, but she's stable." He offered me a weary smile. My heart relaxed and stopped pounding and a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Oh thank kami!
"Are you her relative?"
Again, I snapped out of my thoughts, guilty for not paying attention. "Iie," I choked out guiltily, "Iie, I.. She just stopped in the middle of the street and I wasn't able to.. to step on the brakes in time.. so I...." I clumsily trailed off. "Ahh... Sou.. No need to tell me more", the doctor cut in.
"Hmm... Well... I suppose you can come and see her. She's asleep though."
The doctor led me out of the waiting room. I followed close behind him and glanced at the people sitting on benches, some crying, some staring blankly ahead of them; not knowing what to do. Some wandered aimlessly around, feeling hopeless. But there were also some with a glint of hope in their eyes, a small ray of hope that their loved one might live. I tore my eyes away from them as I followed the doctor walk through the sliding door and into a more quiet corridor. We walked a few more doors down until we reached one next to the last. The doctor silently turned the door knob and nudged the door open.. to the room where she was. I was... scared.. guilty and.. relieved at the same time. I turned to the doctor and thanked him, shaking his hand. On his way out, I overheard him mumbling to himself, "Kids.. how irresponsible..."
I sweatdropped inwardly.
My heart wrenched at the sight of her lying down on the hospital bed, a tube in the back of her hand, her face and arms bruised, the dim light making the bruises look deep and big. All of a sudden, my heart started pounding again.. I wanted to get out of here, as far away from her as possible.. to lock her out of my life forever. 'To say I don't love her...', a voice whispered in my head. My eyes widened.
Who was THAT?!... What was that...? I think I'm going insane.. I went to a corner and sat on a chair, facing her frail form.
An angel... an injured angel would be more like it, but an angel nonetheless... An angel... 'Harmed by the devil.' There it goes again! My hands shoot up towards my head, shutting my eyes tight, I let out a shuddering breath. What's wrong with me?! Who are you? What are you? 'I am...' it whispered in my head, 'I am...'
The steady beep of the cardiac monitor brought me back to the hospital room, on the chair in the corner facing her bed. I rested my hand over my eyes and sighed. Just one girl... I never knew she could stir up so much emotions in me. And I don't even know her! 'Misao...' the voice whispered persistently. Misao... Aoshi... Isn't it strange we still have the same name?
Strange, really...
I finally understood who the voice in my head is...
I tried to sense for the voice, but I didn't hear anymore. A sudden thought just struck me, why is Aoshi in my head...? I sank back on the chair in weariness and closed my eyes. What a day...
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"Ano... Is Misao-chan home?" Okon asked, cradling the reciever with her shoulder, worry etched all over her face. "Iie..", Okina replied wearily. "Are you sure she's not at your house, Okon-chan?"
"I-iie, maybe she's staying over at someone's house... Ano... daijoubu, she'll turn up in the mornin, I suppose...", Okon answered at the other end of the line. "I hope so... Well, ja ne, Okon-chan. If you see Misao-cha, tell her I left for a business trip to Hong Kong, that the keys are on the counter. SHe has her own keys so I'll be locking up the house." *click*
Okon sighed and replaced the reciever back on the cradle and turning off the lighs, makes her way to bed. "Oh, Misao-chan," she thought out loud, lying back on her bed, resting her head on the pillow and yawning, "I hop you're alright..." She closed her eyes, sleep spreading over her like a warm blanket.
Outside the wind was howling. Just like a whisper being carried away, "You are still the same..." The wind raged on...
*****
"Wai wai! Okon-neesan, look at this! Look at this!"
I looked up from washing the dishes and gasped at the 5-year-old drenched in mud from head to toe. "Misao-chan! What on earth..-"
"Ne, ne Okon-neesan! Look what I got!", Misao held up a large frog, carefully gripped in her little muddy hands. The look on her face showed pure joy and triumph in capturing the cold-blooded amphibian. My body stood rigid and tense as I stared at the frog. I held my breath and willed myself not so scream. Misao cocked her head to one side and looked at me with a funny look on her face. "Okon-neesan?", she said quietly. "Why won't you pet my kaeru-chan!", she suddenly squealed in delight. I grimaced and let out a whimper, "Misao-chan," My voice trembled. "Onegai.. I.. don't want that thing in the.. kitchen.. Please take it out.." But Misao didn't. Instead, she inched closer to me, thr frog in her muddy hands, its eyes steadily gazing at me. (AN: When you get in a frog's view, its eyes follow you if you inch to the side or up or down. Kakkoi, ne?^-^)
I was backed up against the sink. Misao was looking at me expectantly, grinning. "Okon-neesan? Pet my kaeru-chan!" She giggled.
