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noda.
Noda no Miko: K'nnichiwa minna! ::gets bopped on the head by all the reviewers:: Itai noda! Okay okay na noda. I'm sorry that I haven't written in a long time noda! But I'm writing now and that's good right??
Tomo: I suppose that we can forgive you.
Chichiri: Just hurry up with this chapter noda! My life hangs in the balance!!
Noda no Miko: ON WITH THE FIC NODA!!
//*~Aono~*//
He's lying in that narrow little bed now. I like to pretend that he's just taking a nap. That I don't see the respirator down his throat that's helping him breath, or all the tubes in his arms that are helping him live. He's just Ri taking a nap. I reach out and brush some of his limp hair away form his forehead. His skin and hair has lost all of it's luster. He looked pale. Like a shell. Nothing of what he used to be. I sigh moodily and lat my hands come to rest in my lap. That's when the doctor comes in. His name is Doctor Myo Juan. He tells us to call him Doctor Juan. He's a tall man with thick dark hair and a small but at the same time kind and assuring smile.
"Hello Aono." He says softly. "And how are you today?"
"Fine thanks." I reply. It's been only two days but I practically live here now. "Have you found out what's wrong with Ri yet?" I asked. Doctor Juan's mouth turns down a bit at the corners.
"We haven't made a diagnosis but we know what his symptoms are." He answers me. I sit back even more in my chair.
"Oh." Was all I said. I watch as he takes a little flashlight out of his pocket and shines it in Ri's eye.
"His pupils are dilating well. He could wake up soon." Doctor Juan notes optimistically. I nod numbly as he checks Ri's pulse. "You know," He begins, "people are often pulled out of states like this because of another person talking to them. Maybe you should try it." He offers as he slips out of the door. Once he leaves, I put my head down on my folded arms and stay like that for a while. I was so tired. I let my eyes drift shut and I almost fell asleep. After what seemed like eons, I sat up and decided to give talking to Ri a try.
"Hi..." I began. "Uh, I guess you could say that we're pretty worried about you. Sick like you are I mean. Yeah. Heika is paying the hospital bill so I guess that's okay. I really owe him now." I admitted. "We're still playing at Purple. It's not the same without you though." My voice cracked here. I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. "We all wish that you'd hurry up and get better." His hand gave mine a little squeeze. I looked up at him. His eyes were half open and he was smiling.
"I wish I could get better too." He murmurs softly. My grip on his hand tightened.
"Well you're going to." I said firmly. His head lolls from side to side, that same sad smile on his face.
"No." He wheezes. "No. You and I both know it." His eyes filled with ears. "I-it hurts too much. For both of us."
"Ri stop it!" I said sharply, I felt my own tears choking up my throat and pricking behind my eyes. "No okay? Too many people I loved have left me and I'm not letting you get added on to that list. Okay?" Ri stroked my hand reassuringly.
"It's okay really. Dying doesn't hurt." He didn't seem the least bit afraid. There was a silence. In that silence his pulse monitor slowed down. "Besides...just because I'm not with you physically doesn't mean that I'm not with you in spirit...you know I wouldn't leave you leave you Aono." Slower...slower...the slower the monitor got the softer his voice got. "Just don't forget me okay? I won't forget you."
"Ri," I began. I wanted to tell him everything. But no words came. He shushed me softly.
"We'll always see the same sun Aono." He whispered smiling sweetly at me. His eyes drifted shut and then he died. He smiled at me and died. It was over. No more. No more smiling brown eyes. No more cherry blossom lips. No more bell-like laughter. No more warm hugs and sweet kisses. No more Ri. I sat there, listening to the flat line of the monitor. That depressing monotone screech. I wanted to scream. But I was afraid that if I did I would sound like the flat line.
My eyes snapped open suddenly. I was back in the hospital room. I had fallen asleep. I shut my eyes and listened.
Beep...beep...beep...
Ri's pulse monitor. I almost laughed and cried at that same time. I had never been so happy to hear that noise before in my life!
"Gawd Aono y'look like shit." Genrou's voice said above my head.
"Thanks." I answered, wiping sleep from my eyes and sitting up.
"Yeh, mebbe you should go home." Kouji suggested. I looked over at Ri, lying there, sound asleep. "Dun worry, he ain't goin' anywhere." Kouji said putting a hand on my shoulder. "Go home, get some decent food an' take a nap. Ya c'n come back later." he insisted tugging on my arm. I nodded and stood, walking slowly out of the door. I felt like such a zombie. I got into my car and drove off. All of the sudden I was home. As I was climbing out a voice called to me.
