Mob: Gomen. I know I took a long time to update again. cries I've had so much...uh...what I mean is, a lot of my feelings went into this fic. I have an older sister who in a way portraits Amane, and me, well, I portray Ryou in a way also. Ryou's character was what I took from my own feelings, my emotions, basically the person I am. I took a part of me and put it in him (not that way! pervs!). And from everything that has happened, their reactions, everything to the way they respond is what I observed from my own family. Not everyone has an exact happy family, the kind you see in the movies, right? It would mean a lot to me if more of you reviewed. My goal is to reach at least 100 reviews.
Oh yeah, I wanted to tell you, my most loyal reviewers who have stuck with me, I am currently writing a sequel to April Roses. It will be named "September Skies" for those of you who wish to continue reading what happens with the Bakura family.
And I hope I didn't give you a heart attack by the long message of mine. For those of you who wish for April Roses to keep going, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this is as far as it goes. But thank you for sticking with me. It means a whole lot to me.
Author/ess I would like to thank:
KuramaandHiei4ever
DreamingChild
Evilgoddess1990
Wizzu
Ryu Jonesu
Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru
Pharaoh Chrispy
Jou
And I hope I didn't forget anyone. If I left your name out, please do not be offended, I'm sorry. If I happened to miss your name then I promise I will put it on the next chapter.
April Roses
Chapter 17- Hard to Breathe
Ryou gasped for air then sat up, only to find himself in the hospital waiting room. He blinked. This wan't where he had last been. From what he remembered, he was in the parking lot. But how...did he get here? He looked around and found Bakura slumped into the chair next to him, sleeping. Hours must have passed since he's been out. He looked out one of the nearby windows and saw it was now dark out. On the empty chair next to him was a note.
Ryou,
I've gone to the snack area. Be back soon. Don't worry.
-Dad
Ryou rubbed his eyes with his left hand then turned back to Bakura who was way past dead. The boy probably wouldn't wake up even if the fire alarm went on. He could tell that Bakura was exhausted from the past few days. From the way Bakura looked, it seemed as if he had tons of things on his mind lately. He didn't know how Bakura found out that they were in the hospital.
Bakura moved and got into a more comfortable position, his head resting on his left arm, still snoozing on. Ryou smiled at this then continued on with his thoughts. Why did Bakura seem so exhausted? Was something wrong?
"you said that you hate when people don't tell you things...so do i..." Ryou mumbled while staring at Bakura's closed eyes. Ryou's thoughts went into flashback mode. He saw everything when Yaten told him about Amane. How she was going to kill Mara. Mara. His cat. His only friend he had before he moved here. Then he thought about when Amane would get better, she'd come back to live with them. Ryou knew he couldn't put up living with her. He hated her, there were no mixed feelings about that. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. But Mara- he bet that Mara probably ran away before Amane could do it. Ryou blinked away the newly forming tears threatening to fall. He knew as well as anyone else, Mara was gone. She was lost. And he'd never get her back.
The pain of loss traumatized and paralyzed him.
Mara was his friend.
If she were never there, he for sure wouldn't be where he was now. He would have given up living a long time ago. A world without communication is difficult. He knew this. Ryou wasn't the suicidal type. No. He wouldn't do that. Back in Britain, when he was around 10 years old was when he decided that he was going to do something important in his life. He wanted to become a writer. Right now he was writing for fun, writing original fiction and posting it up on the net. He wrote now so he could exercise his ability and skill in writing. He knew that he probably wasn't good enough, but it didn't matter. It was one thing that made him happy. The only reason why he was around was to fulfill the dream he had dreamed of ever since he was a kid. Now Ryou was 18 (I know, I know, his age keeps changing, I just can't remember, so please bear with me) and he was in his last year of High School. He had barely even a month left before he had to go out into the harsh world.
He wrapped his arms around his knees that were folded to his chest. Silent tears fell down his face and continued to fall until he could no longer remain quiet. Small quiet sobs escaped from his chest. "M-ma-mara-..." He now started shaking. He couldn't come to the reality that it was finally time to say goodbye to his old friend, to the one who was there with him and helped his loneliness grow away. She was only a cat. But in a way, she was more than a cat. She was human, at least to him. She was almost an exact person as his mother, even though she was a cat.