The frog suddenly croaked and caught a fly with its elastic tongue then started munching it up. That was the last straw, I couldn't hold it in anymore, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!" I screamed. "Onegai! Misao-chan, get that thing away from me!"
"But kaeru-chan likes you!"
"Eeeeeyyyaaaaa!!!"
"What's going on here?"
Misao stopped and looked at the tall figure leaning on the doorframe. "Aoshi-sama! Wai wai! Look what I got!" The teenager with startling blue grey eyes looked down at the smiling 5-year-old. "Hannya and me caught it down the river!" She said with bubbly excitement. She held up the frog for him to see. Aoshi's lips quirked up a bit, "Aa.."
He took the frog from Misao's hands and held it in one of his. "Come on, Misao-chan. Let's return this kaeru back to the river." He knelt down and offered his back to her. "You can sit on my shoulders." Misao eagerly got on his shoulders, grabbing a handful of hair. "Wai wai! I'm ready, Aoshi-sama!" Aoshi nodded and stooped low to pass through the door frame.
I watched as they went out, and overheard Aoshi say, "When we get back, you're going to take a bath, alright?" I smiled a little, hearing Misao's energetic reply. I resumed my washing the dishes, silence filling the air again, save for the clinking of the utensils.
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I woke up with a start. Sitting up on my futon, I looked around my room. Seeing that everything is in order, I wonder who or what woke me up in the middle of the night by the looks of things outside my window. The air was crisp and cool, not too hot, not too cold and not too windy. There weren't any sounds from outside that was disturbing, just the slight rustle of the leaves on the trees that were swayed by the cool wind.
I laid back down on my futon, seeing that everything was in order. I was about to drift off to sleep when I heard a sniffle on the other room. Misao... The walls were thin and sound can easily drift through them. I got up and silently crept to the wall and leaned on it. I listened closely and heard her muffled sobs. My heard constricted as I imagined her under the covers of her futon, her shoulder and chest racking with half stiffled sobs, and her face contorted with anguish. Now I know very well that she still hasn't goten over Aoshi. It's been 6 years... since he's been gone and still.. even now that she's 16 years old... she still cries for him. Most especially when.. she found Okina and Aoshi fighting. It really must have pained her so much to see two people whom she held close to her heart try to rip each other's hearts out. I sighed softly and listened again. She must ahve falled asleep.. I got up and walked silently back to my futon. Pulling the covers back over my body, I whispered, "Misao-chan... If only you knew..." I yawned, "... that Aoshi loves you so much..."
*****
On her bed, Okon stirs a bit and then sleeps on.
The wind outside her window rustled the leaves of the trees and a far-away bodiless voice whispers, "Remember..." And then there was silence.
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Misao groggily opened her eyes, and moaned. Her head was spinning and hurting badly. In fact, she was hurting everywhere. She winced and looked around, the smell, the surroundings seemed alien to her: the dim light, the cardiac monitor, the tube.. the pain. Itai... Damn crazy drivers... Her eyes landed on a dark corner and on a sleeping form. She squinted and tried to focus. //Raven hair, strong build... ice blue eyes..// She gasped as she rested painfully back on the pillow. "Aoshi-sama..", she whispered before she sank back in the welcoming warmth of sleep.
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"Aoshi-sama...", I heard her call. I murmured sleepily, "Misao..."
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Authoress' Notes:
I'm already working on chapter 4!^__^ Yippe!^^ Honestly, I feel so... determined to finish this!^___^ I hope you enjoyed this chapter!^__^ It's a tad bit long.. but not long enough to make up for the first 3 chapters I sent.. -.- Geez.. Anyhow, I hope chapter 4 would be long too.. ^^
Authoress' Notes:
Heya minna!^__^ *waves* Finished! Triumph! Success! Yatta!!^___^ *does her jig* Hehe, anyhow, I finished this a long time ago.. But I never got to typing it on my computer.. ^^; Gomen ne! I'm lazy! I can't help it! *gryn*
Disclaimer:
Dun own RK and its characters.. --- Nobuhiro Watsuki
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I walked back and forth in the waiting room, my heart pounding in my head... It's a mystery to me how it went up there... I am just too... worried and anxious to mind anyway.
