My One Promise - Chapter 7
Gaahhh!! I haven't updated in such a long time! And I'm not gonna lie, there's honestly no reason why I haven't updated either. It's my own fault. But because I feel guilty now, I've decided to make this one of my longest chapters in the history of my writing to make it up to you all. Once again, I'm sorry for the delay in updating. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh (or so you think ^_~).
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"Mutou . . .Mutou . . .oh! You mean that younger lad who was taken into intensive care!" noted the woman, flipping through a few of the white papers in front of her. But her cheerful expression instantly turned grim as she read through them. "I'm sorry to you all, but I'm afraid I have some bad news . . ."
Each one of Yugi's friends held their breath. Joey even tightened his fists so hard that his palm and knuckles turned a soft white. But the secretary just continued reading the paper to herself, forgetting to take any notice of the impatient teenagers standing in front of her desk.
'She better not say anything about funeral arrangements,' Tristan though to himself, biting his lower lip avidly. His hazel green eyes never lifted themselves from the sight of the woman who was leaving them all in an unpleasant suspense.
"Tsk tsk . . .poor lad . . .poor lad . . ." She kept repeating this phase to herself over and over again, much to the group's misfortune. But enough was enough, and we all know that hot-headed Joey doesn't have much patience.
"Poor lad what?! Give us a break here! What's 'a matter with our bud?" the blond-haired teen shouted, gritting his teeth and taking a big step forward. This caused the receptionist to nearly jump out of her skin.
"Oh yes," she stated, pushing her tiny glasses back onto her pug nose. "Your friend is in Intensive Care. His case is a rare one indeed, because all of the tests we took came back . . .neutral. Never in the history of medical science has an individual's test come back neutral. We just . . .don't know what's wrong with him. And he's getting worse and worse by the hour as it seems."
"But you guys are doctors! You HAVE to know what's wrong with him!" Téa complained, her hair blowing back as she stomped a foot to the ground. The secretary looked in her direction, blinking.
"I'm sorry young lady, but you'll have to discuss the issue with a REAL doctor. I, myself, am not one. You can find your friend in room 213, on the second floor." And on that note, she turned her gaze back down to the computer, once again beginning to type madly away on the keyboard. This left Bakura, Tristan, Téa, and Joey to stand in utter disbelief. Sure, they were somewhat relieved that Yugi wasn't dead, but that feeling of relief might not last too much longer. According to the receptionist, he was getting worse and worse by the hour, which meant his life wouldn't be prolonged for too much more.
Most obviously, staring in disbelief wasn't about to help. So finally snapping out of the daze, the small group of companions made their way carefully to the elevator, with Joey pounding away endlessly on the little red button.
"C'man, c'man! Hurry it up a little, would ya?!" he bellowed at the doors, waiting irritably for them to open.
"Joey, cool it!" Tristan chimed in, grasping his hand on his friend's left shoulder. "Yelling isn't going to get them to open faster, and neither is pressing the button over and over again!"
Joey's response to that? He clearly growled, then shot an angered fist forward, hitting the door as hard as his hand would let him. It left a small dent, but most of the damage was done to the reckless teen's 'paw'. It turned a deep crimson colour and began to throb almost instantly. "Arg, damn it," he muttered, opening and closing his aching fist a few times to try and get the feeling back. But as much as his hand now hurt, at least he managed to 'sanely' get his anger out (although he was still distressed beyond belief).
'DING!'
That little sound could only mean one thing; the elevator was finally at ground level and waiting to take them to their awaited destination. So, after watching the giant metal doors slid open with ease, all four teenagers (along with five other hospital patients) managed to squeeze their way onto the rather diminutive elevator.
"Oh my, it's really packed in here," Bakura said, being squished the most in the left-hand corner. Tristan had managed to press the button for the second floor on the elevator, which soon began to ascend towards the next story.
"Ow! Joey, you bakka! You're standing on my foot!" Téa cried, pulling her now-sore body part back. Joey blinked slightly, then grinned sheepishly.
"Heh, sorry Téa," he responded, sweat-dropping. But before either of them could say another word, the big silvery doors opened themselves once again, revealing to all inside the dwellings of the second floor.
Tristan, Joey, and Téa all managed to get themselves out without much trouble, but Bakura . . .well, that was another story.
