A/N: This is going to be my second attempt for an OT5 but this will be on a different plane compared to Simple Joys. You may have noticed (and surprisingly, me too) that I seem to have an affinity to angst. This story is full of angst…I'll fill it to the brim. Kidding. But I do love making my readers cry. Haha! But kidding aside, I kinda like the feeling that I move people's emotions with my words. I hope I would be able to do the same with this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own POT, or the Korean show where I got the idea and the songs…if by heaven's grace it will turn out to be a song fic.
Parings: OT5, implied FujiRyoga (past) and a whole lot more
PS: "" for dialogs, '' for thoughts, italics for flashback, () for text messages.
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Ryoma felt the faint rays of the sun kissed his eyelids. With eyes still closed, he slowly drifted back to reality as familiar sore and aches triggered his memory of a passion-filled night, writhing helplessly under not one but four individuals.
Finally feeling consciousness return to him, he slowly opened his eyes...only to be greeted by an intense, skull-splitting pain.
'Damn it!' His initial reaction was to close his eyes again, bit his lips hard to suppress a pained whimper. To add to his torment, more memories of last night came to him. He even remembered reminding each one of them to do it slow but then again, a five-year abstinence from the decadence named Ryoma is much stronger than his whispered pleas.
'This is so bad...shit!' He opened his eyes again, not caring if his vision seemed a bit blurred as he scrambled to free his self from the tangle of limbs and into the floor, still writhing in pain.
"Oh god..." Ryoma groaned as he clutched his head. Tears were freely flowing down his cheeks as the pain seemed to intensify. 'I'mgoingtodieI'mgoingtodieI'mgoingtodie!' His mind was racing a mile a minute as every pain receptor in his brain became stimulated. He started to bang his head on the carpeted floor, as if trying to null the pain. "N-no...!"
The sudden movements and sounds instantly woke Sanada, being a light sleeper, and his instincts warned him of something bad. He blinked a couple of times, barely making out the sounds of whimpers that echoed inside their room.
'What's going on?' He mused. He turned to the middle of their bed, which was supposed to be occupied by Ryoma, only to find it empty. 'He left?' His heart sank at the thought. 'No he couldn't just walk right out after that.' He told his self.
"Oh God...no..."
Soft sobs finally reached his ear and out of curiosity, he gently untangled his body from Atobe and slipped off the bed. 'The sobs are coming from somewhere near.' He mused as he padded towards the bathroom.
"Oh s-shit..."
Empty. He went back to their bedroom, only to find Tezuka stirring from his slumber. "Gen, who's crying?" He softly asked as his blurry eyes, tried to seek out Sanada's frame. The man handed him his glasses.
"I'm trying to find out myself and Ryoma's gone too." He said. The words made the other man sit up abruptly, not caring if he brushed against Atobe roughly.
"No way."
"Be quiet!" Atobe muttered against the pillow, still trying to get back to his beauty sleep.
The sobs seemed to have died down and the more it bothered Sanada. He walked to the other side of bed then froze to find the golden-eyed man, still naked, writhing on the floor with his face contorted in intense pain.
"RYOMA!!!"
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Ohtori woke up abruptly, panting and sweating profusely. Beside him was his lover, still asleep. He placed a hand over his heart, feeling as it raced frantically, almost wanting to jump out of his chest.
'What was that?' He swallowed hard as he silently reached for his cell phone. 'Why do I have a sudden inclination to call Ryoma?' He looked at his phone, gazing at it intently, gripped in his trembling fingers.
Without second thoughts, he dialed his best friend's number.
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Fuji woke up in a start when Sanada screamed. He sat up; eyes flew open, revealing those sapphire orbs.
"What's happening?' He heard Atobe groaned from his position on the bed. Fuji ignored him and turned to his side, only to see Sanada on the floor with their still-naked Ryoma. The door was wide-open, leaving Tezuka as the absentee.
"Ryoma, please tell me what's happening!" Sanada's hysterical rants alarmed him.
