A Fork in the Road
by doink-chan
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Disclaimer: Once again, Full Moon wo Sagashite is ©2002-2004 Tanemura Arina and Shueisha. I'm not associated with Arina, Shueisha, or any other people and companies associated with FMoS.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A note from the doink:
Thank you for all your reviews. I loved reading them all. btw, note to the flamer: Oh boo hoo hoo…not. If you don't like my fic for whatever reason at least be polite about it and tell doinkies what I can do to improve it. Don't just go and be all rude about it.
Here is the new chapter!
Chapter 2
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
The last thing I heard before going in the ambulance was a siren wailing…and then I drifted out of consciousness for a while. I could see a bright light, and a voice saying my name over and over again…a male voice, one I could just faintly recognize. Could it be the person that I have been longing for…?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Mitsuki!!! Mitsuki, are you all right?"
I heard a voice calling to me…it was Ooshige-san's voice, but it seemed far off in the distance.
"Mitsuki!!!!!"
I opened my eyes slowly, and took in my surroundings. Wakaouji-sensei and Ooshige-san were by my hospital bed, and an IV was attached to me. I had gotten used to the hospital by now. After all, I went to it often ever since I was diagnosed with sarcoma. However, I knew that someday, in this hospital, I would die. Indeed, I could die probably at any moment, especially since I was still continuing with my singing career.
I sat up in the bed and said "Ooshige-san…will I still be able to record my new single and hold the concert at the Tokyo Dome?" Ooshige-san said "Ye-" before Wakaouji-sensei interrupted with "You have to take it easy and rest a while, Mitsuki…we don't want you to get sick again. Besides, you aren't fully recovered yet. You'll probably have to spend a few more days in the hospital."
"And then…?" I asked.
"You should probably avoid holding really large and long concerts…they'll put a strain on your throat," Wakaouji-sensei said with a concerned look.
"Eh?" I had been looking forward to the concert…then, I could reconnect with my fans, and perhaps even the shinigami would come back…No, Mitsuki, I thought to myself. The shinigami are gone now. You do not need them anymore.
That was what I tried to tell myself, but still, there was a part of me that longed for them. In that one year I had gotten to know Takuto, Meroko, Izumi and Jonathan, they had become dear friends to me…even when Izumi and Jonathan turned their back on me. It was Takuto most of all who I longed to see…just as much as I did Eichi. But Eichi died a long time ago, and he was just a distant memory…and yet there was a part of me that still loves him.
"Don't worry, Mitsuki. I'm sure we could have the concert at another time," Ooshige-san said.
But when would that time be?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
To pass the time in the hospital, I would often think of lyrics to new songs, and write them down in my lyrics notebook that Ooshige-san left for me one day. There was a time when it had hurt too much to write, because it would make me think of who I would never have again. Now, though, I was able to let all my feelings pour out in my songs just as I had before.
As I put the notebook down one day, I noticed a small piece of paper near my bed. I had seen this paper before, and felt it clutched in my hand on the night I went to the hospital, and I was curious to know who would leave it there. I picked it up and unfolded it. On the paper was written this message:
"Mitsuki,
I will be seeing you soon."
There was no name written on the paper.
And at that point, I wondered who could have written it…
Could it be Takuto or Meroko?
Or could it be Sheldon or Izumi, planning to take my life…
End of Chapter 2
