Suffer so alone part 5

Thankyou so much to everyone that reviewed my story, I kind of thought everyone who cared about this series would have either forgotten about it or moved on. But no, I was proved wrong! You are still out there, and I thank you so much for your patience on the last part. Here is part 5, which I started the day I finished part 4. And it took me over a month to finish. Eeghh I am so sorry. Anyway, in part 4 Tai came to his senses and realised what he had done to Koushiro, and had gone over to try and make amends. He found him in the bathroom....

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any characters, but I do own this fic.

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Suffer so alone part 5

Tai stepped back in fear, hoping that the liquid on his fingers wasn't what he thought it was. His hand swiped blindly for the light switch, and finding it, pushed it down. The room was flooded in strobe light, and the sight that met Tai's eyes in the brief illumination stopped his heart. His mind refused to register what it had seen, racing with a million thoughts, hopes and shocks as his worst fears were shoved at him in millisecond time lengths...

The light finally stopped flickering, and cast the room with a permanent cold, sterile light. The sight that met Tai's eyes hit him like a sledgehammer.

"Wh..wh...w...what...."

He could not believe he was seeing the sight in front of him. He stared down at the floor next to the basin fitment.

The sight that greeted him was one that would remain in his mind as long as he lived. The human brain finds it impossible to forget a sight which is so horrific that all thinking ceases momentarily, and only its primitive side, which is devoid of emotion still functions. Tai did not register what he saw for several seconds....

Koushiro lay in a crumpled lump next to the basin fitment, his body limp and dark. His crushed face was deformed of its shape slightly as it lay heavily on the cold tiled floor, its deep purple bruising contrasting heavily with its white finish. His left eye lay swollen, bruised and rendered ineffective by his position, and his right was barely open, and looked out blankly at Tai with a soulless, glazed view. His sodden clothing scarcely resembled the schools uniform, with its shirt unbuttoned and torn, and pants wet and crushed. But that sight was only part of the image which hit Tai. Koushiro's mangled body lay in a wet crumpled heap on the cold tile, looking barely alive, but the shock to Tai was the blood. Koushiro lay where he had fallen, surrounded by a slick of dark brown and slightly clotted blood. As Tai's eyes took in the scene, they travelled over the slick, to where it had welled from. Koushiros right arm lay cast out from his body, its pale white skin perfect, except for his wrist. A long, deep cut cut its way harshly across the smooth surface, its upper edge ragged with dried blood, its lower edge still punctuated with a slow stream of bright red, which lay pooling next to his waist. His left arm lay down across the floor, so no cut was visible, but it was obvious it had undergone the same treatment.

The scene did not register entirely with Tai. Later, at the hospital, he couldn't recollect the call to the ambulance, the ride to the hospital, or what he had done when they had arrived. He sat silently, staring at the white wall of the hospital waiting room, the stunned look still imprinted on his face, his hands twitching slightly, his mind blank of all reason.

"Tai, Tai honey? Oh god, Tai.."

His mother hurried over to where he was, her face showing her disbelief at what the nurse who had contacted her had said, and her relief that Tai was all right.

"Wh...wha..mo..mom" Tai whispered, shifting his line of sight to her, but still staring in total shock.

"Oh god Tai..i don't...oh god" His mother broke down slightly, then fell forward and hugged him tightly.

His mothers comforting presence broke the ice which was encasing his emotions and understanding of what had happened. The events began to dawn on him, and soon he broke down, letting his emotions run. He wrapped his arms around his mother and began to sob as it sank in.

Kari and his father looked on in stunned silence, the shock of what had happened plainly showing on their faces.

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Koujiro Izumi looked down at the pained face of his sleeping wife. He held her body in his arms passively, still reeling from the shock of the phonecall.

He had been typing a report in his hotel room when the phone rung.

"Am I speaking to Mr Koujiro Izumi?" A sombre voice had asked.

"Yes"

"Mr Izumi I have some bad news.....you might want to sit down first"

He had taken the advice, his mind filling with thoughts, the first of which involved his wife in a car crash..

"Mr Izumi, do you have a son named Koushiro?"

"Yes.."

"Mr Izumi, umm.....I'm sorry this is never easy.." The voice had said

"Mr Izumi, your son Koushiro, well...he attempted suicide this afternoon"

The line went deathly quiet. Koujiro simply sat in stunned silence, unable to believe what the voice had told him.

"No, this muss....this must be a mistake, my son's fine..." He stuttered

"I'm terribly sorry to have to call you, but I have to inform next of kin, and I must ask you, will you be able to come and identify your son"

The way the voice said it, it sounded like he had died. Koujiro had muttered something in reply, and then travelled to the airport in a daze. The flight back to Odaiba was a blur, the only thing he could recall was his wife's shattered face, and his sons limp, bruised body in the plain hospital room.

He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes. His wifes sleeping form rested heavily on his chest, her arms curled over his chest, her eyelids red and tightly clenched, her tired body quiet of the sobs that had racked her for hours, earlier on.

He replaced his glasses and shifted his gaze hesitantly to his son. Kojiro felt slightly nauseous every time he looked at him. His son, who had been so perfect, so smart, so precocious, so seemingly void of emotions, had shown his true colours. Kojiro's bottom lip shook slightly as he looked at his sons arms, which were bandaged up to his elbows. He couldn't believe this had happened. He had not seen any signs of pain, heard no cries for help, he had not even been around.....

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Ok, I'm sorry, I know that was no where near a months effort, but I have three tests this week, so I'll write part 6 shortly. Hey, I might even get it out next weekend.......I hope so.

Part 6 will probably concentrate more on tai than anyone else, but maybe Koushiro will come around, if he comes around at all.........