"Gen, what's going on?" Fuji asked, still not getting the situation. Sanada didn't reply but he instead took Ryoma in his arms and carried him to bed. The raven-haired man seemed to be sleeping.
"Wake Keigo up then get dressed." His hands were shaking as he hastily put on some clothes on their youngest lover. "Just hurry."
Fuji gaped at him. "I don't under--"
"JUST FUCKING MOVE ALREADY!!!" Sanada screamed at him, with tears flowing down his cheeks relentlessly. "Please!"
The sight of the distressed man and the unconscious Ryoma compelled him to shake Atobe vigorously. "Keigo! Wake up! Something happened to Ryo!!!!"
Tezuka stormed back inside the room, looking panic-stricken for the first time in his life just as Atobe sat up. "I got the car ready."
"Let's get him to the hospital."
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Ryoma fought back the dark haze that was before his eyes but it wouldn't disappear. The pain stopped...the throbbing ceased. He felt like he's floating...weightless
'Am I dead?' He turned to take in his surrounding but everything's black...endless.
'Is this the end?'
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Ohtori slumped back on the bed, sighing in defeat. He gripped his phone tightly. He tried calling...but his unit was out of coverage.
A hand shot up and gently gripped his arm. "Chouta-kun, what's wrong?" A pair of sleepy sapphire orbs gaze up at him in concern.
Ohtori sighed. "I have this bad feeling in my chest. I tried calling Ryo but his phone is off."
Niou sat up, bothered by his lover's distress. "Have you tried calling the apartment?" The other man just nodded sadly. "He'll be alright."
"I know, but..." Ohtori bit his lip. 'I can't help but feel like he needs me right now.'
Silence reigned in the room. Both were trying to find the right words to say to each other when Ohtori's phone rang again.
"Hello?" He could still his heartbeat pulsing in his ear.
"Ohtori, please come to here right now." Came Oishi's panic-stricken voice.
"Something bad happened to Ryoma and I need you here as his legally authorized representative."
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Oishi gripped his phone tightly as he watched Ryoma's body being wheeled inside the CT-scan room. He could feel his throat constricting but he did his best to contain his emotions.
"Yes, Yukimura already took over but in case of any procedure that needs to be done immediately, I need you here to sign the consent forms." His lips trembled as he spoke. His eyes darted from the room where Ryoma disappeared to the four culprits sitting dejectedly on the waiting lounge.
"Thank you." He slid his phone back into his coat pocket before he marched towards the four. 'You can do this, Syuichiroh.' He took a deep breath.
"Oishi." Tezuka muttered the moment the green-eyed doctor stood next to him. "What's--"
Oishi's eyes flashed in anger. "Follow me into the office."
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Nanjiroh paced the expanse of his office repeatedly; anxious of something he couldn't even explain.
" Nanjiroh? What's wrong?" Rinko asked who came in with a mug of coffee.
Nanjiroh sighed. "I don't know. I feel restless but I don't know why." He sighed before pacing again.
"I think coffee's not the best drink for you right now." Rinko smiled at him. "If you're worried about Ryoga, he's fine. He came home drunk last night but he's totally fine this morning."
Nanjiroh just stared at her. "It's not about Ryoga."
Rinko went to him and gently massaged his tensed back. "Then what is it?" She asked gently.
He just shrugged and took his phone. He was browsing through his phonebook when an image of Ryoma flashed in his mind.
"Ryuzaki-kun."
Rinko felt as if someone's fist rammed into her chest. "What did you say?"
Nanjiroh turned to face her, a dangerous, gloomy aura enveloping him. "I need to see Ryuzaki-kun."
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The moment Oishi closed the door behind him, he let everything go. The anger, the frustration towards them, the situation they are in that he kept inside his heart for three long years burst out of his chest like water rushing out of a dam.
"I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" Oishi glared at them, hands shaking uncontrollably.
Fuji gaped at his friend's outburst. "Oishi--"
The doctor was nowhere near calm. He rushed towards the first person he could grab and it was Tezuka. He clenched his shirt tight as he shook in the bespectacled man roughly.