"I---i-i-i-i can't say this!" Ryou whispered to himself. "I can't say goodbye- because you're not really gone---------- m-m--come back-" He sobbed.
Everyone around him looked up from their magazines and their jobs and looked at the sobbing teen. Most of them got up and left, finding it was none of their business. When they left, the waiting room was empty except for Ryou and the sleeping Bakura.
The harsh reality that over the past year that they've been here Ryou had ignored Mara.
"I'm--so sorry---I-i-i-didn't mea-mean to!!! I'm sorry-I'm sorry-I'm sorry---...! I promise that if you come back," Ryou covered his face that was wet with tears. "I promise that if you come back- just even once----I won't ignore you!!! Mara---" Ryou sobbed, Bakura's eyes snapped open and he jumped. He looked to his side and saw Ryou crying. He got to his feet then to his knees where he unfolded Ryou's legs and took his hands.
"Ryou! You need to stop this!" Bakura said harshly, shaking his hands in the process.
"No! I-I can't becau-because-"
"Stop it!" Bakura snapped, Ryou's eyes widened. "Shut up Ryou, shut up and listen! You need to stop this! All this emotional baggage isn't good for you. Now listen, because I'm only going to repeat this once. Grow up. Grow up now and get a spine."
Ryou's eyes narrowed as he stood "Get away from me!"
"If it's sympathy you want, you aren't going to get it. That's all you want, for people to feel bad or sorry for you, you are your own person, and you need to care for yourself." He got up and looked Ryou in the eyes. "Stop crying, you look pathetic."
"Get the hell away from me! Get away!"
"Then stop crying."
"NO! Leave me alone!!!!" Ryou cried hysterically. "Leave me alone- please, just-" Ryou's knees gave in and he sunk to the floor. Bakura's gaze softened, he held his hand to his forehead and sighed.
'Damn! This kid is so soft!'
You're just too harsh His inner voice spoke.
'No I'm not.'
You've grown up knowing tough people, like you. You've never handled someone this sensitive before. Lower the harshness down a bit, moron
'Eh...'
Yo jackass! That means now!
'Grrr...Whatever, fine.' Bakura knelt down and held onto Ryou by the shoulders. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, Ryou continued to shake. He let out a loud cry. Bakura sweatdropped. "I said sorry-"
Ryou grabbed him and wrapped his arms around him, startling the boy and knocking him off his balance, falling on top of Ryou.
Yaten walked into the room holding a Styrofoam cup. He caught sight of Bakura on his son then left the room once again. "Need more coffee."
"Ryou- I-" Bakura turned red, knowing that people were watching. However, Ryou wasn't at all embarrassed. Ryou finally stopped crying and tightened his grip on Bakura. Bakura started to turn blue now. "Can't-breathe!"
"You don't know how much I need you right now---" Ryou whispered in an almost un audible voice. His grip lessened enough for Bakura to move freely. Bakura's eyes widened as he sat up and Ryou leaned on his chest. "---Can't you just support me? I mean- my cat- Mara- she's gone!!!" He whispered, Bakura nodded.
"I'm here right now."
"Then why won't you listen? You yelled at me and-"
"Never mind that right now, alright? I'm sorry, Ryou. I'm really sorry. But I'm listening right now. And I'm here for you. And... you can tell me anything. Anything at all."
Ryou looked up at him then smiled, letting a small laugh escape from him. He then hugged Bakura once again, Bakura returning the motion too.
Dr. Chitose approached Yaten in the hallway, he long dark purple hair flowing behind her. She tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention for the man was busy banging his head on the snack machine. "If you keep doing that then you're going to lose brain cells."
Yaten stopped to look at her for a moment but then quickly went back to what he was doing. She sweat dropped. "Are you okay sir?"
"…Eh? Who are you?" He asked, Dr. Chitose sweat dropped then held out her hand. Yaten took it.
"I'm Dr. Chitose, Aika Chitose. And if I'm correct, you're daughter is my patient?"
"I don't know. People in white took her away to another room quickly." Yaten sighed then sat down on a chair in the hallway. Dr. Chitose sat down next to him. "You're Mr. Bakura, aren't you?" She asked, he looked at her.
"Huh?"