"Excuse me, you there! Are you the lead singer to the band that plays at Purple?" A blond man was walking toward me. He was tall, dressed in a suit and wearing expensive sunglasses. His long hair was in a ponytail. On his arm was a red haired woman wearing a mini-skirt and a halter-top.
"Yeah, I am." I said staring at him. He offered me his hand.
"The name's Kokoro Hijirisama, this is my associate Keiko Soishite. Wanna get famous?" He asked with a big toothpaste ad smile. I backed away from him. I knew what kind of eyes were behind those shades. Ruthless blue ones that held a malicious glimmer. No. Not him. Not now.
"I-I'm sorry, I can't...no, not you." I stammered before running. They CHASED me. They friggin' CHASED me!
"I told you that you shouldn't be so forward!" I heard Keiko say as her heels pounded behind me. She was familiar too. A wave of dislike washed over me.
"Idon'twanttotalktoyoufreaksthankyouverymuchhaveanicedayBYE!!" I screeched as I wrenched open my door and slammed it shut. I sighed and relaxed. I shut my eyes. That had been too close. Way too close.
"Are you SURE that you don't want to get signed?" My eyes flew open.
"GYAAH! How'd you get in here?!?" He jerked his thumb at the window.
"You left it open." I cracked. Really.
"Oh Gods there are weirdos in my house!!" I crowed at the ceiling.
"Do you think he's on something?" I heard Keiko whisper to Kokoro.
"He's a rock star what did you expect?" Kokoro whispered back. I took in a deep breath and gained my composer.
"Would you guys like something to drink?"
Noda no Miko: Well that was an emotional roller coaster wasn't it noda?
Chichiri: *faints*
Noda no Miko: Sorry that I had to scare all of you with that 'Oh my GAWD Ri's dead!' Dream noda. I couldn't help my self.
Nakago: In case you haven't noticed, I'm in the story now! ^,^
Tomo: Yeah and you're a total nut-case.
Noda no Miko: Hohoho! Who noticed that Nakago's name means 'heart' in Japanese.
Soi: It's also his symbol...interesting...
Noda no Miko: Daaa! Thanks for all your support noda! R&r!
Noda no Miko: K'nnichiwa minna! ::gets bopped on the head by all the reviewers:: Itai noda! Okay okay na noda. I'm sorry that I haven't written in a long time noda! But I'm writing now and that's good right??
Tomo: I suppose that we can forgive you.
Chichiri: Just hurry up with this chapter noda! My life hangs in the balance!!
Noda no Miko: ON WITH THE FIC NODA!!
//*~Aono~*//
He's lying in that narrow little bed now. I like to pretend that he's just taking a nap. That I don't see the respirator down his throat that's helping him breath, or all the tubes in his arms that are helping him live. He's just Ri taking a nap. I reach out and brush some of his limp hair away form his forehead. His skin and hair has lost all of it's luster. He looked pale. Like a shell. Nothing of what he used to be. I sigh moodily and lat my hands come to rest in my lap. That's when the doctor comes in. His name is Doctor Myo Juan. He tells us to call him Doctor Juan. He's a tall man with thick dark hair and a small but at the same time kind and assuring smile.
"Hello Aono." He says softly. "And how are you today?"
"Fine thanks." I reply. It's been only two days but I practically live here now. "Have you found out what's wrong with Ri yet?" I asked. Doctor Juan's mouth turns down a bit at the corners.
"We haven't made a diagnosis but we know what his symptoms are." He answers me. I sit back even more in my chair.
"Oh." Was all I said. I watch as he takes a little flashlight out of his pocket and shines it in Ri's eye.
"His pupils are dilating well. He could wake up soon." Doctor Juan notes optimistically. I nod numbly as he checks Ri's pulse. "You know," He begins, "people are often pulled out of states like this because of another person talking to them. Maybe you should try it." He offers as he slips out of the door. Once he leaves, I put my head down on my folded arms and stay like that for a while. I was so tired. I let my eyes drift shut and I almost fell asleep. After what seemed like eons, I sat up and decided to give talking to Ri a try.
"Hi..." I began. "Uh, I guess you could say that we're pretty worried about you. Sick like you are I mean. Yeah. Heika is paying the hospital bill so I guess that's okay. I really owe him now." I admitted. "We're still playing at Purple. It's not the same without you though." My voice cracked here. I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. "We all wish that you'd hurry up and get better." His hand gave mine a little squeeze. I looked up at him. His eyes were half open and he was smiling.