"I told you, the very day you returned, to stay away from him! Look what happened now!!"
After getting over his initial shock, Tezuka pried himself from Oishi's grip. "Yes you did Oishi but how are we supposed to do that when you're all trying to keep us in the dark?!" He yelled back, his composure forgotten. Last night they were in heaven...the next morning they woke up in a seemingly one-way trip to hell and he still doesn't understand a thing.
Fuji was crying now, trying to hold Tezuka from mauling the doctor. "Oishi, why are you doing this? You know that we never wanted to hurt him."
Oishi scoffed. "Don't put up such an act Syusuke. You left him. He had no one to turn to and that is why you do not have a single right to march back into his life!"
Atobe couldn't take it anymore. He could waive off his disturbed slumber but to receive this open verbal attack from the man, it was too much.
"Then why are you trying to keep us from correcting the mistakes we have made?!" He demanded. "We admit that we're the jerks in this relationship but you also do not have the right to act like God and decide whether we deserve forgiveness or not!"
A hand shot up and grabbed his arm. It was Sanada who was again, shedding his silent tears.
"We don't have time for this." He told them. "Ryoma needs us now." He gazed back to Oishi. "As what Keigo had said, you do not have the right to stop us. You cannot keep a repentant heart away."
Oishi's anger flared up. "You're not going anywhere near him!"
"And who are you to stop us?" Tezuka asked. "We may be comrades before but I swear to God if you block that door, I will shred you apart!"
The door swung open and in came a grim-looking Yukimura.
"If you're quite through with your tantrum, Oishi, I would like to speak with you regarding my patient's condition." He then gazed at the four of them. "And to answer that question Tezuka, we have every right to keep you away from our patient if we believe that you will only aggravate his condition."
Like snapping out of a daze, Fuji grabbed the teal-haired doctor, desperation shining in his eyes. "Yukimura, please tell me what happened to Ryoma."
"Don't!" Oishi told him. "Remember what you promised to him."
Yukimura took a few seconds to gather his thoughts. "I can't, Fuji."
"But why?" Atobe demanded. The thought of something bad happening to his beloved but not exactly knowing it, scared him the most. "Why are you doing this?"
Yukimura sighed. "Simply because you're not his legal representatives. If you could present me the documents, I would gladly discuss with you your former lover's condition." He gently pried his arm from Fuji's grip before turning to Oishi.
"Doctor, I believe we're in a mission to save a life?" With this, he grabbed Oishi's arm and led him outside.
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Ohtori sprinted all the way to Ryoma's room where in he saw his friend, still unconscious with and EEG machine and an oxygen tank connected to his body. Seeing Ryoma like this, too vulnerable for the man's character squeezed his heart.
"Oh god no." His lips quivered as the tears fells down his cheeks. He stumbled towards the bed and gripped his limp hand tightly in his own. "Please...this is not happening."
'Don't leave me...don't die yet, Ryoma!'
"He's not in a very critical stage anymore, Ohtori-kun." Yukimura's voice came to his ear. He ignored the footsteps as they approached. All his senses, his entire being was focused on the man on the bed. "There is just a sudden increase in the intracranial pressure in his head and the bullet shifted in position."
"What?" Ohtori's head snapped towards hi direction. "But that is impossible. Ryoma's been avoiding--"
Yukimura smiled bitterly as he sat down on the bed. "He apparently had been having sex all night with his ex-boyfriends." he smirked. "I could only imagine how that went."
Ohtori gaped at the doctor. "Oh no..."
"I'm sorry, Ohtori-kun but I can't go one like this. It's like I have him but not completely." Kirihara averted his gaze.
"It's just sex Kirihara!" Ohtori cried in exasperation. "It's not like you're going to die without it! You know very much--"
"I know ok?!" Kirihira suddenly cried. "But what am I supposed to do? I can be with him but not touch him! Can you imagine how--"
"Then leave him then!" Ohtori shot back. "If you can't love him in his sickness, then you do not deserve to be with him, ever!"
