*Chapter ten?? Holy cow, I write fast. . . . and badly! But I know at least
eight people have read this thing! Who knows who else has read it, liked
it, but remained silent!? And the people who hated it to pieces, but didn't
say anything so I could try and fix it!? Aww the possibilities! Anyway, I
am a bit hyper right now, so bear with me. This is going to be a good
chapter I hope.*
Only Hope
Tai and Yamato opened the door to the shelter they had gone into minutes before. The tornado had ripped through the area, leaving a huge area of flattened homes and businesses behind its path. Half of the building Tai and Yamato were inside was ripped off, pieces of it littering the ground around them. Yamato stepped out into the windy outdoors that was once their school and turned to Tai with frightened cobalt eyes. His blonde hair was moving slightly in the wind as a light rain fell from the black clouds above them. Tai stared in amazement at the damage, at the injured people walking the streets, finding loved ones and picking up items they once called theirs.
"Tai. . . .we have to get home!" Yamato cried, panicking. Tai just walked past his best friend, his eyes on the sky. He'd never seen anything so violent and deadly in his life, and to be honest, he was scared to death. Yamato put a hand on Tai's shoulders, shaking him out of the shock he was in. He immediately ran with Yamato all the way to where their apartment was. When they were within sight of the building's location, they stopped dead in their tracks and stared, not believing what they were seeing.
"Oh my God. . . . SORA!" Tai yelled, sprinting toward the flattened apartment, Yamato running fast behind, taking off his white button down shirt and preparing for the worst. Tai dropped to his knees and dug into the rubble, desperately searching for his love. Yamato shredded his shirt into bandages and knelt down with Tai, ripping through the debris and feeling hot tears roll down his face. Tai was sobbing, his body shaking with fear and pain at the same time.
"Tai! Oh they've searched here already, there's a note on this sign! There were eight survivors taken to the hospital, and. . . .and one dead." Yamato said, his voice losing volume at the end of the sentence. Tai stood up and ran a dirty hand through his hair with frustration.
"Come on, let's go." Yamato said quietly, leading Tai down the messy street, weaving through throngs of people salvaging anything they could. Along the way, Yamato put an arm around Tai's shoulder, and Tai put his arm around Yamato's also.
"They're okay, I can feel it. I just know it." Tai kept saying as they walked.
"Just have faith, keep hoping. We can only hope." Yamato replied, walking along with Tai and praying in his head that Sora and the babies were alright.
After an hour of walking, Yamato and Tai made it to the hospital, which was teeming with people being treated for injuries ranging from cuts to broken bones. Tai felt like he had cheated injury, as he and Yamato were unscathed by the deadly storm. Yamato, now clad in only a white undershirt, walked over to a doctor as Tai approached a weary looking nurse.
"Please excuse me, I know you are very busy, but I am looking for someone. She's about nineteen, red hair, brown eyes, and she's pregnant with twins. Have you seen her?" Tai asked. Yamato walked back to Tai with a forlorn look that told him he hadn't found Sora. The nurse looked at the boys, then nodded her head.
"She was brought in about two hours ago, barely alive. We had to take the babies by cesarean. She wasn't stable enough to keep them." The nurse replied, applying a bandage to a small child's cut arm. Tai began to sob, and Yamato stepped up.
"This is her. . . . her husband, and he is concerned for his family. What more can you tell us?" Yamato asked, his eyes filled with concern.
"Both babies are healthy and safe. The little girl was first at three pounds eight ounces, and then the little boy at almost five pounds. They're very beautiful babies, sir. Your wife is in room 520, up five floors, take a left." Tai was gone before the nurse could say anything else. Yamato bowed politely before running after Tai.
"Sora!" Tai flung open the door to the room, where Sora was lying. Tears stained her pretty face. Tai looked at Sora in shock; she looked awful. Her face had several abrasions on it, and her right arm was in a cast. She looked very tiny in the big bed, her belly missing. Bruises were scattered about her arms and neck. Yamato sucked in a breath as Tai ran to the bed and knelt down, taking a small hand in his and kissing it gingerly. Sora stirred and looked over at Tai, her eyes full of pain.
"The babies. . . .they're gone. . . " Sora sobbed, her voice weak and hoarse.
