Hello! Hello! Guess what, I finally have an idea for this story's end. It should end in about five or so chapters!!
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Chapter Six: They have met, but don't know it!
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And the moon shines beyond the earth,
Giving off its light to others
That's how I feel,
A person missing the light.
"GR!" I growl to myself. I hated flying in airplanes."Could you please be quite, dearie? Other passengers are trying to sleep, why don't you try that?" she sweetly prodded. In truth, she had already said that five times in the past hour, along with giving me warm milk as a drink when the cart came around.
I ignored her and turned to a new sheet of paper from the abandoned house I used to live in. the doctor sold it in order to pay for my surgery. He let me keep a few things, but unfortunately, my computer was not among these items.
But, my dairy, a few pens, and a photo of my biological mother. He also gave me a set of clothes from his daughter, who grew out of them. My clothes were almost torn beyond recognition.
"We'll be landing soon," I heard a stewardess say behind me.
"Good! That brat over there," I could sense the lady from before was pointing at me, "is so stuck up and stubborn, not to mention rude!"
I gazed downwards like an ashamed child who has done something wrong.
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"Bakura! Please stop," Ryou begged, blood beginning to bubble out of his mouth as Bakura kicking him in the ribs yet again.
"NO! you weak, pathetic, white mouse!" his Yami growled, reaching towards his back pocket, which Ryou knew held his knife.
Ryou shuddered and screamed and the knife was brought down on his arm, again and again, until there was so much blood on his arm, that skin was gone from view.
His vision danced, and his thoughts slowed into a murmur, he collapse onto the floor. The phone rang, and not a second later, the phone line was cut. Bakura walked out, clean, and strolled over to Marik's, hoping he didn't miss and fun Malik torture.
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The hospital walls were white as eggs, and it terrified her. Hospitals were never her place, and (come to think of it) neither was anywhere else.
My arm was throbbing dully, that medicine was working almost perfectly.
I hear yells and a couple shouts, then a doctor entered, followed by a stretcher. On the stretcher, an albino boy lay quietly, he was covered in blood almost dried. The doctor and a few nurses began wiping him down with washcloths, then the doctor inserted an I.V. (it stands for inter-venial) into his arm. Just like me, his arm was twisted and cut up beyond recognition.
The doctor caught me staring, he walked up and said, "He needs the same operation as you, do you mind sharing a room with him?"
I looked over, and had a full view of his pale face. The nurses had went away, and the doctor saw me rather curious.
"Crescent?" he asked, handing me a pill.
"Yes?" I replied, swallowing the pill dry.
"His name is Ryou, he could awake at any time. Could you do me a favour and explain to him where he is? Make him comfortable?"
"Yeah, sure."
The doctor left, his white lab coat flying back a little bit.
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Though it pained her arm, she lent over and grabbed her notebook. She flipped past the bunch of poems she had written, and found the one she had begun on the plane. She decided to continue. And the moon shines beyond the earth,
Giving off its light to others
That's how I feel,
A person missing the light.
But, no!
I am not alone!
That's how I feel,
Connected to another!
The sun shines on everyone,
The sun is reality,
That's how I feel,
Reality gone wrong.
The moon is luck, love, and living life,
It doesn't shine on me,
That's how I feel,
No luck, no love, no life.
This is me,
A lightless dark,
This is now I feel,
No white in sight.
She closed the notebook when she heard rustling, the albino next to her was murmuring and moaning."Are you alright?" she asked, still unsure of how awake the boy was.
"Who's that?" he asked, sitting up. His eyes fluttered open with some difficulty, and he looked around nervously.
"Uh, hi?" she said awkwardly, noticing that his eyes were indeed chocolate brown, and he wasn't an albino after all.
"Who're you?" he asked, shaking slightly.
"I'm your room mate. You're at Domino City Hospital," Cresent replied, placing her tattered notebook on the table next to her bed.
"What happened?" he asked, frightened.
"You're hurt, and require an operation similar to mine. I'm supposed to comfort you and stuff, but frankly: I don't know quite how to," she explained, sitting up. Her arm throbbed and protested, but she did indeed sit up. When he tried to do the same he gritted his teeth, and she told him to stop.
"How long have I been here for?" he asked, looking at the digital clock.
She paused for a minute and said, "About two hours."
"Does my father know I'm here?" he whispered, apparently talking normally had made him tired.
"I'm not sure, but you need rest, so go ahead and sleep all you want," Crescent added.
"Okay. . ." he nodded off into dreamland.
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