"You're an archeologist reporter, I've read your articles. It appears that your daughter, Amane, is my patient." She said, Yaten nodded. "Amane--- how is she? Is she alright?"
"…I'm going to be honest with you, Mr. Bakura-"
"Yaten."
"Yaten, that I'm not so sure about her. She's lost a lot of blood, and on a count of that her blood type is rare; it's going to be hard to find her the right blood and be able to transfuse her. But- that's not the thing that worries me, Yaten. She can last months before she gets the blood, but---"
"But?"
"She's in a comma."
Yaten froze. Within a matter of seconds, his heart sank to his stomach. He couldn't breathe. Yaten fell to his knees on the floor covering his mouth. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe this! This was not, NOT happening! It couldn't be! Yaten burst into tears, not caring that he was a grown man, not caring to see if anyone was staring at him. He didn't care. But what he did care about was Amane, his daughter. The one who tried to kill herself just because things weren't going her way. He felt deep regrets because he was never there for her, for his children, he was never there. He could have prevented this! "I could have stopped this! I didn't know she was taking drugs! I didn't know! I'm a stupid bastard of a dad and don't deserve to live- not for all the pain I've caused them!" Yaten shouted, the nurses in the hallway all froze and looked at him.
Dr. Chitose glared at them, "What are you staring at? Get away! You have jobs to attend to!" She snapped, they jumped then went back to working, minding their own business. She looked down at Yaten, "Please, Mr.- Yaten- don't think this was your fault,"
"It is my fault! For choosing this stupid rotten job! It kept me away from them! While I was away, my daughter was doing drugs and who knows what else? Ryou- I don't know about him but I know something must have happened between him and that boy and---"
"Please, Yaten- "
"I hate it. I hate it! I hate everything around me-…." Yaten yelled, Dr. Chitose looked at him, eyes full of sympathy. "But…" He continued, "what I hate even more is me…for having those kinds of feelings…for not being there at all. God, if I wasn't before, I sure as hell the worst father now…" Tears rolled down his face.
"What I hate-….is me."
Ryou wiped away his tears with a Kleenex Bakura had handed to him a while ago. After the past few hours that had swept by, Ryou had finally been able to calm down. But he still felt miserable. He knew he would probably never see Mara again in his life. Of that, he was sure of it. He knew that he would miss her in the days to come, but he would eventually have to get over it. But it would be hard. Mara was his first friend, his only friend before they moved to Japan. But now that he thought of it, she wasn't his only friend now. There was Yugi, Bakura, Jou, Mai, Malik, Marik…they were there. They were his friends now.
Ryou swept up out of his chair. "Oh no…I-I forgot- I keep dismissing Yugi- the job- Amane-" Ryou fell back down into the chair, Bakura returned from his trip to the soda machine. There was a 'click' of them metal can then a fuzzy noise. Bakura took a swig then sat the coke on the table. He looked at Ryou.
"You….okay?"
"Huh? Oye…probably not. This is probably the worst time of my life. My sister's probably dead by now." Ryou said lamely. He felt like shit. He didn't want to make himself cry even more so he held onto his emotions. Bakura nodded.
"Well, we can go see her."
"…And how will we do that?" Ryou looked at Bakura questionably. "They don't allow that information out."
"Heh. Oh, really? We'll just have to see about that." Bakura walked up to the nurse at the front desk. "Where's Amane Bakura's room?"
"I'm sorry, are you relat-"
"Just tell me the room number," Bakura said annoyingly.
"I can release that information sir."
"Oh. I see. TELL ME THE RA DAMN NUMBER!" Bakura yelled at the top of his lungs.
"306!" The nurse ran away as quickly as she could. Bakura turned back to Ryou, "See how easy that was? C'mon, let's go." Ryou nodded then followed him down the hall that lead to room 306.
After many moments of searching for this '306' room, they eventually found it. Ryou stepped in to see a sleeping Amane. "She seems fine to me," Bakura said then leaned on the wall inside the hall. Ryou walked to Amane's bedside and looked at her. He blinked. Something didn't seem right. Something wasn't right about her. She didn't look 'normal.'
Ryou touched her hand then staggered back. She didn't even feel normal. Something was wrong. Really wrong. Bakura walked inside the room. "Okay?" he asked, Ryou shook his head stating that something bad was or is happening.
"What's wrong with my sister?"