He closed his eyes at the memory. 'This is so not happening.'
"There had been an onset of edema formation inside his brain." Yukimura brought him back to reality. "It was very fortunate enough that they were still in the right state of mind and were able to bring him here as soon as possible. Under Oishi's orders, he's given a diuretic drug to drain out the excess fluids and lessen the pressure that's pushing the bullet further into his head."
Ohtori realized that he let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding back. "Oh really? Great! When will he wake up?"
Yukimura frowned a bit. "We don't know that yet but his EEG seemed good." He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your mission right now is to convince him to stay here and submit to the operation. After what happened, no one can tell when will be the next attack."
He stood up and studied the man's room. 'It's been quite a while since he last occupied this room.' He shook his head to relieve himself of the sad memories of the past. "This is the last of the three-year mark Doctor Oshitari gave him. If the pressure from the bullet doesn't kill him, the neurotoxins from it will."
Ohtori nodded solemnly before shifting his gaze back to his friend. 'Hang in there, buddy. You'll be fine.' He gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
"You must."
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They had been quiet ever since Yukimura and Oishi left them. Fuji was in Atobe's arms, still sobbing his heart out while the obsidian-eyed man held him tight, unable to find the words of comfort he needed.
Sanada was seat on top of the table, absent-mindedly fiddling with the ornaments on top of it. He's trying to divert his thoughts, not wanting to believe that they indeed endangered Ryoma's life.
'I'm sorry Ryoma.' Sanada bit his lip. 'I hurt you again. I'm sorry.' he turned to look at his bespectacled lover who was slumped in the sofa, one arm over his eyes. 'I wonder what's Mitsu thinking.' he sighed and turned his gaze to his two other lovers, still hunched in a chair, comforting each other.
"Just promise me one thing, Gen." He cast his eyes downward. "Please don't tell the others about what happened. I don't want them to worry over unnecessary things." With a sad smile, he looked up again to meet Sanada's gaze.
"Will you make this our little secret?" Golden eyes almost shimmered under the dimming world. Looking into those golden orbs made Sanada's heart race. "Please?"
He closed his eyes tight. 'Was I wrong to believe that he's fine? Should I have taken that situation seriously?'
"I-I want t-to see him." Fuji's choked sobs shattered the fragile silence. "I don't care how we do it but I want to see Ryoma."
Atobe placed a gentle kiss on his temple. "We'll find a way Syusuke. Not even Oishi nor Yukimura will be able to stop us from doing that."
A loud crash made them jolt. the turned to the source of sound and saw Tezuka, still seated on the sofa, with his knuckled turning white still kicking the side table.
"Mitsu!"
"Damn it!!!" Tezuka cried, unable to control his anger anymore. "If we're not getting anything from here, we might as well find it ourselves!"
Sanada grasped his hand. "What are you talking about, Mitsu?" he tightened his grip on the man.
"We're going to Akita this instant and meet with Shishido." Tezuka to face his three lovers, a certain fire burning in his eyes. "I'm not going to stand here and wait stupidly for heaven to crash upon us and give us something."
The thought about his words, weighing their options.
"We will." Atobe said. "But we'll visit Ryoma first."
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Ryoga left early that morning, wanting to get rid of his hangover by doing light activities. He chose walking, as it calms his body and his mind so he could think clearly.
He unknowingly passed by Ryoma's apartment. He doesn't know that the other golden-eyed man lived here but he recognized Niou who was closing the door.
"Niou-kun!" he called out. The platinum-haired model looked up and saw him waving by the gate.
'Oh-uh...' Niou sweat-dropped. "What do you want?" he muttered coldly, gripping the bag star tight. Ohtori had asked him to bring some of Ryoma's clothes to the hospital.
Ryoga waited for the man to get to him. "Is this where you live?" he asked.
"No." Niou answered. "I'm just running some errands." he shifted his weight from one foot to another. 'Would you get the hell out of my face to I can leave?'
