Lil Yaten Fae – Thankies! It's i'm busy, too. ^^ Happy New Year!
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Noami Hunter – Wait until you see the fic I have ready to be typed if you like Toh-Ryu. And yes, a bit of a sci-fi twistie, but oh well. This IS me, after all. hehehe ^^
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Sorry this is so short, but at least i'm not abandoning it, ne? NE? lol
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Yuki Eiri was going insane. Seguchi Tohma was dying. Not dead, but getting dangerously close. Too close. It was a living hell, and to top it off, there was no smoking allowed in this building. Damnit all to hell.
Shuichi was getting annoyed. Tohma's link to him was weak and flickering madly. This guy was in serious need of a jump start. Shuichi began walking down the hallway. His link to Tohma didn't carry by distance, so he might as well be in Kyoto for the good it did. His eyes glowed dimly as he tried desperately to get some juice back into Tohma.
The doctors were perplexed as Tohma's heart rate stabilized. They were hopeful, but didn't let it on. Tohma still lay there, perfectly still, with no color to him at all, looking every bit as if he were carved from ice.
Ryuichi kept one hand on the doorway, listening for any information he could use. Nothing. His chest was tight, constricted with emotion. The doctors weren't yelling anymore, which was either very good or the worst thing he could imagine. And not being able to know which it was... it was too much. He held an arm out in front of him half-heartedly. Surely, someone would stop him. Why weren't they stopping him? His hand touched cold metal, and he allowed himself a small glimmer of pride at having found the bed without looking like a total idiot. His hand traveled upward, and his eyes filled with tears yet again as his sensitive fingers grazed wires upon wires.
Shuichi felt relieved as Tohma received the energy he transferred.
...Seguchi-san... I need to know if you can hear me. Please, try and respond...
Tohma's entire being lurched, sending him rocketing back into clarity. He felt stronger having heard Shuichi's voice, even if he didn't understand it. Was this Shuichi's power?
....Shindou-san... Are you there?...
.... Thank the Gods. Yes, i'm here. Listen to me. You are in a coma. You need to wake up. Without this link, your body is too weak to wake up again. You must try, and it must be now....
...How do I do it? Oh, Eiri-san must be so worried...
Shuichi smiled. There, got it. Tohma needed to find a foothold, a hook, something to grasp onto to pull himself out the unusual state he was in. If only Shuichi could get the connection stronger... I had been so long since he tried.
Ryuichi was holding Tohma's hand, muttering words in a soothing tone. "Tohma, I know you're in there. It's Ryuu-chan... Tohma, please wake up... I... You can't die. You just can't! I won't let you... I just... I HAVE to SEE you, Tohma... My eyes are blind but my heart is not, and I can't bear this any longer! Tohma, please... please wake up..." Ryuichi said, holding the chilly hand to his cheek, his tears spilling over it to the pristine white sheets below.
...Shindou-san... I think... I hear Ryuichi...
...Good! That's very good. See if you can talk to him like you talk to me. It may not work at first, but please try....
Shuichi stood behind Ryuichi in the doorway. The idol hadn't heard him over his sobbing, so his connection to Tohma was, for the moment, uninterrupted.
Tohma concentrated as hard as he could, feeling his head start to hurt again. Brows furrowed, he tried to call out.
"Ryuu..." Came a tiny, hoarse whisper.