I looked around the small room, taking in the little details. It was simple, pottet mini palms on either side of two green benches sitting across each other, a famed picture of the founder of the hospital hung on the other awll. The bright lights looked too cheerful.. so unreal..
I stopped in my tracks as the door opened and a doctor stepped in. He looked like he was in his mid thirties. He was in a plain white lab coat with a stethoscope dangling from his neck. I snapped out of my thoughts when he started talking,
"She's got a concussion, but she's stable." He offered me a weary smile. My heart relaxed and stopped pounding and a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Oh thank kami!
"Are you her relative?"
Again, I snapped out of my thoughts, guilty for not paying attention. "Iie," I choked out guiltily, "Iie, I.. She just stopped in the middle of the street and I wasn't able to.. to step on the brakes in time.. so I...." I clumsily trailed off. "Ahh... Sou.. No need to tell me more", the doctor cut in.
"Hmm... Well... I suppose you can come and see her. She's asleep though."
The doctor led me out of the waiting room. I followed close behind him and glanced at the people sitting on benches, some crying, some staring blankly ahead of them; not knowing what to do. Some wandered aimlessly around, feeling hopeless. But there were also some with a glint of hope in their eyes, a small ray of hope that their loved one might live. I tore my eyes away from them as I followed the doctor walk through the sliding door and into a more quiet corridor. We walked a few more doors down until we reached one next to the last. The doctor silently turned the door knob and nudged the door open.. to the room where she was. I was... scared.. guilty and.. relieved at the same time. I turned to the doctor and thanked him, shaking his hand. On his way out, I overheard him mumbling to himself, "Kids.. how irresponsible..."
I sweatdropped inwardly.
My heart wrenched at the sight of her lying down on the hospital bed, a tube in the back of her hand, her face and arms bruised, the dim light making the bruises look deep and big. All of a sudden, my heart started pounding again.. I wanted to get out of here, as far away from her as possible.. to lock her out of my life forever. 'To say I don't love her...', a voice whispered in my head. My eyes widened.
Who was THAT?!... What was that...? I think I'm going insane.. I went to a corner and sat on a chair, facing her frail form.
An angel... an injured angel would be more like it, but an angel nonetheless... An angel... 'Harmed by the devil.' There it goes again! My hands shoot up towards my head, shutting my eyes tight, I let out a shuddering breath. What's wrong with me?! Who are you? What are you? 'I am...' it whispered in my head, 'I am...'
The steady beep of the cardiac monitor brought me back to the hospital room, on the chair in the corner facing her bed. I rested my hand over my eyes and sighed. Just one girl... I never knew she could stir up so much emotions in me. And I don't even know her! 'Misao...' the voice whispered persistently. Misao... Aoshi... Isn't it strange we still have the same name?
Strange, really...
I finally understood who the voice in my head is...
I tried to sense for the voice, but I didn't hear anymore. A sudden thought just struck me, why is Aoshi in my head...? I sank back on the chair in weariness and closed my eyes. What a day...
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"Ano... Is Misao-chan home?" Okon asked, cradling the reciever with her shoulder, worry etched all over her face. "Iie..", Okina replied wearily. "Are you sure she's not at your house, Okon-chan?"
"I-iie, maybe she's staying over at someone's house... Ano... daijoubu, she'll turn up in the mornin, I suppose...", Okon answered at the other end of the line. "I hope so... Well, ja ne, Okon-chan. If you see Misao-cha, tell her I left for a business trip to Hong Kong, that the keys are on the counter. SHe has her own keys so I'll be locking up the house." *click*
Okon sighed and replaced the reciever back on the cradle and turning off the lighs, makes her way to bed. "Oh, Misao-chan," she thought out loud, lying back on her bed, resting her head on the pillow and yawning, "I hop you're alright..." She closed her eyes, sleep spreading over her like a warm blanket.
Outside the wind was howling. Just like a whisper being carried away, "You are still the same..." The wind raged on...
*****
"Wai wai! Okon-neesan, look at this! Look at this!"