"What?" Bakura asked, flicking on the lights in Amane's hospital room.
"She feels-…dead…" Ryou stuttered at those last few words. Bakura grabbed the clipboard on the side of her bed and scanned through it. His eyes widened when he came across a certain section, he then dropped it. "H-hol-holy shit-" The clipboard hit the floor with a loud clank then remained quiet. Ryou looked at him, eyes full with concern.
"What?" He asked, Bakura covered his mouth and blankly stared at Amane. "Bakura! What? What'd it say? What- what?" Bakura shook his head then ran out into the hallway and leaned against the wall, his legs heavy and soon letting him fall to the ground. Ryou looked down and snatched the clipboard off the floor, then, looking for what might have disturbed Bakura only moments ago, spotted it.
As soon as he read the whole sheet, he froze then glanced at Amane. Tears started to form once again as the devastation news hit him.
Today, April 25, Amane's birthday…
Today, April 25, Amane's fault…
Today, April 25, Amane falls into comma…
Ryou tossed the clipboard to the ground then ran to his sister's side, grabbing her hand and leaning his face on it, tears rolling down his cheeks. "A-" he started to say, but his throat went dry and words refused to come out. Instead, he whispered silently as whispering was the only thing his throat actually allowed him to do. "H-happy birthday Amane-…I-I'm s-so sorry…" Ryou said then patted Amane's hand and turned to leave. He flicked the lights off and looked back. "April Roses…in April is when the roses bloom, but all roses have sad endings…….I wish I would have known sooner…I'm sorry, Amane.…" Ryou muttered then looked up at Amane's closed eyes. "I guess I'll see you when you wake up… but until then…Goodnight…" And with that said, Ryou left.
Mob: Cliffhanger. If you wish to know what happens, you're going to have to wait till the sequel comes out. I know, this was the worst of all ways to end a story. September Skies will be coming and more things to continue the story.
Preview:
September Skies
Riiiing
Riiiiiiiiiiiing
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
" Moshi Moshi…Nani?…Oi? Iie- that can't be possible…wait- who's speaking?" Bakura asked as he picked up listened to the other voice coming out from the receiver.
"I need your help." The voice replied. Bakura's heart raced. He knew this voice. This voice was familiar to him. The voice had taunted him for the last 15 years of his life. He blinked and gripped the phone with two hands, now starting to feel shaky.
"…Amane?"
End.
Mob: Thank you for reading April Roses.
Oh yeah, I wanted to tell you, my most loyal reviewers who have stuck with me, I am currently writing a sequel to April Roses. It will be named "September Skies" for those of you who wish to continue reading what happens with the Bakura family.
And I hope I didn't give you a heart attack by the long message of mine. For those of you who wish for April Roses to keep going, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this is as far as it goes. But thank you for sticking with me. It means a whole lot to me.
Author/ess I would like to thank:
KuramaandHiei4ever
DreamingChild
Evilgoddess1990
Wizzu
Ryu Jonesu
Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru
Pharaoh Chrispy
Jou
And I hope I didn't forget anyone. If I left your name out, please do not be offended, I'm sorry. If I happened to miss your name then I promise I will put it on the next chapter.
April Roses
Chapter 17- Hard to Breathe
Ryou gasped for air then sat up, only to find himself in the hospital waiting room. He blinked. This wan't where he had last been. From what he remembered, he was in the parking lot. But how...did he get here? He looked around and found Bakura slumped into the chair next to him, sleeping. Hours must have passed since he's been out. He looked out one of the nearby windows and saw it was now dark out. On the empty chair next to him was a note.
Ryou,
I've gone to the snack area. Be back soon. Don't worry.
-Dad
Ryou rubbed his eyes with his left hand then turned back to Bakura who was way past dead. The boy probably wouldn't wake up even if the fire alarm went on. He could tell that Bakura was exhausted from the past few days. From the way Bakura looked, it seemed as if he had tons of things on his mind lately. He didn't know how Bakura found out that they were in the hospital.
Bakura moved and got into a more comfortable position, his head resting on his left arm, still snoozing on. Ryou smiled at this then continued on with his thoughts. Why did Bakura seem so exhausted? Was something wrong?
