Well, now chapter 4 is finally up!!! *people throw trash in her direction*
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I am so sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! Here!
Take my stuff! *gives out random stuff from her purse* I have had such
major writers block on this fic! I knew what was gonna happen, but not how
to put it down! Q_Q PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!
Anyway, on with the fic.
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Act 4: Death Wishes
The door of the hospital burst open as if propelled by hurricane winds. The large metal doors smashed into the side of the building before swinging back with a large force. Kuramu was able to block it before it slammed into his face, now red with frustration.
"Haji!" He yelled after his friend, pushing the door open again, "Haji, please, wait for us!" He could see the boy further down the hallway, running as fast as usual. Probably pretending he had not heard the red haired boy. Kuramu leapt forward, leaving the door behind, and ran just fast enough to catch up with his comrade and grab his arm.
The boy didn't, as he had suspected, whirled around and be demanded to be let go. On the contrary. He stood there, looking forward down the well-lighted corridor. Almost too well lighted. The lights were so bright that it was almost blinding. The distinct change from the darkness of outside and the light from in here was totally apparent. But Haji just stood there, oblivious it seemed to even his friends touch. Kuramu was about to call to him again before he spoke in a low whisper.
"Get your hand off of me." Kuramu obeyed and they both stood there in silence while they waited for the others to catch up with them
"Jesus, Haji. I forgot how fast you run," Yuwaku stated as he stopped to catch his breath. He straightened himself out and cleared him throat. "I think we should go to the front desk, ne?"
Haji nodded slowly and began to walk to the counter a small ways down the hall. The others followed and soon were crowded around it. A small, cheery looking woman smiled up at them.
"Hello, how may I help you young men?" It was very out of context, but Kuramu couldn't help but wonder how she could be so perky right now.
"Yes," Ketatamashii said in an unusually calm voice, "Our parents were in an accident. I'm looking for a ." he was stopped by a sad look from the woman. She put her head down, her light blue hair covering her face.
"I'm sorry boys, but if you're talking about that train crash that's on the news, only one body was found." She looked up at them, "And if you aren't related to him I'm afraid that I can't."
"But I am," Haji said. "I'm looking for a Hanashi Sakkidatta."
"Oh, well in that case," the woman sighed, "He's in room 204. But I'm not sure if they'll let you in, he just came out of surgery." Haji nodded and proceeded down the correct hallway. The walk probably would have been more enjoyable if they were there under any other circumstances. Halfway down the hallway, Kuramu, who had been trying so hard to be strong for his friends, had burst into a fit of tears. Collapsing onto the ground with his hands on his face. His body shook with every intake of breath, and whenever he exhaled it turned into a heart-wrenching sob. Jirasu, who was also shedding silent tears at the time, had helped him up, only to have his friend throw his arms around his neck and sob into his shoulder. Ketatamashii was trying to hide his face from everyone else, complaining that he 'Had something in his freakin' eye' and Yuwaku had decided to walk in the from with Haji, and the two seemed to be the only ones not drowning in their own tears.
The door to room 204 had a doctor standing in front of it. He had short brown hair and looked as if he had quickly taken something out of his mouth and placed it into his pocket as he saw the boys coming. "You must be the boys that the nurse was telling me about." All of them nodded, except for Kuramu, who had be placed in a waiting chair by Jirasu, who was trying to give him as much comfort as he possibly could. The others didn't blame him. Kuramu had been so close to his mother. And to have her so horribly taken away from him, it should be a crime to have him cry that much.
The doctor smiled a bit and looked down at the ground. "From what Mr. Sakkidatta has been able to tell us, all of your parent were on the train, is that right?" Again, all the boys except for Kuramu and Jirasu nodded. "Well then, I am greatly sorry for your loss. Do you have anyone else to live with now?"
"My Grandfather." Haji said sternly. "He isn't dead."
The doctors sighed. "From what I know he won't be able to last threw the night." The comment made Haji's eyes grow wide.
"I want to see him." He said.
"No one is stopping you." The doctor stepped aside and watched as the boys went in one after the other, Kuramu still leaning on his friend for support, but had managed to stop sobbing for the time being. As the door closed, the doctor took out a pacifier from his pocket and placed it back into his mouth. "And this is when the story gets interesting." he said, before disappearing down the corridor.
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The room was not as bright as the hallway outside, but Yuwaku noted that this was a good thing. The bed was placed right beside the window, which was slightly open now and a cool September breeze had carried into the room. There was no noise, aside from the beeping of the heart monitor next to the bed. The boys could see the body of Grandpa Sakkidatta underneath the covers. Haji rushed to his side of the bed and stood staring at him. The others followed his lead.
"Grandpa?" Haji asked quietly. The others saw the old man smile slightly and turn his head.
"Haji.is that you?" he asked.
"Yes Grandpa, I'm here." He whispered, "Your going to be alright."
The old man shook his head. "That's the problem with you young wipper- snappers. You have such a problem facing death. I know I'm going to die young one. I can feel it in my bones." He smiled and looked up at them. "I'm just glad I lived to see all your faces one last time."
"No." Haji growled, "No Grandpa. You're not going to die. If you die, who will run the temple?"