I looked up from washing the dishes and gasped at the 5-year-old drenched in mud from head to toe. "Misao-chan! What on earth..-"
"Ne, ne Okon-neesan! Look what I got!", Misao held up a large frog, carefully gripped in her little muddy hands. The look on her face showed pure joy and triumph in capturing the cold-blooded amphibian. My body stood rigid and tense as I stared at the frog. I held my breath and willed myself not so scream. Misao cocked her head to one side and looked at me with a funny look on her face. "Okon-neesan?", she said quietly. "Why won't you pet my kaeru-chan!", she suddenly squealed in delight. I grimaced and let out a whimper, "Misao-chan," My voice trembled. "Onegai.. I.. don't want that thing in the.. kitchen.. Please take it out.." But Misao didn't. Instead, she inched closer to me, thr frog in her muddy hands, its eyes steadily gazing at me. (AN: When you get in a frog's view, its eyes follow you if you inch to the side or up or down. Kakkoi, ne?^-^)
I was backed up against the sink. Misao was looking at me expectantly, grinning. "Okon-neesan? Pet my kaeru-chan!" She giggled.
The frog suddenly croaked and caught a fly with its elastic tongue then started munching it up. That was the last straw, I couldn't hold it in anymore, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!" I screamed. "Onegai! Misao-chan, get that thing away from me!"
"But kaeru-chan likes you!"
"Eeeeeyyyaaaaa!!!"
"What's going on here?"
Misao stopped and looked at the tall figure leaning on the doorframe. "Aoshi-sama! Wai wai! Look what I got!" The teenager with startling blue grey eyes looked down at the smiling 5-year-old. "Hannya and me caught it down the river!" She said with bubbly excitement. She held up the frog for him to see. Aoshi's lips quirked up a bit, "Aa.."
He took the frog from Misao's hands and held it in one of his. "Come on, Misao-chan. Let's return this kaeru back to the river." He knelt down and offered his back to her. "You can sit on my shoulders." Misao eagerly got on his shoulders, grabbing a handful of hair. "Wai wai! I'm ready, Aoshi-sama!" Aoshi nodded and stooped low to pass through the door frame.
I watched as they went out, and overheard Aoshi say, "When we get back, you're going to take a bath, alright?" I smiled a little, hearing Misao's energetic reply. I resumed my washing the dishes, silence filling the air again, save for the clinking of the utensils.
*****
*****
I woke up with a start. Sitting up on my futon, I looked around my room. Seeing that everything is in order, I wonder who or what woke me up in the middle of the night by the looks of things outside my window. The air was crisp and cool, not too hot, not too cold and not too windy. There weren't any sounds from outside that was disturbing, just the slight rustle of the leaves on the trees that were swayed by the cool wind.
I laid back down on my futon, seeing that everything was in order. I was about to drift off to sleep when I heard a sniffle on the other room. Misao... The walls were thin and sound can easily drift through them. I got up and silently crept to the wall and leaned on it. I listened closely and heard her muffled sobs. My heard constricted as I imagined her under the covers of her futon, her shoulder and chest racking with half stiffled sobs, and her face contorted with anguish. Now I know very well that she still hasn't goten over Aoshi. It's been 6 years... since he's been gone and still.. even now that she's 16 years old... she still cries for him. Most especially when.. she found Okina and Aoshi fighting. It really must have pained her so much to see two people whom she held close to her heart try to rip each other's hearts out. I sighed softly and listened again. She must ahve falled asleep.. I got up and walked silently back to my futon. Pulling the covers back over my body, I whispered, "Misao-chan... If only you knew..." I yawned, "... that Aoshi loves you so much..."
*****
On her bed, Okon stirs a bit and then sleeps on.
The wind outside her window rustled the leaves of the trees and a far-away bodiless voice whispers, "Remember..." And then there was silence.
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Misao groggily opened her eyes, and moaned. Her head was spinning and hurting badly. In fact, she was hurting everywhere. She winced and looked around, the smell, the surroundings seemed alien to her: the dim light, the cardiac monitor, the tube.. the pain. Itai... Damn crazy drivers... Her eyes landed on a dark corner and on a sleeping form. She squinted and tried to focus. //Raven hair, strong build... ice blue eyes..// She gasped as she rested painfully back on the pillow. "Aoshi-sama..", she whispered before she sank back in the welcoming warmth of sleep.
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"Aoshi-sama...", I heard her call. I murmured sleepily, "Misao..."
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Authoress' Notes:
I'm already working on chapter 4!^__^ Yippe!^^ Honestly, I feel so... determined to finish this!^___^ I hope you enjoyed this chapter!^__^ It's a tad bit long.. but not long enough to make up for the first 3 chapters I sent.. -.- Geez.. Anyhow, I hope chapter 4 would be long too.. ^^