"you said that you hate when people don't tell you things...so do i..." Ryou mumbled while staring at Bakura's closed eyes. Ryou's thoughts went into flashback mode. He saw everything when Yaten told him about Amane. How she was going to kill Mara. Mara. His cat. His only friend he had before he moved here. Then he thought about when Amane would get better, she'd come back to live with them. Ryou knew he couldn't put up living with her. He hated her, there were no mixed feelings about that. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. But Mara- he bet that Mara probably ran away before Amane could do it. Ryou blinked away the newly forming tears threatening to fall. He knew as well as anyone else, Mara was gone. She was lost. And he'd never get her back.
The pain of loss traumatized and paralyzed him.
Mara was his friend.
If she were never there, he for sure wouldn't be where he was now. He would have given up living a long time ago. A world without communication is difficult. He knew this. Ryou wasn't the suicidal type. No. He wouldn't do that. Back in Britain, when he was around 10 years old was when he decided that he was going to do something important in his life. He wanted to become a writer. Right now he was writing for fun, writing original fiction and posting it up on the net. He wrote now so he could exercise his ability and skill in writing. He knew that he probably wasn't good enough, but it didn't matter. It was one thing that made him happy. The only reason why he was around was to fulfill the dream he had dreamed of ever since he was a kid. Now Ryou was 18 (I know, I know, his age keeps changing, I just can't remember, so please bear with me) and he was in his last year of High School. He had barely even a month left before he had to go out into the harsh world.
He wrapped his arms around his knees that were folded to his chest. Silent tears fell down his face and continued to fall until he could no longer remain quiet. Small quiet sobs escaped from his chest. "M-ma-mara-..." He now started shaking. He couldn't come to the reality that it was finally time to say goodbye to his old friend, to the one who was there with him and helped his loneliness grow away. She was only a cat. But in a way, she was more than a cat. She was human, at least to him. She was almost an exact person as his mother, even though she was a cat.
"I---i-i-i-i can't say this!" Ryou whispered to himself. "I can't say goodbye- because you're not really gone---------- m-m--come back-" He sobbed.
Everyone around him looked up from their magazines and their jobs and looked at the sobbing teen. Most of them got up and left, finding it was none of their business. When they left, the waiting room was empty except for Ryou and the sleeping Bakura.
The harsh reality that over the past year that they've been here Ryou had ignored Mara.
"I'm--so sorry---I-i-i-didn't mea-mean to!!! I'm sorry-I'm sorry-I'm sorry---...! I promise that if you come back," Ryou covered his face that was wet with tears. "I promise that if you come back- just even once----I won't ignore you!!! Mara---" Ryou sobbed, Bakura's eyes snapped open and he jumped. He looked to his side and saw Ryou crying. He got to his feet then to his knees where he unfolded Ryou's legs and took his hands.
"Ryou! You need to stop this!" Bakura said harshly, shaking his hands in the process.
"No! I-I can't becau-because-"
"Stop it!" Bakura snapped, Ryou's eyes widened. "Shut up Ryou, shut up and listen! You need to stop this! All this emotional baggage isn't good for you. Now listen, because I'm only going to repeat this once. Grow up. Grow up now and get a spine."
Ryou's eyes narrowed as he stood "Get away from me!"
"If it's sympathy you want, you aren't going to get it. That's all you want, for people to feel bad or sorry for you, you are your own person, and you need to care for yourself." He got up and looked Ryou in the eyes. "Stop crying, you look pathetic."
"Get the hell away from me! Get away!"
"Then stop crying."
"NO! Leave me alone!!!!" Ryou cried hysterically. "Leave me alone- please, just-" Ryou's knees gave in and he sunk to the floor. Bakura's gaze softened, he held his hand to his forehead and sighed.
'Damn! This kid is so soft!'
You're just too harsh His inner voice spoke.
'No I'm not.'
You've grown up knowing tough people, like you. You've never handled someone this sensitive before. Lower the harshness down a bit, moron
'Eh...'
Yo jackass! That means now!
'Grrr...Whatever, fine.' Bakura knelt down and held onto Ryou by the shoulders. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, Ryou continued to shake. He let out a loud cry. Bakura sweatdropped. "I said sorry-"
Ryou grabbed him and wrapped his arms around him, startling the boy and knocking him off his balance, falling on top of Ryou.
