The Reconcilation By: Chan Yoruyamatiha Sorewa bonsaku....

Hi readers. I don't really have too much to say other than, "I'm bored." By the way, SAKURA IS NOT PREGNANT! The nurse was messing with Mitsukake cause she was trying to be... evil and stuff. Anyway, this chapter was written (by hand) during my second period class a while back so I'm just typing it now. Yay. After I finished writing it, I went to play Scrabble with a friend. (And for the record, I lost.) O,O Here's the responses to my reviews. :D

DeNice: It okay... *pats back* Remember, I couldn't resist throwing that into the last chapter. Bet that's what disturbed you, ne? It's... it's just that.... uh... *whispers* Osoroshii kangae nimo osoware masu... (lol)

Kikoken: Yup. Damn me, lol! Personally, that's my second favorite cliffhanger. I like the one at the end of this chapter better though! ^_^ You'll find out who the shadowy figure was in this chapter, just read carefully. Enjoy!

Jami: YAY!!!! You read my fic. Arigatou! I wouldn't call Mitsu whiney, I'd just say... (looks around room to see if Mitsukake is around) I'd just say that's an over-emotional, soft-hearted boy! See how sensitive he is!!? I'll bet he's off bawling his eyes out somewhere for no good reason right now!

Edgar: Yay. It was so fun talking to you on IM, hope to chat with you again soon! ^-^ Anyways, I'll check back with the Mason Storm thingy, and if the storyline (which is still in progress) permits, I might use him and give you the credit. I don't think Mitsu'll like the idea of another character in here, but if he wants to get abusive, he can abuse me. *holds up mop defensively* LoL!!

Fle: Yeah, but look at the end of this chapter! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone here except Mitsukake. I own you, suga.

Mitsukake: *Takes over keyboard* SHE JUST THINKS SHE OWNS ME!!!

Anyways... on with the chapter. :D Please excuse the shortness of it, but you'll like it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------

Chapter 8 - The Unexpected

"Call the nurse..." said Mitsukake in a grave voice. Kei watched him wipe his eyes slowly and turn his gze back down to Sakura. He hesitantly moved his hand and lovingly grasped Sakura's wrist with a faint hope. Kei's eyes released even more sad tears as she wondered what pain Mitsukake was feeling.

Without a word, Mitsukake removed his hand from Sakura's wrist and turned his back to her still figure. Kei stole one last look at his glassy eyes before he quietly walked out the door.

Outside, Mitsukake found a short, wooded bench large enough to seat two people and sat down on it. He clasped his hands in his lap and bowed his head in silence.

"Please God... if you can hear my prayer... please don't take away Sakura.... She's the one thing I live for..."

Mitsukake's thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. He slowly raised his head, his heart wishing that he could look up and see Sakura standing in front of him, smiling down at him cheerfully. But instead, when he looked up, he saw a tall man in a white coat with kind, brown eyes and graying hair.

"Did someone call me to this room?" He asked pleasantly.

Mitsukake gazed at the man in silence, unable to say anything for a while.

"It was my fault! Someone should kill me for this!!!" He found himself shouting, his hands grasping and pulling at his own hair violently, which was something he did whenever he felt guilty. (AN- O.O *goes back to the last chapter* Mitsu...?)

The doctor put his hands on Mitsukake's shoulders supportingly.

"There's no need to panic, son, just tell me what's wrong here."

Mitsukake, sobbing uncontrollably, proceeded to explain his visit with Sakura, his getting angry and walking out, the edgy young nurse escorting him to Sakura's new room, and finally, the dark stranger in the room strangling Sakura. The doctor remained silent and listened, nodding his head occasionally.

"It's all my fault! Sakura's dead because I walked out on her because I was jealous!" Mitsukake wailed in despair.

The doctor simply smiled and gripped Mitsukake's shoulder lightly.

"It's not your fault, at all, son..." He lowered his voice. "Here at Koui Hospital, I have machines connected to every patient. If she were dying, my machine would have alerted me. Now, time is of the essence. Let's go see about the lovely Miss Kasugano. shall we?

Mitsukake suddenly found himself restraining the urge to jump up and hug the old doctor. Instead, he simply stood up and followed the doctor into Sakura's room, where Kei, thinking she was still alone, was bawling herself hysterical.

"Kei..." He murmured quietly. Surprised, Kei let out a small gasp and hurried away from Sakura's bed, where Sakura still lay unconscious. Mitsukake sat in a chair beside Sakura's bed and grasped her hand lightly, staring at her pale face.

The doctor stood over by a large machine, taking some notes on a clipboard before turning back to Mitsukake.

"Don't worry, she'll live... but I must admit, I'm afraid for her..." He glanced down at her with the smile fading from his face and continued. "But who would want to harm such a wonderful young lady like her? And how did this guy escape undetected?"

At this point, Mitsukake began to get very uncomfortable. ("Akuma...") He thought silently.

The doctor shook away his thoughts and exited the door, taking the sobbing Kei with him to see a counselor. Once again, Mitsukake found himself all alone with Sakura. He gazed longingly at her face and squeezed her hand gently, now finding his breath shuddering with emotion.

But it wasn't his breath. His breath was coming and going shallow and quiet. He looked down at Sakura's chest and saw it moving up and down rapidly. Mitsukake realized then that it was Sakura doing the breathing.

"Sakura..."

He whispered the name with enthusiasm, like a mother encouraging at child to run faster at a soccer game. Sakura's breathing became louder.

"Sakura!"

Mitsukake placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her eagerly but gently. Sakura's head rolled to the side and her eyes slowly began to open. Looking into her dark eyes, Mitsukake saw that they both had burning tears in their eyes. Sakura's from pain, Mitsukake's from pleasure.

Sakura's eyes were halfway open when her vision slowly came into focus. Her hands began clutching the bedsheet, feeling the warmth returning to them. Her eyes traveled around the room, and came into clear focus on the closest thing to her: Mitsukake's face. Before she even knew it, she felt warm lips against hers and strong hands grasping her shoulders.

......cliffhanga.

AN- Don't ya'll love me!?! IM LOVED! *Gets emotional and cries* Hey, bet ya'll can never guess what chapter is Mitsukake's personal favorite. }:D Anyways, like I said, I wrote most of this chapter in class and the very last part here at home. At 8:42 at night. Yay. Until next time, REVIEW! OR I LET LOOSE THE MITSU ON U! (Oooo that rhymes. Ok I'll shut up now.)