"Excuse me! Oops, ouch . . . oh, excuse me ma'am," he whimpered, accidentally backing into an elderly woman. However, it wasn't too long before he unintentionally tripped on a younger boy's crutches, went crashing into a red-haired teen, who tripped the boy with crutches, and finally came tumbling to the ground with a large thud. To make matters worse, the elevator door was in the process of closing. "Oh my!" the 'Ring'- bearer cried, trying to untangle himself from the heap.
"You young hooligans! The elevator ain't for playing!" the elderly woman stated, repeatedly pressing the 'close door' button. This caused the door to habitually open and close on Bakura's shoulders.
Joey and Tristan, who were holding back rude snickers, finally decided to help their friend get out of that mess. So, swooping down and grasping the white-haired teen's arm, they managed to tug him out of the jam and stand him back up again.
"Ah, thanks for that . . ." Bakura sighed, brushing himself off. He turned back around and handed the younger boy his crutches back. "I'm terribly sorry."
The younger boy just smiled at this gesture, then steadied himself with the support of the crutches.
"Guys, let's go!" Téa chimed, jerking her head in the direction they were supposed to be going. The others nodded in agreement and began following after their female companion; and the elevator doors closed silently behind.
"213 . . .213 . . .Ah! Here it is!" Tristan pointed out, extending his arm in the direction of a wooden brown door. The room hadn't been too hard to find at all. So, with everyone gathering in the front of it (and taking a small yet deep breath), Téa knocked lightly using the back of her hand. A moment of silence went by before the door slowly creaked open. It was Yugi's grandfather.
"Hello everyone. Come in, come in . . ."
The first thing everyone immediately noticed was that Mr. Mutou looked more depressed then anyone they'd ever seen. His words didn't seem warm and blissful like they always were; no, this time they seemed to be strained and hostile. His normally cheery violet eyes were red with blood-shot, and if you were to ask anybody who knew him well, you would hear them say he looked older then usual. Well, whatever way you looked at him, you could tell almost instantly that Yugi wasn't doing too well. It didn't take rocket scientist to figure that out.
"Has he woken up yet?" Tristan decided to ask, hoping to shine some kind of spark on the situation. Téa looked the brown-haired teen over for a minute before turning her attention to her sickly childhood friend. He was as pale as the moon, with tiny beads of perspiration trickling down the side of his face. The fluffy white pillow he was lying on was flattening his hair, and an oxygen mask was helping the shorter teen to breathe properly. Of course, not to mension the UV that was injected into his right arm for added support. After looking their friend over for a few moments, they had to agree that Yugi's condition didn't look too promising. If it wasn't for his constant breathing, you could have sworn he was some kind of body ready for the morgue.
It wasn't long before Téa's blue eyes began to water up. It cut her deeply to see such a good friend in such a horrible situation. What had Yugi done to deserve something like this? And besides, how come his sudden illness seemed to take over his body so quick? Téa didn't know, and the only thing she could do at the moment was cry. Cry for Yugi's pain, as well as for her own pain. She buried her face in Tristan's shoulder, who, being upset himself, wrapped a comforting arm around her waist and let her bawl her eyes out. If this was destiny, then it sure as hell sucked.
"It's all right Yugi. Don't forget that I'm watching over you. My one promise is to protect you no matter what the consequences."
This sudden voice made everyone jump.
"That's mighty nice, Joey. Yugi has a good friend in you." Mr. Mutou stated, causing everyone to look in the direction of the confused blond.
"Sorry Gramps, but I'm not the one who said that . . .," He said, nodding in the direction of the room's corner. Perplexed, the group turned their attention to where Joey had pointed out. And before anyone could say anything, the room echoed in monotonous gasps.
It wasn't solid, but if you looked closely, you could see a transparent, terrestrial body of a Yugi look-a-like standing beside the hospital bed. His voice had been a bit deeper, and his eyes looked to be more earnest; but other then that he looked almost identical to the younger teen. Presently, his eyes were focused on the sickly form within the bed, while one of his hands was placed on top of Yugi's.
"You're . . .you're . . ."
On this note, Yami raised his glance towards the stunned group standing somewhat in front of him. He raised a brow, wondering if his aibou's family and friends could see him.
"You're Yami!" Joey cried out, raising his arm and pointing straight at the former pharaoh.
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X_x; I hope that was long enough for you guys. Again, I apologise for the long wait. If you'll give me two or three days, my new story 'The Innocent Encounter' will be up and ready for viewing. Warning, it's both yaoi and a bit of a lime (the pairing being none other then Yugi x Yami). Well, ja ne for now! Don't forget to leave me a pretty review! ^_~
© 2003: Chibi Kai Lover - All rights reserved, dammit!
