Title: A fight to Remember
Authors: Purrmeow and Krys
Rating: R (the first few chapters won't seem like it.)
Disclaimer: The characters in this story obviously do not belong to use,
because if they did we would likely be rich and not be writing a fan
fiction, which makes us no money. This story is currently being written in
the format of RPing (role playing) between us, the two authors. To make the
shifts in POV clearer, each reply will be a separate chapter labeled with
the narrating character. This plot takes place just after where the TV
series leaves off. *Note: ~ will be used to indicate flashbacks and * to
indicate a shift to the POV of others characters, such as Tohru or Shigure.
Chapter Four: Yuki
Yuki's head dropped slowly to the large oak desk and he shakily inhaled its woody fragrance. This news, Kyou needing surgery, it was absolutely terrible. The nezumi had always thought himself to be calm and very self-controlled. Perhaps Tohru had not completely changed him for the better. "May I see him?" Purple hair fluttering with his breath, Yuki looked up at the doctor inquisitively. He secretly hoped walking in the patient's room would reveal injuries much less serious than this stern man had suggested. The torn corner of paper was pushed across the desk to him: 'Rm. I-204'. "Just don't cause any trouble," the doctor replied.
Trudging through the sterile, scentless halls, the violet-haired teen made his way to the intensive care unit. '.top four, right ribs have been broken.right lung was punctured.had to operate.bit of a concussion.'. The doctor's harsh words floated through his head with every step the mouse took. If this were all true, Yuki couldn't imagine how the neko would look. '210 , 208 , 206 ,. this one', Yuki thought. He entered the room warily, made cautious by the rhythmic beeping of hospital equipment he could hear from the hallway. As his eyes adjusted to the blinding sunlight, Kyou came into focus, a pale, sleeping form cocooned in bleach-white bed sheets. For the first time Yuki could remember the baka neko looked so peaceful. 'It's almost as if he's dead.' He reluctantly sat in the stiff chair at the bedside. It felt wrong that Shigure and Tohru were not with him. The emotionally fragile brunette was at their house, crying her eyes out while finding some way to blame herself for Kyou's injuries. The 'noble' Shigure offered to stay home and comfort her. Minutes and hours rolled by as Yuki sat like a stationary object at the neko's side. The sun had begun its descent when Kyou finally moved. It was a mere flinch, knocking the carrot-coloured hair across his eyelids, but he had still moved! The nezumi's eyes watered as he nearly drowned in relief; that baka neko was still alive. He hesitantly reached over to brush the orange strands from the other boy's face. His hand rested on Kyou's cheek, losing himself in thought. 'It's hard to justify disliking someone when they're like this. I wouldn't hate, could even love, a Kyou that was in a coma.'
Chapter Four: Yuki
Yuki's head dropped slowly to the large oak desk and he shakily inhaled its woody fragrance. This news, Kyou needing surgery, it was absolutely terrible. The nezumi had always thought himself to be calm and very self-controlled. Perhaps Tohru had not completely changed him for the better. "May I see him?" Purple hair fluttering with his breath, Yuki looked up at the doctor inquisitively. He secretly hoped walking in the patient's room would reveal injuries much less serious than this stern man had suggested. The torn corner of paper was pushed across the desk to him: 'Rm. I-204'. "Just don't cause any trouble," the doctor replied.
Trudging through the sterile, scentless halls, the violet-haired teen made his way to the intensive care unit. '.top four, right ribs have been broken.right lung was punctured.had to operate.bit of a concussion.'. The doctor's harsh words floated through his head with every step the mouse took. If this were all true, Yuki couldn't imagine how the neko would look. '210 , 208 , 206 ,. this one', Yuki thought. He entered the room warily, made cautious by the rhythmic beeping of hospital equipment he could hear from the hallway. As his eyes adjusted to the blinding sunlight, Kyou came into focus, a pale, sleeping form cocooned in bleach-white bed sheets. For the first time Yuki could remember the baka neko looked so peaceful. 'It's almost as if he's dead.' He reluctantly sat in the stiff chair at the bedside. It felt wrong that Shigure and Tohru were not with him. The emotionally fragile brunette was at their house, crying her eyes out while finding some way to blame herself for Kyou's injuries. The 'noble' Shigure offered to stay home and comfort her. Minutes and hours rolled by as Yuki sat like a stationary object at the neko's side. The sun had begun its descent when Kyou finally moved. It was a mere flinch, knocking the carrot-coloured hair across his eyelids, but he had still moved! The nezumi's eyes watered as he nearly drowned in relief; that baka neko was still alive. He hesitantly reached over to brush the orange strands from the other boy's face. His hand rested on Kyou's cheek, losing himself in thought. 'It's hard to justify disliking someone when they're like this. I wouldn't hate, could even love, a Kyou that was in a coma.'