"They're okay, Yamato's going to go check on them, aren't you?" Tai asked. Yamato nodded and was out the door a second later.
"I couldn't get away quick enough, Tai. . . there was so much noise, and then. . . . nothing. Everything was blown away, and I fell down. . . last thing I remember was this horrible sound. . . like a roar. I thought I would never see you again, and I was so frightened. I feel. . . .so empty." Sora said, crying harder.
"I wanted to go to you, but Yamato stopped me. If he hadn't, I would have been killed for sure. I was so afraid you were dead. . . I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't see you ever again. I love you too much not to have you in my life forever, and I want you to be my wife as soon as you are better. I can't see life without you in it." Tai gushed, touching Sora's swollen face tenderly. Sora sobbed harder, then smiled.
"I will, Tai. I promise you I will. The doctor said I will recover in a couple of weeks. After that I want to be your wife, and the mother of your children. I love you Tai." Sora whispered weakly. Yamato arrived in the room, followed by the nurse who had directed Tai to Sora. Each of them had a baby in their arms, Yamato holding Anastasia as if she were made of porcelain. He had a look of sheer terror on his face as he told Tai to take his daughter.
"I am SO not ready to handle something that tiny. That was the second most terrifying thing I have dealt with today." Yamato said, letting Tai take the little baby. The nurse handed Sora her son, and walked out of the room.
"You know what's strange? They each look just like you two. Matthew is a spitting image of Tai, and Anastasia looks just like you, Sora." Yamato commented, sitting next to Tai, who was sitting on the bed next to Sora so she could see her daughter. Yamato was right, Matthew had dark brown hair and big chocolate eyes like his father, but had a light skin tone like Sora. Anastasia had Tai's skin tone, fire red hair, and round cinnamon colored eyes. Both babies looked up at their parents quietly, taking in everything around them without a sound.
"They are the most beautiful things I have ever seen. . . ." murmured Sora as she touched her son's face lightly.
"I didn't know I could fall in love with someone else at first sight. I did with you, but I never expected to love something so much that I hardly know." Tai mused. Yamato stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the new family alone for the first time. He got out his cell phone and smiled when it showed that it still was working. He had to get started calling people. Despite the chaos, there was celebration to be had.
*Sorry for ending it there, and sooo sorry it's short too, but I am so sleepy, I need to get some sleep now!*
Only Hope
Tai and Yamato opened the door to the shelter they had gone into minutes before. The tornado had ripped through the area, leaving a huge area of flattened homes and businesses behind its path. Half of the building Tai and Yamato were inside was ripped off, pieces of it littering the ground around them. Yamato stepped out into the windy outdoors that was once their school and turned to Tai with frightened cobalt eyes. His blonde hair was moving slightly in the wind as a light rain fell from the black clouds above them. Tai stared in amazement at the damage, at the injured people walking the streets, finding loved ones and picking up items they once called theirs.
"Tai. . . .we have to get home!" Yamato cried, panicking. Tai just walked past his best friend, his eyes on the sky. He'd never seen anything so violent and deadly in his life, and to be honest, he was scared to death. Yamato put a hand on Tai's shoulders, shaking him out of the shock he was in. He immediately ran with Yamato all the way to where their apartment was. When they were within sight of the building's location, they stopped dead in their tracks and stared, not believing what they were seeing.
"Oh my God. . . . SORA!" Tai yelled, sprinting toward the flattened apartment, Yamato running fast behind, taking off his white button down shirt and preparing for the worst. Tai dropped to his knees and dug into the rubble, desperately searching for his love. Yamato shredded his shirt into bandages and knelt down with Tai, ripping through the debris and feeling hot tears roll down his face. Tai was sobbing, his body shaking with fear and pain at the same time.
"Tai! Oh they've searched here already, there's a note on this sign! There were eight survivors taken to the hospital, and. . . .and one dead." Yamato said, his voice losing volume at the end of the sentence. Tai stood up and ran a dirty hand through his hair with frustration.
"Come on, let's go." Yamato said quietly, leading Tai down the messy street, weaving through throngs of people salvaging anything they could. Along the way, Yamato put an arm around Tai's shoulder, and Tai put his arm around Yamato's also.
"They're okay, I can feel it. I just know it." Tai kept saying as they walked.