Gaahhh!! I haven't updated in such a long time! And I'm not gonna lie, there's honestly no reason why I haven't updated either. It's my own fault. But because I feel guilty now, I've decided to make this one of my longest chapters in the history of my writing to make it up to you all. Once again, I'm sorry for the delay in updating. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh (or so you think ^_~).
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"Mutou . . .Mutou . . .oh! You mean that younger lad who was taken into intensive care!" noted the woman, flipping through a few of the white papers in front of her. But her cheerful expression instantly turned grim as she read through them. "I'm sorry to you all, but I'm afraid I have some bad news . . ."
Each one of Yugi's friends held their breath. Joey even tightened his fists so hard that his palm and knuckles turned a soft white. But the secretary just continued reading the paper to herself, forgetting to take any notice of the impatient teenagers standing in front of her desk.
'She better not say anything about funeral arrangements,' Tristan though to himself, biting his lower lip avidly. His hazel green eyes never lifted themselves from the sight of the woman who was leaving them all in an unpleasant suspense.
"Tsk tsk . . .poor lad . . .poor lad . . ." She kept repeating this phase to herself over and over again, much to the group's misfortune. But enough was enough, and we all know that hot-headed Joey doesn't have much patience.
"Poor lad what?! Give us a break here! What's 'a matter with our bud?" the blond-haired teen shouted, gritting his teeth and taking a big step forward. This caused the receptionist to nearly jump out of her skin.
"Oh yes," she stated, pushing her tiny glasses back onto her pug nose. "Your friend is in Intensive Care. His case is a rare one indeed, because all of the tests we took came back . . .neutral. Never in the history of medical science has an individual's test come back neutral. We just . . .don't know what's wrong with him. And he's getting worse and worse by the hour as it seems."
"But you guys are doctors! You HAVE to know what's wrong with him!" Téa complained, her hair blowing back as she stomped a foot to the ground. The secretary looked in her direction, blinking.
"I'm sorry young lady, but you'll have to discuss the issue with a REAL doctor. I, myself, am not one. You can find your friend in room 213, on the second floor." And on that note, she turned her gaze back down to the computer, once again beginning to type madly away on the keyboard. This left Bakura, Tristan, Téa, and Joey to stand in utter disbelief. Sure, they were somewhat relieved that Yugi wasn't dead, but that feeling of relief might not last too much longer. According to the receptionist, he was getting worse and worse by the hour, which meant his life wouldn't be prolonged for too much more.
Most obviously, staring in disbelief wasn't about to help. So finally snapping out of the daze, the small group of companions made their way carefully to the elevator, with Joey pounding away endlessly on the little red button.
"C'man, c'man! Hurry it up a little, would ya?!" he bellowed at the doors, waiting irritably for them to open.
"Joey, cool it!" Tristan chimed in, grasping his hand on his friend's left shoulder. "Yelling isn't going to get them to open faster, and neither is pressing the button over and over again!"
Joey's response to that? He clearly growled, then shot an angered fist forward, hitting the door as hard as his hand would let him. It left a small dent, but most of the damage was done to the reckless teen's 'paw'. It turned a deep crimson colour and began to throb almost instantly. "Arg, damn it," he muttered, opening and closing his aching fist a few times to try and get the feeling back. But as much as his hand now hurt, at least he managed to 'sanely' get his anger out (although he was still distressed beyond belief).
'DING!'
That little sound could only mean one thing; the elevator was finally at ground level and waiting to take them to their awaited destination. So, after watching the giant metal doors slid open with ease, all four teenagers (along with five other hospital patients) managed to squeeze their way onto the rather diminutive elevator.
"Oh my, it's really packed in here," Bakura said, being squished the most in the left-hand corner. Tristan had managed to press the button for the second floor on the elevator, which soon began to ascend towards the next story.
"Ow! Joey, you bakka! You're standing on my foot!" Téa cried, pulling her now-sore body part back. Joey blinked slightly, then grinned sheepishly.
"Heh, sorry Téa," he responded, sweat-dropping. But before either of them could say another word, the big silvery doors opened themselves once again, revealing to all inside the dwellings of the second floor.
Tristan, Joey, and Téa all managed to get themselves out without much trouble, but Bakura . . .well, that was another story.
"Excuse me! Oops, ouch . . . oh, excuse me ma'am," he whimpered, accidentally backing into an elderly woman. However, it wasn't too long before he unintentionally tripped on a younger boy's crutches, went crashing into a red-haired teen, who tripped the boy with crutches, and finally came tumbling to the ground with a large thud. To make matters worse, the elevator door was in the process of closing. "Oh my!" the 'Ring'- bearer cried, trying to untangle himself from the heap.
