Author's Notes: The final chapter.......Please Ignore the little lines of *** I just cannot make the paragraphs work on this chapter so all the spacing is pretty well wrong.....Hopefully the starts make it a little easier to read though.....
Memento...pt 7
K read through the reports with a snarl on his face. Ransom gone they said. It was all a mistake. Tohma was supposed to make the drop and Shuichi was to be returned, but the kidnappers weren't playing to this plan and had kidnapped Tohma as well. What happened next, no one seemed to know.
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K tossed the papers aside in disgust, why hadn't he been informed of the ransom demand? And why had Tohma agreed to the obviously flawed plan in the first place? The blonde turned away from the doors that separated him from both the pink haired singer and the NG president, glaring at nothing. Shuichi, he'd been told, had been drugged and probably hallucinated a lot of what he'd told K. The singer was now being examined, making sure he was physically fine. The NG president on the other hand, was not doing as well. The doctors had taken him away immediately, inserting breathing apparatus as they went, unable to do anything more, K had called all those involved and sat back, reading through his reports as they filtered in. And he was not happy.
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Shuichi was staring at the blank curtains surrounding him, frowning. Hallucination, they'd said. Tohma hadn't been shot, There was nothing to indicate that Shuichi had been the one to injure the blonde in any way. All the memories he had of the past week were wrong. 'How could they be wrong?' He asked himself, raising a hand to his forehead in thought. He'd told them of the blades Tohma had, and they'd returned with nothing. Tohma had not had any weapons at all hidden on himself or in the room he claimed he and Tohma had spent the night in. Even the records were against him. Everything seemed to show that Shuichi had imagined all that he thought had happened. It was the drugs, they said, there was nothing at all to say what had happened was real. And still, Shuichi wondered....
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The ceiling was white. Tohma frowned at the thought, narrowing his eyes in an attempt at concentration. He felt so groggy! What had happened? He lifted a hand and was surprised when he noticed the IV tube inserted in the back on his palm. "Don't try to move yet. You just got out of surgery a couple of hours ago." Tohma turned tired eyes to the woman who'd spoken and tried to talk."No." she whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder,"You've still got a breathing tube down your throat. You can't talk." Tohma blinked and the red head sat on the chair at his bedside, "What happened Siamese? You weren't following Persia's directives." Tohma shook his head and rasied a hand, pointing to his throat. Understanding, the woman fetched a doctor, one of Kritiker's best, and the annoying tube was removed. Tohma's voice was scratchy and rough as he spoke, "They knew...."
The Woman's eyes widened and she rose to her feet. "What do they know? How much do they know?" Tohma blinked again, the drugs in his system making his concentration levels very low. "Everything. They knew about Bombay, they knew I was a double agent, and they knew about Shuichi." The woman breathed slowly and turned away, her arms crossed over her chest. "So that's why you took Bombay." Tohma tilted his head in a slight nod and replied, "And that's why they took Shuichi." The woman turned back to the blonde in the bed and narrowed her eyes, "Do you realise what this means now?" Tohma lowered his eyes from the red head and nodded, "I go to ground for a while." She nodded and reached into a side pocket, pulling free a cell phone. Her high heels clacked against the floor as she waited for the phone to be picked up, "I need a death certificate and medical records for Seguchi Tohma. Cause Of Death, Stab wound to the abdomen."
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Yuki Eiri was not a patient man. In fact, he could be downright threatening when it came to the subject of the ones he loved. No one had come to talk to them. Not one lousy doctor had come to tell them that Shuichi was okay, and the Tohma would be fine. He growled softly in his throat as he watched the nurses bustling around the large group that had converged upon the waiting room and glared as one dared look his way. The nurse jumped slightly and hurried away, leaving Yuki with the satisfied feeling of having scared another one off. He turned from his nurse scaring and watched the group, seemingly disinterested.
Mika sat, wringing her hands in her lap, silently waiting, not wanting to believe she may have said goodbye for the last time to her husband at the airport, not even a kiss was shared at the exit gate. But she would not cry. She was strong, and so was Tohma, he'd be fine, and all this would be for nothing. She straightened her back and set her lips in a hard line, He'd be fine, she knew it. If only that thought could bring comfort to her.
A slight look of something, not pity, but something close to it passed through Yuki's eyes as he watched his sister. He knew Tohma and Mika loved each other, just that neither was willing to be weak enough to show it. Emotions could be a weakness to the both of them, and he knew neither would ever admit to it.
Next to her sat the remaining members of Nittle Grasper. And here, Yuki was surprised. Noriko was letting tears stream down her face, one hand held in support by the man-child, Ryuichi. Ryuichi was not crying. Ryuichi wasn't even slightly sad. He was angry. The pink rabbit he usually carried everywhere, lay forgotten on the floor as the man himself stared at the doors leading to where the doctors had taken Tohma before they'd arrived. He hadn't moved since they'd arrived, glaring at anyone or anything that got between him and watching those doors, waiting for some sign of relief.
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The doors swung open and an elderly man stepped through, tired eyes looking at the large group in front of him, "Seguchi Tohma's family?" he asked quietly, dreading the news he was about to tell.
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Yuki watched the sleeping boy in the much to large bed without actually seeing him. The same thoughts kept running through his mind over and over again, Tohma was dead.
The Pink haired boy moaned and shifted, not waking. Yuki's eyes came into focus and he watched the boy fondly, a soft smile on his lips. The only good thing to come out of this was Tohma's sacrifice had not been in vain. Shuichi was alive and safe. And he was not about to let the boy out of sight again. He sighed and closed his eyes, he could feel the beginnings of tears in his eyes, but he didn't want to release them. If he did, then it would be true. Tohma would really be gone. He growled as he thought of those who'd done this, they'd pay. He'd make sure of it. He'd find this Siamese himself and render punishment. For both Shuichi and Tohma, this was far from over......