Ryoga noticed the man's obvious distress. "Oh ok. I'm sorry I bothered you." he walked off, pretending to be preoccupied with his self.
Niou let out a sigh of relief before he hailed a taxi and jumped in. " Moritaka General Hospital please."
Ryoga turned to the next street, noticing that a cap sped by. He craned his neck and saw Niou in it. "You're so suspicious Niou-kun." He smirked before he hailed another taxi.
"Please follow that cab."
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"He's asleep." Ohtori muttered when he opened a door and it revealed Ryoma's four exes'.
"We know." Sanada smiled sadly." We just want to see him. We promise we won't do anything that would harm him."
"We're leaving." Tezuka muttered. "We just want to see him before we do."
Ohtori studied their depressed faces and sighed. "fine." he stepped out of the way and let them in. "it won't do you any good. Yukimura-san said that he'll be out for a few more hours."
The men ignored him and just went straight to Ryoma's bed. Ohtori chose that moment to step out of the room to give them some time.
Fuji reached out and gently brushed off the stubborn locks that covered Ryoma's eyes. "We're very sorry, love. We didn't know..." a fresh batch of tears threatened to escape his eyes.
Atobe took his free hand and held it tight in his own. "We'll do anything to make it up to you. Just don't leave us just yet." a firm hand grasped his shoulders. He looked up and saw Tezuka, tears falling silently down his cheeks. "Mitsu..."
"Don't say that." Tezuka's lips quivered. "Our Ryoma is much stronger than that; he wouldn't permit failure." he closed his eyes. 'He wouldn't give up so easily.'
Sanada chose to keep his mouth shut. He just studied Ryoma intently. Every detail of his lover's sleeping form; he took in; from the machines attached to him to the every single movement he made. He counted a full minute to make sure he's breathing evenly.
'He's still fighting.' a small smile grazed his lips. 'Thank you Ryoma. You're giving me something to hold on to.'
Tezuka leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Sleep well, love."
The door opened and in came Ohtori.
"I'm sorry. Please do go on." Ohtori smiled shyly. "It's just that Oishi-san might get suspicious if he sees me outside."
"Ohtori-kun." Fuji muttered, still not taking his eyes off Ryoma. "Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to shun us away from Ryoma's life?" hurt...accusing...that was his tone. It's just that everything's too much for him to handle right now.
Ohtori sighed and sat on a chair. "It wasn't us. If there's anyone responsible for this, it is Ryoma. He made us promise to never tell you guys about what happened."
They all stared at the man.
"Ryo would--"
"Ryo was hurt...Ryo was abandoned...Ryoma was alone." Ohtori crossed his legs and clasped his hands together. "That was everything that everyone needed to know to protect him like this."
"and you have to bear in mind that you're the one who hurt him...abandoned him...left him on his own." a sad smile. "You should know that after you left, it was a struggle for him to stand on his own. He was accustomed to a life with you guys."
"It was like he's whole life was shattered when you packed your bags and disappeared."
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He lost Niou but he got the room number he was visiting anyways. He wasted no time as he walked through the halls of the hospital which he'd been very familiar with.
'It was here that I got my first heart.' he mused as he searched for the numbered room.
"Aha!" he smiled triumphantly as he stood before Ryoma's door.
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"It's a bit selfish for him, for us to do it to you, right?" Ohtori stood up and sat on the near, near Ryoma's head. "I guess he deserved an opportunity to selfish after all that he has given up in life."
"You mean how he quit tennis?" Tezuka asked. "Are you trying to tell us that he quit tennis before we broke up?"
"No." Ohtori shook his head. "In fact, Ryoma immersed into a training regimen so intense just to forget what you guys did."
"Then why did he quit?" Atobe asked. "We were expecting to see his name on top of the tennis hierarchy."
"Things happened." Ohtori shrugged. "Ryoma even tried to get involved in another relationship."
"what?!" all four of them were flabbergasted. Everyone should know that Ryoma's off-limits...even if they broke up.