"Just have faith, keep hoping. We can only hope." Yamato replied, walking along with Tai and praying in his head that Sora and the babies were alright.
After an hour of walking, Yamato and Tai made it to the hospital, which was teeming with people being treated for injuries ranging from cuts to broken bones. Tai felt like he had cheated injury, as he and Yamato were unscathed by the deadly storm. Yamato, now clad in only a white undershirt, walked over to a doctor as Tai approached a weary looking nurse.
"Please excuse me, I know you are very busy, but I am looking for someone. She's about nineteen, red hair, brown eyes, and she's pregnant with twins. Have you seen her?" Tai asked. Yamato walked back to Tai with a forlorn look that told him he hadn't found Sora. The nurse looked at the boys, then nodded her head.
"She was brought in about two hours ago, barely alive. We had to take the babies by cesarean. She wasn't stable enough to keep them." The nurse replied, applying a bandage to a small child's cut arm. Tai began to sob, and Yamato stepped up.
"This is her. . . . her husband, and he is concerned for his family. What more can you tell us?" Yamato asked, his eyes filled with concern.
"Both babies are healthy and safe. The little girl was first at three pounds eight ounces, and then the little boy at almost five pounds. They're very beautiful babies, sir. Your wife is in room 520, up five floors, take a left." Tai was gone before the nurse could say anything else. Yamato bowed politely before running after Tai.
"Sora!" Tai flung open the door to the room, where Sora was lying. Tears stained her pretty face. Tai looked at Sora in shock; she looked awful. Her face had several abrasions on it, and her right arm was in a cast. She looked very tiny in the big bed, her belly missing. Bruises were scattered about her arms and neck. Yamato sucked in a breath as Tai ran to the bed and knelt down, taking a small hand in his and kissing it gingerly. Sora stirred and looked over at Tai, her eyes full of pain.
"The babies. . . .they're gone. . . " Sora sobbed, her voice weak and hoarse.
"They're okay, Yamato's going to go check on them, aren't you?" Tai asked. Yamato nodded and was out the door a second later.
"I couldn't get away quick enough, Tai. . . there was so much noise, and then. . . . nothing. Everything was blown away, and I fell down. . . last thing I remember was this horrible sound. . . like a roar. I thought I would never see you again, and I was so frightened. I feel. . . .so empty." Sora said, crying harder.
"I wanted to go to you, but Yamato stopped me. If he hadn't, I would have been killed for sure. I was so afraid you were dead. . . I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't see you ever again. I love you too much not to have you in my life forever, and I want you to be my wife as soon as you are better. I can't see life without you in it." Tai gushed, touching Sora's swollen face tenderly. Sora sobbed harder, then smiled.
"I will, Tai. I promise you I will. The doctor said I will recover in a couple of weeks. After that I want to be your wife, and the mother of your children. I love you Tai." Sora whispered weakly. Yamato arrived in the room, followed by the nurse who had directed Tai to Sora. Each of them had a baby in their arms, Yamato holding Anastasia as if she were made of porcelain. He had a look of sheer terror on his face as he told Tai to take his daughter.
"I am SO not ready to handle something that tiny. That was the second most terrifying thing I have dealt with today." Yamato said, letting Tai take the little baby. The nurse handed Sora her son, and walked out of the room.
"You know what's strange? They each look just like you two. Matthew is a spitting image of Tai, and Anastasia looks just like you, Sora." Yamato commented, sitting next to Tai, who was sitting on the bed next to Sora so she could see her daughter. Yamato was right, Matthew had dark brown hair and big chocolate eyes like his father, but had a light skin tone like Sora. Anastasia had Tai's skin tone, fire red hair, and round cinnamon colored eyes. Both babies looked up at their parents quietly, taking in everything around them without a sound.
"They are the most beautiful things I have ever seen. . . ." murmured Sora as she touched her son's face lightly.
"I didn't know I could fall in love with someone else at first sight. I did with you, but I never expected to love something so much that I hardly know." Tai mused. Yamato stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the new family alone for the first time. He got out his cell phone and smiled when it showed that it still was working. He had to get started calling people. Despite the chaos, there was celebration to be had.
*Sorry for ending it there, and sooo sorry it's short too, but I am so sleepy, I need to get some sleep now!*