Yaten walked into the room holding a Styrofoam cup. He caught sight of Bakura on his son then left the room once again. "Need more coffee."
"Ryou- I-" Bakura turned red, knowing that people were watching. However, Ryou wasn't at all embarrassed. Ryou finally stopped crying and tightened his grip on Bakura. Bakura started to turn blue now. "Can't-breathe!"
"You don't know how much I need you right now---" Ryou whispered in an almost un audible voice. His grip lessened enough for Bakura to move freely. Bakura's eyes widened as he sat up and Ryou leaned on his chest. "---Can't you just support me? I mean- my cat- Mara- she's gone!!!" He whispered, Bakura nodded.
"I'm here right now."
"Then why won't you listen? You yelled at me and-"
"Never mind that right now, alright? I'm sorry, Ryou. I'm really sorry. But I'm listening right now. And I'm here for you. And... you can tell me anything. Anything at all."
Ryou looked up at him then smiled, letting a small laugh escape from him. He then hugged Bakura once again, Bakura returning the motion too.
Dr. Chitose approached Yaten in the hallway, he long dark purple hair flowing behind her. She tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention for the man was busy banging his head on the snack machine. "If you keep doing that then you're going to lose brain cells."
Yaten stopped to look at her for a moment but then quickly went back to what he was doing. She sweat dropped. "Are you okay sir?"
"…Eh? Who are you?" He asked, Dr. Chitose sweat dropped then held out her hand. Yaten took it.
"I'm Dr. Chitose, Aika Chitose. And if I'm correct, you're daughter is my patient?"
"I don't know. People in white took her away to another room quickly." Yaten sighed then sat down on a chair in the hallway. Dr. Chitose sat down next to him. "You're Mr. Bakura, aren't you?" She asked, he looked at her.
"Huh?"
"You're an archeologist reporter, I've read your articles. It appears that your daughter, Amane, is my patient." She said, Yaten nodded. "Amane--- how is she? Is she alright?"
"…I'm going to be honest with you, Mr. Bakura-"
"Yaten."
"Yaten, that I'm not so sure about her. She's lost a lot of blood, and on a count of that her blood type is rare; it's going to be hard to find her the right blood and be able to transfuse her. But- that's not the thing that worries me, Yaten. She can last months before she gets the blood, but---"
"But?"
"She's in a comma."
Yaten froze. Within a matter of seconds, his heart sank to his stomach. He couldn't breathe. Yaten fell to his knees on the floor covering his mouth. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe this! This was not, NOT happening! It couldn't be! Yaten burst into tears, not caring that he was a grown man, not caring to see if anyone was staring at him. He didn't care. But what he did care about was Amane, his daughter. The one who tried to kill herself just because things weren't going her way. He felt deep regrets because he was never there for her, for his children, he was never there. He could have prevented this! "I could have stopped this! I didn't know she was taking drugs! I didn't know! I'm a stupid bastard of a dad and don't deserve to live- not for all the pain I've caused them!" Yaten shouted, the nurses in the hallway all froze and looked at him.
Dr. Chitose glared at them, "What are you staring at? Get away! You have jobs to attend to!" She snapped, they jumped then went back to working, minding their own business. She looked down at Yaten, "Please, Mr.- Yaten- don't think this was your fault,"
"It is my fault! For choosing this stupid rotten job! It kept me away from them! While I was away, my daughter was doing drugs and who knows what else? Ryou- I don't know about him but I know something must have happened between him and that boy and---"
"Please, Yaten- "
"I hate it. I hate it! I hate everything around me-…." Yaten yelled, Dr. Chitose looked at him, eyes full of sympathy. "But…" He continued, "what I hate even more is me…for having those kinds of feelings…for not being there at all. God, if I wasn't before, I sure as hell the worst father now…" Tears rolled down his face.
"What I hate-….is me."
Ryou wiped away his tears with a Kleenex Bakura had handed to him a while ago. After the past few hours that had swept by, Ryou had finally been able to calm down. But he still felt miserable. He knew he would probably never see Mara again in his life. Of that, he was sure of it. He knew that he would miss her in the days to come, but he would eventually have to get over it. But it would be hard. Mara was his first friend, his only friend before they moved to Japan. But now that he thought of it, she wasn't his only friend now. There was Yugi, Bakura, Jou, Mai, Malik, Marik…they were there. They were his friends now.