"But Kirihara left him too." Ohtori gently caressed Ryoma's silky locks. "No tennis, no sex life, no boyfriend...sucks to be him, right?"
He looked up to meet their gazes. "But no matter how his life sucked, we want him to stay alive...because he made life possible for so many people."
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Ryoga had heard enough. Not but anger...anger towards Ryoma who managed to forget his Fuji and get on with another relationship clouded his brain.
"Damn you!" He muttered under his breath. " He used me all those years and yet you were here..." he paused to take a deep breath." Damn you!"
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"No one seems to be home, Nanjiroh." Rinko muttered as they drove outside Ryoma's apartment.
Nanjiroh ignored her and got out of the car. He went to the gate, noticing it was locked. He looked over to Ryoma's house and sighed.
'Ryuzaki-kun...what happened to you?' he frowned. 'Why are you affecting me like this?'
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Fuji sighed as he climbed up the stairs and into Atobe's personal jet. He sat beside Tezuka and held his hand tightly.
"We can do this, Mitsu." he smiled up at him. He then turned to Atobe and Sanada. "We'll change everything. We'll show these people that we will never leave Ryoma again."
"Whatever sickness he may have, we'll take care of him and nurse him back to health." Sapphire orbs shimmered. "We'll grow old together and even if we're grey and balding, we'll still look at each other and still be in love..."
"Until we die."
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Ryoma woke up to the smell of disinfectant. He grimaced. The last thing that he could remember was waking up in Atobe's bed and now he's in a hospital.
"G-great...j-just great."
"I see you're still a brat."
He gently pried his eyes open, taking in a few seconds to accustom his sight into the light in the room. The next thing he noticed was he throat felt very dry. He glanced to his side and saw Niou standing over him. He smiled at him and tried to speak.
"Don't...I know you feel dehydrated." Niou turned to pour him a glass of water. "Choutarou told me that they had to drain you to keep you from falling into coma."
Ryoma just listened to him while he tested the strength of his feet and arms. Golden orbs looked up to him adorably.
"I told you." Niou sighed and raised the head of his bed. "here." he held the glass to his lips, letting the man slowly drink the precious liquid.
"Ma-Masaharu."
Niou laid the glass on his bedside table and fixed his blanket over him. "Rest up."
"Ch-Choutarou?" Ryoma felt stupid, speaking like this. He felt useless.
"He's getting us food." Niou smiled at him gently. "And taking care of your bills."
Ryoma's smile widened. 'Oh Choutarou. You're the best.'
"He's your best friend after all. He knew better than to let you stay here and get cranky." Niou reached out and ruffled his hair playfully. By doing so, he saw the small thin scar that was a reminder of the man's grave past.
"Thank you, Masaharu." Ryoma was finally able to find enough coherence to say it. Then something came to his head. "Where are Kunimitsu and the others?"
Niou's found his smile faltering at his question. "They left yesterday. After staying a few hours here, they left."
Ryoma couldn't help but frown. 'They left me again?'
"Well...Oishi made them."
Ryoma sighed. "Syuichiroh-san is such a worrywart."
"Everyone's a worrywart when it comes to you, brat."
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Ryoga composed his thoughts while passed time in the hospital lounge. 'I won't let him dot his to Syusuke.'
He gritted his teeth. 'The nerve of that guy! Syusuke...he loved him so much and this is what he does to repay him?'
"I'm not doing this because you're sick. I'm really sorry Ryoga but I just can't force myself to keep on making you believe that I'm totally committed into this relationship."
Golden-eyes gleamed in determination. "I won't let my sacrifice be put to waste. I won't allow you to continue hurting my Syusuke, Ryuzaki Ryoma."
"I will have none of it."
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It took him a few hours to be able to walk around and declare that he was good as new. He allowed Niou to leave and look for his lover so that they could go home while he packed his bag.
"I'm telling you this, Ryuzaki-kun, not because I want to scare you." the elderly man frowned. "This is the only chance you have to a longer life."
Golden eyes blinked back the apprehension. "But you're telling me also that this might not succeed at all, right?"