"I wish I could get better too." He murmurs softly. My grip on his hand tightened.
"Well you're going to." I said firmly. His head lolls from side to side, that same sad smile on his face.
"No." He wheezes. "No. You and I both know it." His eyes filled with ears. "I-it hurts too much. For both of us."
"Ri stop it!" I said sharply, I felt my own tears choking up my throat and pricking behind my eyes. "No okay? Too many people I loved have left me and I'm not letting you get added on to that list. Okay?" Ri stroked my hand reassuringly.
"It's okay really. Dying doesn't hurt." He didn't seem the least bit afraid. There was a silence. In that silence his pulse monitor slowed down. "Besides...just because I'm not with you physically doesn't mean that I'm not with you in spirit...you know I wouldn't leave you leave you Aono." Slower...slower...the slower the monitor got the softer his voice got. "Just don't forget me okay? I won't forget you."
"Ri," I began. I wanted to tell him everything. But no words came. He shushed me softly.
"We'll always see the same sun Aono." He whispered smiling sweetly at me. His eyes drifted shut and then he died. He smiled at me and died. It was over. No more. No more smiling brown eyes. No more cherry blossom lips. No more bell-like laughter. No more warm hugs and sweet kisses. No more Ri. I sat there, listening to the flat line of the monitor. That depressing monotone screech. I wanted to scream. But I was afraid that if I did I would sound like the flat line.
My eyes snapped open suddenly. I was back in the hospital room. I had fallen asleep. I shut my eyes and listened.
Beep...beep...beep...
Ri's pulse monitor. I almost laughed and cried at that same time. I had never been so happy to hear that noise before in my life!
"Gawd Aono y'look like shit." Genrou's voice said above my head.
"Thanks." I answered, wiping sleep from my eyes and sitting up.
"Yeh, mebbe you should go home." Kouji suggested. I looked over at Ri, lying there, sound asleep. "Dun worry, he ain't goin' anywhere." Kouji said putting a hand on my shoulder. "Go home, get some decent food an' take a nap. Ya c'n come back later." he insisted tugging on my arm. I nodded and stood, walking slowly out of the door. I felt like such a zombie. I got into my car and drove off. All of the sudden I was home. As I was climbing out a voice called to me.
"Excuse me, you there! Are you the lead singer to the band that plays at Purple?" A blond man was walking toward me. He was tall, dressed in a suit and wearing expensive sunglasses. His long hair was in a ponytail. On his arm was a red haired woman wearing a mini-skirt and a halter-top.
"Yeah, I am." I said staring at him. He offered me his hand.
"The name's Kokoro Hijirisama, this is my associate Keiko Soishite. Wanna get famous?" He asked with a big toothpaste ad smile. I backed away from him. I knew what kind of eyes were behind those shades. Ruthless blue ones that held a malicious glimmer. No. Not him. Not now.
"I-I'm sorry, I can't...no, not you." I stammered before running. They CHASED me. They friggin' CHASED me!
"I told you that you shouldn't be so forward!" I heard Keiko say as her heels pounded behind me. She was familiar too. A wave of dislike washed over me.
"Idon'twanttotalktoyoufreaksthankyouverymuchhaveanicedayBYE!!" I screeched as I wrenched open my door and slammed it shut. I sighed and relaxed. I shut my eyes. That had been too close. Way too close.
"Are you SURE that you don't want to get signed?" My eyes flew open.
"GYAAH! How'd you get in here?!?" He jerked his thumb at the window.
"You left it open." I cracked. Really.
"Oh Gods there are weirdos in my house!!" I crowed at the ceiling.
"Do you think he's on something?" I heard Keiko whisper to Kokoro.
"He's a rock star what did you expect?" Kokoro whispered back. I took in a deep breath and gained my composer.
"Would you guys like something to drink?"
Noda no Miko: Well that was an emotional roller coaster wasn't it noda?
Chichiri: *faints*
Noda no Miko: Sorry that I had to scare all of you with that 'Oh my GAWD Ri's dead!' Dream noda. I couldn't help my self.
Nakago: In case you haven't noticed, I'm in the story now! ^,^
Tomo: Yeah and you're a total nut-case.
Noda no Miko: Hohoho! Who noticed that Nakago's name means 'heart' in Japanese.
Soi: It's also his symbol...interesting...
Noda no Miko: Daaa! Thanks for all your support noda! R&r!