"The temple? Haji, you have lived with me sense you were just a baby. You know everything you need to know to run it. And all of you boys, you can stay there with him." He looked up to the ceiling. "I saw your parents murdered before my very eyes."
The boys stared wide-eyed at the man. The atmosphere of the room was not as it just had been. It was now heavy and uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?" Jirasu asked, "Murdered? It was a train crash.."
"No." The man said. He was silent for a few moments before he began to speak. He turned to Haji and narrowed his eyes. "There is something that you boys need to know. Yes there was a train crash. And yes, that is why your parent's bodies cannot be found. That is not how they died. They were murdered on that train."
There were a few more moments of uncomfortable silence before Ketatamashii spoke. "Your crazy old man. Crazy. How could.." but again he was cut off.
"Haji," he said, "The day that I found you on my doorstep was one of the happiest days of my life. I had long asked Buddha to bestow onto he a heir to run the temple after I was gone. You were the answer to my prayers." He smiled proudly. "On that same day I was visited by a strange old woman who told be to give you this." He pointed to the small, round stone that hung from around the boy's neck. "She didn't say why she gave this to me, but she did say it was of a large importance. Later, on your first birthday, the day I found you, she visited me again and told me why you are so important. Why ALL of you are so important. At first I thought she was crazy, but tonight I found out that she was correct, you see." He stopped and let out a cry of pain. Haji grasped his hand.
"Grandpa, are you.."
"I will not be able to tell you the story right now boys." He looked at them with such honor in his eyes. "It seems my time on this earth has ended." Haji opened his mouth, but he stopped him. "Go to Shizuru Kuwabara." He said plainly. "She will explain everything." He smiled, his eyes now half closed, "I am so proud of all you boys." And then, with a final breath, he died.
Haji grasped the covers of the bed, tears now streaming down his face. Yuwaku placed a hand on his back, but the boy stood up suddenly, looking deeply into his friend's eyes. It was now apparent why his last name was Sakkidatta, bloodshed. The hate and craving for justice that now drew from his soul was almost overpowering.
"Haji," Kuramu began, "Who is this Shizuru."
"Not now." He said. "I'll explain on the way there. For now though," He turned to his friends. "Hold your tongues."
Doing as they were told, mostly because they were afraid of what would happen if they didn't, they followed Haji out of the room, out the hospital doors, and back onto the deserted streets.
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OH YAH! *Whipes brow* I wrote all of that in about 1 hour! YAH!!!!!! *hands out YYH plushies* Wasn't that invigorating? So the story begins to unfold. Who killed their parents? And what dose Shizuru has to do with all of this? Next chapter should be up soon, but until then, REPLY PLEASE! I love it when I get those. ^_^
Anyway, on with the fic.
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Act 4: Death Wishes
The door of the hospital burst open as if propelled by hurricane winds. The large metal doors smashed into the side of the building before swinging back with a large force. Kuramu was able to block it before it slammed into his face, now red with frustration.
"Haji!" He yelled after his friend, pushing the door open again, "Haji, please, wait for us!" He could see the boy further down the hallway, running as fast as usual. Probably pretending he had not heard the red haired boy. Kuramu leapt forward, leaving the door behind, and ran just fast enough to catch up with his comrade and grab his arm.
The boy didn't, as he had suspected, whirled around and be demanded to be let go. On the contrary. He stood there, looking forward down the well-lighted corridor. Almost too well lighted. The lights were so bright that it was almost blinding. The distinct change from the darkness of outside and the light from in here was totally apparent. But Haji just stood there, oblivious it seemed to even his friends touch. Kuramu was about to call to him again before he spoke in a low whisper.
"Get your hand off of me." Kuramu obeyed and they both stood there in silence while they waited for the others to catch up with them
"Jesus, Haji. I forgot how fast you run," Yuwaku stated as he stopped to catch his breath. He straightened himself out and cleared him throat. "I think we should go to the front desk, ne?"
Haji nodded slowly and began to walk to the counter a small ways down the hall. The others followed and soon were crowded around it. A small, cheery looking woman smiled up at them.
"Hello, how may I help you young men?" It was very out of context, but Kuramu couldn't help but wonder how she could be so perky right now.
"Yes," Ketatamashii said in an unusually calm voice, "Our parents were in an accident. I'm looking for a ." he was stopped by a sad look from the woman. She put her head down, her light blue hair covering her face.
"I'm sorry boys, but if you're talking about that train crash that's on the news, only one body was found." She looked up at them, "And if you aren't related to him I'm afraid that I can't."
"But I am," Haji said. "I'm looking for a Hanashi Sakkidatta."
"Oh, well in that case," the woman sighed, "He's in room 204. But I'm not sure if they'll let you in, he just came out of surgery." Haji nodded and proceeded down the correct hallway. The walk probably would have been more enjoyable if they were there under any other circumstances. Halfway down the hallway, Kuramu, who had been trying so hard to be strong for his friends, had burst into a fit of tears. Collapsing onto the ground with his hands on his face. His body shook with every intake of breath, and whenever he exhaled it turned into a heart-wrenching sob. Jirasu, who was also shedding silent tears at the time, had helped him up, only to have his friend throw his arms around his neck and sob into his shoulder. Ketatamashii was trying to hide his face from everyone else, complaining that he 'Had something in his freakin' eye' and Yuwaku had decided to walk in the from with Haji, and the two seemed to be the only ones not drowning in their own tears.
