Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. No real humans were harmed in the making of it. I don't own the characters used in this written piece. I own nothing, actually. I am just another bum.
Warning: I'm gomen. I'm very gomen.
Sonata of Life.
"So where are we going now? You shouldn't skip school, but the way. Tezuka will give you laps." Fuji floated right behind his kouhai, smiling to himself.
He hadn't talked about the condition of Ryoma's household anymore; Fuji understood that it wouldn't be the right thing to do right now. When Ryoma left he had only managed to spot Nana, Ryoma's dad was nowhere to be seen. But sadly, it was for the best that that man stayed out of the house.
Ryoma sighed. He ran a hand though his messy hair and then mumbled under his nose, "To see my mom."
Fuji stopped floating and simply stared at Ryoma's slowly retreating back. The boy had said yesterday that his mother was still in a coma, sleeping soundly, blissfully ignorant to the never-sleeping world around her. Sure, she was still alive but… coma was more frightening that death, Fuji thought.
The ghost quickly caught up with the short first-year and smiled to himself a little. Ryoma truly was a strong kid. Fuji raised one of his hands in front of himself, earning a weird look from Ryoma, and hmm-ed to himself. He then slowly reached out towards Ryoma, the boy now looking as if he wanted to run away, and gently placed it on the boy's head.
Strangely enough, Fuji could actually feel the softness of the teen's hair, he could touch it. Ryoma stopped, frozen on the spot and widened his eyes, emotions that Fuji couldn't decipher mirrored in those golden-tinted eyes.
"Sempai… h-how?" Ryoma stuttered, swallowing his saliva, "I-I mean, you're.. you know, dead." Though, he didn't look scared as he asked this, only slightly surprised.
Fuji hummed again, ruffling those green-tinted locks, "Well, I would guess that we have a deep emotional bond, or something like that? I don't know really. Just though it might work and it did, ne?" he smiled at his kohai's doubting look and then floated away, his hand pulling out of Ryoma's hair, "Better start moving again Echizen, people are starting to stare."
The rest of the walk to the hospital was spent in silence, no touches, not comments or questions. Only the buzz of the people around them filled the silence between the two – a human and a ghost. But Fuji didn't mind; he had other things to think about, other unanswered questions to answer. He could touch Ryoma - that was all that mattered for now.
Fuji decided to fly around and let Ryoma have his alone time with his mother. The boy loved her, the ghost could see that, so it would be for the best that they had some alone time. Ryoma could be sitting there silently and only looking at her, or telling her everything that had happened to him since the last visit, probably including Fuji being here in his ghostly form.
The ghost sighed and sat on the edge of the hospital's roof. "Why can I touch him? Because I really wanted to…" electric blue looked up at the sky and watched the occasional clouds passing by. "A ghost huh?"
He then looked down, watching the patients walking around the hospital garden, wondering about why he even became a ghost in the first place. He had no regrets, no unfulfilled desires that could be the reason, no one that he loved and wished to be with for a little longer. Nothing. So why, why was he here now?
Was it to help Ryoma maybe? The boy was in a pretty tough situation now.
"Haha, I'm a ghost, what help can I give?" Fuji sighed and ruffled his hair. This was hurting his head a little.
When Ryoma came out his eyes were a little red, but Fuji said nothing. Ryoma was wearing the hood of his hoodie over his eyes now; he said nothing and just walked straight out of the hospital. Fuji just floated next to him and looked straight ahead.
The ghost turned around, facing the hospital now, "You know, Echizen, I might be here to help you out. But I still don't know how or if it's really the reason I'm a ghost now." He glanced at the boy next to him, only to find those golden eyes on him.
"Shouldn't I be helping you, senpai?" Ryoma asked back, his eyes now looking forward again, "They say people turn into ghosts when they have regrets and unfinished business here."
"Maybe you're my regret. Haven't you thought about it – why can you see me?" Fuji smiled, "But this is also just a possibility."
None of the two said anything after that, they just moved forward quietly, only the rush from the others around them once again enveloped them. Maybe Fuji' words had shocked the freshman, so he refused to talk? It was too soon, probably.
Ryoma stopped but the streetlight, the red light was shining. "I don't think it has anything that you have left to regret sempai." He then said, catching Fuji off-guard, "It's probably my fault you're here."
A/N: Here you go. And, I'm gomen.