Ryou swept up out of his chair. "Oh no…I-I forgot- I keep dismissing Yugi- the job- Amane-" Ryou fell back down into the chair, Bakura returned from his trip to the soda machine. There was a 'click' of them metal can then a fuzzy noise. Bakura took a swig then sat the coke on the table. He looked at Ryou.
"You….okay?"
"Huh? Oye…probably not. This is probably the worst time of my life. My sister's probably dead by now." Ryou said lamely. He felt like shit. He didn't want to make himself cry even more so he held onto his emotions. Bakura nodded.
"Well, we can go see her."
"…And how will we do that?" Ryou looked at Bakura questionably. "They don't allow that information out."
"Heh. Oh, really? We'll just have to see about that." Bakura walked up to the nurse at the front desk. "Where's Amane Bakura's room?"
"I'm sorry, are you relat-"
"Just tell me the room number," Bakura said annoyingly.
"I can release that information sir."
"Oh. I see. TELL ME THE RA DAMN NUMBER!" Bakura yelled at the top of his lungs.
"306!" The nurse ran away as quickly as she could. Bakura turned back to Ryou, "See how easy that was? C'mon, let's go." Ryou nodded then followed him down the hall that lead to room 306.
After many moments of searching for this '306' room, they eventually found it. Ryou stepped in to see a sleeping Amane. "She seems fine to me," Bakura said then leaned on the wall inside the hall. Ryou walked to Amane's bedside and looked at her. He blinked. Something didn't seem right. Something wasn't right about her. She didn't look 'normal.'
Ryou touched her hand then staggered back. She didn't even feel normal. Something was wrong. Really wrong. Bakura walked inside the room. "Okay?" he asked, Ryou shook his head stating that something bad was or is happening.
"What's wrong with my sister?"
"What?" Bakura asked, flicking on the lights in Amane's hospital room.
"She feels-…dead…" Ryou stuttered at those last few words. Bakura grabbed the clipboard on the side of her bed and scanned through it. His eyes widened when he came across a certain section, he then dropped it. "H-hol-holy shit-" The clipboard hit the floor with a loud clank then remained quiet. Ryou looked at him, eyes full with concern.
"What?" He asked, Bakura covered his mouth and blankly stared at Amane. "Bakura! What? What'd it say? What- what?" Bakura shook his head then ran out into the hallway and leaned against the wall, his legs heavy and soon letting him fall to the ground. Ryou looked down and snatched the clipboard off the floor, then, looking for what might have disturbed Bakura only moments ago, spotted it.
As soon as he read the whole sheet, he froze then glanced at Amane. Tears started to form once again as the devastation news hit him.
Today, April 25, Amane's birthday…
Today, April 25, Amane's fault…
Today, April 25, Amane falls into comma…
Ryou tossed the clipboard to the ground then ran to his sister's side, grabbing her hand and leaning his face on it, tears rolling down his cheeks. "A-" he started to say, but his throat went dry and words refused to come out. Instead, he whispered silently as whispering was the only thing his throat actually allowed him to do. "H-happy birthday Amane-…I-I'm s-so sorry…" Ryou said then patted Amane's hand and turned to leave. He flicked the lights off and looked back. "April Roses…in April is when the roses bloom, but all roses have sad endings…….I wish I would have known sooner…I'm sorry, Amane.…" Ryou muttered then looked up at Amane's closed eyes. "I guess I'll see you when you wake up… but until then…Goodnight…" And with that said, Ryou left.
Mob: Cliffhanger. If you wish to know what happens, you're going to have to wait till the sequel comes out. I know, this was the worst of all ways to end a story. September Skies will be coming and more things to continue the story.
Preview:
September Skies
Riiiing
Riiiiiiiiiiiing
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
" Moshi Moshi…Nani?…Oi? Iie- that can't be possible…wait- who's speaking?" Bakura asked as he picked up listened to the other voice coming out from the receiver.
"I need your help." The voice replied. Bakura's heart raced. He knew this voice. This voice was familiar to him. The voice had taunted him for the last 15 years of his life. He blinked and gripped the phone with two hands, now starting to feel shaky.
"…Amane?"
End.
Mob: Thank you for reading April Roses.