The door to room 204 had a doctor standing in front of it. He had short brown hair and looked as if he had quickly taken something out of his mouth and placed it into his pocket as he saw the boys coming. "You must be the boys that the nurse was telling me about." All of them nodded, except for Kuramu, who had be placed in a waiting chair by Jirasu, who was trying to give him as much comfort as he possibly could. The others didn't blame him. Kuramu had been so close to his mother. And to have her so horribly taken away from him, it should be a crime to have him cry that much.
The doctor smiled a bit and looked down at the ground. "From what Mr. Sakkidatta has been able to tell us, all of your parent were on the train, is that right?" Again, all the boys except for Kuramu and Jirasu nodded. "Well then, I am greatly sorry for your loss. Do you have anyone else to live with now?"
"My Grandfather." Haji said sternly. "He isn't dead."
The doctors sighed. "From what I know he won't be able to last threw the night." The comment made Haji's eyes grow wide.
"I want to see him." He said.
"No one is stopping you." The doctor stepped aside and watched as the boys went in one after the other, Kuramu still leaning on his friend for support, but had managed to stop sobbing for the time being. As the door closed, the doctor took out a pacifier from his pocket and placed it back into his mouth. "And this is when the story gets interesting." he said, before disappearing down the corridor.
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The room was not as bright as the hallway outside, but Yuwaku noted that this was a good thing. The bed was placed right beside the window, which was slightly open now and a cool September breeze had carried into the room. There was no noise, aside from the beeping of the heart monitor next to the bed. The boys could see the body of Grandpa Sakkidatta underneath the covers. Haji rushed to his side of the bed and stood staring at him. The others followed his lead.
"Grandpa?" Haji asked quietly. The others saw the old man smile slightly and turn his head.
"Haji.is that you?" he asked.
"Yes Grandpa, I'm here." He whispered, "Your going to be alright."
The old man shook his head. "That's the problem with you young wipper- snappers. You have such a problem facing death. I know I'm going to die young one. I can feel it in my bones." He smiled and looked up at them. "I'm just glad I lived to see all your faces one last time."
"No." Haji growled, "No Grandpa. You're not going to die. If you die, who will run the temple?"
"The temple? Haji, you have lived with me sense you were just a baby. You know everything you need to know to run it. And all of you boys, you can stay there with him." He looked up to the ceiling. "I saw your parents murdered before my very eyes."
The boys stared wide-eyed at the man. The atmosphere of the room was not as it just had been. It was now heavy and uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?" Jirasu asked, "Murdered? It was a train crash.."
"No." The man said. He was silent for a few moments before he began to speak. He turned to Haji and narrowed his eyes. "There is something that you boys need to know. Yes there was a train crash. And yes, that is why your parent's bodies cannot be found. That is not how they died. They were murdered on that train."
There were a few more moments of uncomfortable silence before Ketatamashii spoke. "Your crazy old man. Crazy. How could.." but again he was cut off.
"Haji," he said, "The day that I found you on my doorstep was one of the happiest days of my life. I had long asked Buddha to bestow onto he a heir to run the temple after I was gone. You were the answer to my prayers." He smiled proudly. "On that same day I was visited by a strange old woman who told be to give you this." He pointed to the small, round stone that hung from around the boy's neck. "She didn't say why she gave this to me, but she did say it was of a large importance. Later, on your first birthday, the day I found you, she visited me again and told me why you are so important. Why ALL of you are so important. At first I thought she was crazy, but tonight I found out that she was correct, you see." He stopped and let out a cry of pain. Haji grasped his hand.
"Grandpa, are you.."
"I will not be able to tell you the story right now boys." He looked at them with such honor in his eyes. "It seems my time on this earth has ended." Haji opened his mouth, but he stopped him. "Go to Shizuru Kuwabara." He said plainly. "She will explain everything." He smiled, his eyes now half closed, "I am so proud of all you boys." And then, with a final breath, he died.
Haji grasped the covers of the bed, tears now streaming down his face. Yuwaku placed a hand on his back, but the boy stood up suddenly, looking deeply into his friend's eyes. It was now apparent why his last name was Sakkidatta, bloodshed. The hate and craving for justice that now drew from his soul was almost overpowering.
"Haji," Kuramu began, "Who is this Shizuru."
"Not now." He said. "I'll explain on the way there. For now though," He turned to his friends. "Hold your tongues."
Doing as they were told, mostly because they were afraid of what would happen if they didn't, they followed Haji out of the room, out the hospital doors, and back onto the deserted streets.
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OH YAH! *Whipes brow* I wrote all of that in about 1 hour! YAH!!!!!! *hands out YYH plushies* Wasn't that invigorating? So the story begins to unfold. Who killed their parents? And what dose Shizuru has to do with all of this? Next chapter should be up soon, but until then, REPLY PLEASE! I love it when I get those. ^_^