"You young hooligans! The elevator ain't for playing!" the elderly woman stated, repeatedly pressing the 'close door' button. This caused the door to habitually open and close on Bakura's shoulders.
Joey and Tristan, who were holding back rude snickers, finally decided to help their friend get out of that mess. So, swooping down and grasping the white-haired teen's arm, they managed to tug him out of the jam and stand him back up again.
"Ah, thanks for that . . ." Bakura sighed, brushing himself off. He turned back around and handed the younger boy his crutches back. "I'm terribly sorry."
The younger boy just smiled at this gesture, then steadied himself with the support of the crutches.
"Guys, let's go!" Téa chimed, jerking her head in the direction they were supposed to be going. The others nodded in agreement and began following after their female companion; and the elevator doors closed silently behind.
"213 . . .213 . . .Ah! Here it is!" Tristan pointed out, extending his arm in the direction of a wooden brown door. The room hadn't been too hard to find at all. So, with everyone gathering in the front of it (and taking a small yet deep breath), Téa knocked lightly using the back of her hand. A moment of silence went by before the door slowly creaked open. It was Yugi's grandfather.
"Hello everyone. Come in, come in . . ."
The first thing everyone immediately noticed was that Mr. Mutou looked more depressed then anyone they'd ever seen. His words didn't seem warm and blissful like they always were; no, this time they seemed to be strained and hostile. His normally cheery violet eyes were red with blood-shot, and if you were to ask anybody who knew him well, you would hear them say he looked older then usual. Well, whatever way you looked at him, you could tell almost instantly that Yugi wasn't doing too well. It didn't take rocket scientist to figure that out.
"Has he woken up yet?" Tristan decided to ask, hoping to shine some kind of spark on the situation. Téa looked the brown-haired teen over for a minute before turning her attention to her sickly childhood friend. He was as pale as the moon, with tiny beads of perspiration trickling down the side of his face. The fluffy white pillow he was lying on was flattening his hair, and an oxygen mask was helping the shorter teen to breathe properly. Of course, not to mension the UV that was injected into his right arm for added support. After looking their friend over for a few moments, they had to agree that Yugi's condition didn't look too promising. If it wasn't for his constant breathing, you could have sworn he was some kind of body ready for the morgue.
It wasn't long before Téa's blue eyes began to water up. It cut her deeply to see such a good friend in such a horrible situation. What had Yugi done to deserve something like this? And besides, how come his sudden illness seemed to take over his body so quick? Téa didn't know, and the only thing she could do at the moment was cry. Cry for Yugi's pain, as well as for her own pain. She buried her face in Tristan's shoulder, who, being upset himself, wrapped a comforting arm around her waist and let her bawl her eyes out. If this was destiny, then it sure as hell sucked.
"It's all right Yugi. Don't forget that I'm watching over you. My one promise is to protect you no matter what the consequences."
This sudden voice made everyone jump.
"That's mighty nice, Joey. Yugi has a good friend in you." Mr. Mutou stated, causing everyone to look in the direction of the confused blond.
"Sorry Gramps, but I'm not the one who said that . . .," He said, nodding in the direction of the room's corner. Perplexed, the group turned their attention to where Joey had pointed out. And before anyone could say anything, the room echoed in monotonous gasps.
It wasn't solid, but if you looked closely, you could see a transparent, terrestrial body of a Yugi look-a-like standing beside the hospital bed. His voice had been a bit deeper, and his eyes looked to be more earnest; but other then that he looked almost identical to the younger teen. Presently, his eyes were focused on the sickly form within the bed, while one of his hands was placed on top of Yugi's.
"You're . . .you're . . ."
On this note, Yami raised his glance towards the stunned group standing somewhat in front of him. He raised a brow, wondering if his aibou's family and friends could see him.
"You're Yami!" Joey cried out, raising his arm and pointing straight at the former pharaoh.
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X_x; I hope that was long enough for you guys. Again, I apologise for the long wait. If you'll give me two or three days, my new story 'The Innocent Encounter' will be up and ready for viewing. Warning, it's both yaoi and a bit of a lime (the pairing being none other then Yugi x Yami). Well, ja ne for now! Don't forget to leave me a pretty review! ^_~
© 2003: Chibi Kai Lover - All rights reserved, dammit!