Memento...pt 7
K read through the reports with a snarl on his face. Ransom gone they said. It was all a mistake. Tohma was supposed to make the drop and Shuichi was to be returned, but the kidnappers weren't playing to this plan and had kidnapped Tohma as well. What happened next, no one seemed to know.
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K tossed the papers aside in disgust, why hadn't he been informed of the ransom demand? And why had Tohma agreed to the obviously flawed plan in the first place? The blonde turned away from the doors that separated him from both the pink haired singer and the NG president, glaring at nothing. Shuichi, he'd been told, had been drugged and probably hallucinated a lot of what he'd told K. The singer was now being examined, making sure he was physically fine. The NG president on the other hand, was not doing as well. The doctors had taken him away immediately, inserting breathing apparatus as they went, unable to do anything more, K had called all those involved and sat back, reading through his reports as they filtered in. And he was not happy.
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Shuichi was staring at the blank curtains surrounding him, frowning. Hallucination, they'd said. Tohma hadn't been shot, There was nothing to indicate that Shuichi had been the one to injure the blonde in any way. All the memories he had of the past week were wrong. 'How could they be wrong?' He asked himself, raising a hand to his forehead in thought. He'd told them of the blades Tohma had, and they'd returned with nothing. Tohma had not had any weapons at all hidden on himself or in the room he claimed he and Tohma had spent the night in. Even the records were against him. Everything seemed to show that Shuichi had imagined all that he thought had happened. It was the drugs, they said, there was nothing at all to say what had happened was real. And still, Shuichi wondered....
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The ceiling was white. Tohma frowned at the thought, narrowing his eyes in an attempt at concentration. He felt so groggy! What had happened? He lifted a hand and was surprised when he noticed the IV tube inserted in the back on his palm. "Don't try to move yet. You just got out of surgery a couple of hours ago." Tohma turned tired eyes to the woman who'd spoken and tried to talk."No." she whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder,"You've still got a breathing tube down your throat. You can't talk." Tohma blinked and the red head sat on the chair at his bedside, "What happened Siamese? You weren't following Persia's directives." Tohma shook his head and rasied a hand, pointing to his throat. Understanding, the woman fetched a doctor, one of Kritiker's best, and the annoying tube was removed. Tohma's voice was scratchy and rough as he spoke, "They knew...."
The Woman's eyes widened and she rose to her feet. "What do they know? How much do they know?" Tohma blinked again, the drugs in his system making his concentration levels very low. "Everything. They knew about Bombay, they knew I was a double agent, and they knew about Shuichi." The woman breathed slowly and turned away, her arms crossed over her chest. "So that's why you took Bombay." Tohma tilted his head in a slight nod and replied, "And that's why they took Shuichi." The woman turned back to the blonde in the bed and narrowed her eyes, "Do you realise what this means now?" Tohma lowered his eyes from the red head and nodded, "I go to ground for a while." She nodded and reached into a side pocket, pulling free a cell phone. Her high heels clacked against the floor as she waited for the phone to be picked up, "I need a death certificate and medical records for Seguchi Tohma. Cause Of Death, Stab wound to the abdomen."
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Yuki Eiri was not a patient man. In fact, he could be downright threatening when it came to the subject of the ones he loved. No one had come to talk to them. Not one lousy doctor had come to tell them that Shuichi was okay, and the Tohma would be fine. He growled softly in his throat as he watched the nurses bustling around the large group that had converged upon the waiting room and glared as one dared look his way. The nurse jumped slightly and hurried away, leaving Yuki with the satisfied feeling of having scared another one off. He turned from his nurse scaring and watched the group, seemingly disinterested.
Mika sat, wringing her hands in her lap, silently waiting, not wanting to believe she may have said goodbye for the last time to her husband at the airport, not even a kiss was shared at the exit gate. But she would not cry. She was strong, and so was Tohma, he'd be fine, and all this would be for nothing. She straightened her back and set her lips in a hard line, He'd be fine, she knew it. If only that thought could bring comfort to her.
A slight look of something, not pity, but something close to it passed through Yuki's eyes as he watched his sister. He knew Tohma and Mika loved each other, just that neither was willing to be weak enough to show it. Emotions could be a weakness to the both of them, and he knew neither would ever admit to it.
Next to her sat the remaining members of Nittle Grasper. And here, Yuki was surprised. Noriko was letting tears stream down her face, one hand held in support by the man-child, Ryuichi. Ryuichi was not crying. Ryuichi wasn't even slightly sad. He was angry. The pink rabbit he usually carried everywhere, lay forgotten on the floor as the man himself stared at the doors leading to where the doctors had taken Tohma before they'd arrived. He hadn't moved since they'd arrived, glaring at anyone or anything that got between him and watching those doors, waiting for some sign of relief.
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The doors swung open and an elderly man stepped through, tired eyes looking at the large group in front of him, "Seguchi Tohma's family?" he asked quietly, dreading the news he was about to tell.
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Yuki watched the sleeping boy in the much to large bed without actually seeing him. The same thoughts kept running through his mind over and over again, Tohma was dead.
The Pink haired boy moaned and shifted, not waking. Yuki's eyes came into focus and he watched the boy fondly, a soft smile on his lips. The only good thing to come out of this was Tohma's sacrifice had not been in vain. Shuichi was alive and safe. And he was not about to let the boy out of sight again. He sighed and closed his eyes, he could feel the beginnings of tears in his eyes, but he didn't want to release them. If he did, then it would be true. Tohma would really be gone. He growled as he thought of those who'd done this, they'd pay. He'd make sure of it. He'd find this Siamese himself and render punishment. For both Shuichi and Tohma, this was far from over......