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"What happened?" Shunsui asked worriedly as he hastily approached a frantic Chojiro pacing nervously outside the emergency room.
"Oh, young master," Chojiro exclaimed. "When I entered his room to bring him a cup of tea last night, I already found him lying on the floor."
"But what did the doctor said?"
"He told me that this is worse that his previous attacks."
Shunsui slumped back on a nearby bench. "Oh, please. I hope he survives this." He bit his lower lip.
Chojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be fine."
"I hope so…"
Ukitake was walking on the streets of the city to find an open job available. He left their home for quite a while now, and yet he was here, still not lucky enough.
He already came across tall buildings and constructions; still, nothing.
He wondered if there was really a place for him in this large area. He sighed and was on his way down the last district when he heard a ball bouncing and a happy childish chuckling nearby. Going towards the source, he found a little boy wearing a close cap, dribbling his yellow ball outside an almost finished building. When Ukitake looked up, he found some metal debris hanging and threatening to fall in any minute. And not only that was the problem. It also seemed that the little kid was alone and no one was watching or guarding him either.
"Man, that sure is dangerous…"
Upon hearing another voice, the brunette kid looked behind himself and found Ukitake standing there. "Hello there! Who are you?" the kid asked fondly.
Ukitake returned the sweet smile and answered, "I'm just someone passing by. Are you alone?"
"Yes, Chojiro was called inside by my father. But he will return soon."
The older man sighed in relief. At least, the boy actually had a company. Though still, he shouldn't be left alone in the middle of the day where bad guys might kidnap him when they had a chance.
"Do you want to play with me, Angel-san?"
"Angel-san?"
The little boy frowned cutely. "Are you not an Angel?" He walked towards Ukitake and eyed him skeptically. "But you have a long white hair, and… and I think you're kind."
Ukitake laughed softly at that. "Sorry to disappoint you, young man, but I'm not." He grabbed a few strand of his hair gently. "My hair turned white when I was as young as you are because of an illness."
The boy gasped. "Are you sick?"
"Yes, but not anymore."
"If you're not an ordinary Angel, then…" The kid's eyes lit up. "You're probably my Guardian Angel!"
Oh well, kids. They easily got influenced with fairytales. "If you think so. Maybe." Knowing that there would be no way to argue with the younger one, Ukitake decided to simply play along.
"So, my guardian Angel, will you play with me?"
The former smiled apologetically on that. "As much as I would love too, I can't. You see, I still have to find a place where I can work for."
The brunette boy was saddened by the rejection. "Oh, I see. But you will next time, right?" he asked hopefully.
"Of course." Ukitake smiled brightly and turned to leave.
The kid watched him walked away, a bit disappointed. But before turning on a corner, he called him out. "You didn't tell me your name, my Guardian Angel!"
Ukitake stopped on his tracks when he saw the kid waving at him and heard him asking his name. "My name is…" A loud sound of creaking metal interrupted him from speaking any further. Ukitake suddenly panicked when the debris he saw hanging lately began falling down towards the poor little boy.
"Little boy, look out!" He shouted on top of his lungs.
"Huh?" Came the boy's confused reply.
Without any hesitation, Ukitake ran towards him and successfully pushing him out of the way. However, Ukitake unluckily got hit by the impact and his body rolled down the nearby cement pit without somebody to witness. No one besides the kid who saw it all happened.
The workers in-charged on the highest floor went down to check on the commotion, and they found the little kid in the scene of the incident.
"Are you alright, kid?" A frantic voice of a worker asked.
"Are you hit?"
"Something hurt?"
Despite of the concerned questions, the brunette boy ignored them all as if he heard nothing. He just sat there, wide-eyed on what he saw. "Angel-san fell! Help him!" He told them instead, earning him confused looks of the construction workers.
"Young Master!" Chojiro scurried towards the kid. "What happened to you?"
"Chojiro! My Guardian Angel fell right there! You have to help him! He saved me!" The boy tugged harshly on his butler's pants.
"Young Master, please don't say such things. You're making us worried!"
The little brunette boy sniffed, tears fell right from his watery gray eyes. "You have to help him… Or else he will die…" He continued to mourn over.
"Young Master… Young Master…"
Shunsui groaned when he was woken up. "What is it, Chojiro? Did Yama-jii already wake up?"
"Not yet, but he's stable now." When the brunette's vision had cleared, Chojiro showed him the room number. "I had wakened you so that I could leave." He paused. "I have to get something important for him just in case he got back his consciousness."
Shunsui frowned questioningly. "What would be that?"
"His diary. He always wanted it with him."
"Well, I could get that myself," the brunette offered. "Is it in his bedroom?"
A nod.
"Alright, got it."
Shunsui didn't waste time anymore. He went back to their mansion as fast as he could. The sooner, the better.
Turning the door knob of the wooden door on the last row of the maids' room, he quickly made his way inside and closing the door with a soft thud behind him.
Like the other maids' room, there was no difference with this one. Large enough for a single bed, a closet, and a desk to occupy. It may be small compared to each the whole family's bedrooms, but Shunsui remembered the time when he used to sneak here and sleep with Yamamoto when the brunette felt scared and unable to sleep or when he thought thunders might get inside his own bedroom.
He chuckled slightly at the memory. "Oh well, kids."
Lifting some pillows and blankets, Shunsui found instantly what he was looking for. It was a worn leathered diary probably much older than him. The leaves were brown, and some passages were unreadable, but Yamamoto kept on insisting to keep and write on it.
Shunsui also dug the desk for a pen and was on his way to leave when something fell from the old diary. A picture, but its back was faced downed when it fell so he couldn't see who was in it. He picked it and read something on the back.
"My Son and I," he read to himself.
Before tucking it back, Shunsui decided to take a peek on it. But what he saw was the least thing he was expecting to see. Beside Yamamoto was a young man who was in his 20's with a long white hair and a pretty face who looks very much like somebody he knew too well—Jushiro.
Yep, everything's fast in this story because school is getting near and I wouldn't have time anymore afterwards.