The man sighed. "It's a risk--"
"Then it's a risk I'm willing to forego, Doctor Oshitari." Ryoma smiled sadly. "As you can see, I'm on my own now. If you take whatever is left with me, I don't think if I'd have the will to live longer."
Ryoma sighed and sat back on his bed. Three years...and it's all coming to an end. He grabbed his phone, still no call nor a small message from his four lovers.
"I guess they finally had the since of decency to realize that we can't be together ever again." a sad melancholic smile grazed his lips. "I'm sorry guys..."
There was a knock on the door. Ryoma composed his self.
"Come in."
To his surprise, a stoic-looking Ryoga went in. 'what's he doing here?' it was the first question that popped in his head.
"I see you're doing well." Ryoga started.
Ryoma shrugged. "Nothing to fuss over, Echizen. What do you want from me?" he sat back on the bed and studied the profile of his brother.
"Nothing much." Ryoga gritted his teeth. 'This is it.' he closed his eyes for a moment, by the time he opened them; he also let out all the anger in his heart.
"I'm just here to tell you what a selfish, self-centered person you are."
Ryoma gaped at him. It took him a few seconds for his words to stick to him. "What the hell did you just say?!"
Ryoga was already shaking in anger. "You are selfish! That is was what I said. Syusuke had been like a fool for two years, imagining you in my stead and in stead you're pushing him away!" he clenched his fists tight.
"how dare you hurt the one person I love the most?!"
Ryoma's icy glare slashed through his soul. It seemed like the temperature inside the room dropped drastically.
"Selfish? You're calling me selfish?" He advanced slowly towards Ryoga who was rooted on the spot. "You might be mistaken Ryoga. It is you who has taken almost everything from me and you will be taking more in the future and now tell me who between the two of us IS FUCKING SELFISH?!"
Ryoma forgot that he's supposed to be sick...that he's not supposed to be stressed out like this. The anger towards his family, towards his brother that he had long kept inside his heart poured out like molten lava.
"You don't have any idea of what kind of hell I had been through!" Ryoma yelled. "I was I who had been sacrificing from the very start! It was I who was always left behind! I had never tried holding on to someone just because I love them! I never--"
"What's going on?" Ohtori burst into the room, looking Ryoma then to Ryoga.
Ryoma took deep breaths to calm his self down. "You know nothing about me so you do not have even the tiniest right to call me selfish and self-centered." tears welled up in his eyes.
Ryoga froze. Seeing this man lash out on him then looking so forlorn made something tug inside his heart. It swelled with unexplained longing for the man. 'Why?'
"Get out!" Ryoma screamed, losing all control. "Get out of my sight!"
Ohtori snapped from his daze and grabbed Ryoga. "Please leave now. Don't do this to him." he muttered to the man before pushing him out of the room and slamming the door to his face. 'Don't do this to your brother.'
He turned to Ryoma who was crouched down, hugging his knees while sobbing his heart out.
"Ryoma..."
"H-how dare he? h-how dare he t-talk to me like that w-when I'm t-the one trying to save his life?!"
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The limo stopped in front of a traditional-looking onsen and four handsome men stepped out of it.
"Here we are..." Sanada took a deep breath as he studied the letters on the store label.
"It's time to pay an old friend a visit." Atobe smirked as he pulled his lovers into the onsen.
"I thought you'd never come."
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A/N: wow...that was...I don't know. I hate this! I did this in the midst of a pending nursing care plan that I need to pass tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!! Argh!!!!!! So that would be the reason for the sloppy editing of this chapter. Gomen!
To 1xmocha: remember this?
to everyone: next chapter will be the only song-themed chapter in this story and I intend...or will try to squeeze the tears out of your tear ducts...so hang on ne?
...though I'm not so sure if I can do it. heehee...
NOTES:
Edema: swelling caused by a shift of fluid from the veins and arteries into the spaces between the cells.
Diuretic: a drug that promotes diuresis or urination
EEG: Electro-encephalogram…reads brainwaves
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