A/N: Hey Guys! Gomen for the long wait for the continuation of this story but had been busy. And since today, the weather was exactly like the one I had on the day I started this fic, I decided to do one more chapter before putting it on permanent pending until my End-Of-Year exam is over.
Also, some of you may ask why I have to use a human heart for transplant, well, it is just for the plot's sake. And if some of you find this impossible, then I apologize for the illogicalness. By the way, a normal heart transplant operation takes about 5-6 hours; but since this is transferring from one person to another... I made it longer.
Alright, on with the story.
/.../ denotes thoughts
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Disclaimer: don't skip the chapters and you'll know.
Chapter IV
"Are you sure of what you're dong?"
"Yes."
"Really? You are not going to regret? I mean... there's no going back once you step into the room." /And I don't want to lose you. I don't want! But I can't say it because you only love him... I'm only your best friend... always a friend.../
"I don't know if I'll regret. But I know I'll definitely hate myself my whole life if I just let Hana-kun die."
"But Rukawa..."
"No, Rukawa cannot donate his heart... if he dies, Hana-kun would never forgive himself and will never be happy..."
"..." /And I know I'll never forgive myself for letting you go just like this./
"If I don't donate my heart, Hana-kun's going to die..."
"But..."
"No... don't worry about me. I know I make the right choice so my mind's set, don't try to dissuade me, for I know this is the best way..."
"Best way...?" /Really? I know I'm selfish... but why can't you just leave them to themselves? Do you know that...that... I love you. But I guess you'll never know because I'm a coward.../
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/This is it. The day Hana receives his new heart./ Rukawa thought as he paced the ward, waiting for the nurses to bring Hanamichi to the operation theatre, bring him to a 10-hour long operation that would bring him back to life. /And after today... I'm going to start a new life with Hana./
His thought was interrupted when two nurses came in. They pushed Hanamichi out of the room on a stretcher trolley. Rukawa quickly followed and he caught up with the moving stretcher. He grabbed Hanamichi's lifeless hand and gave it a small squeeze.
"You'll be alright soon," he said as he watched the nurses wheel his unconscious boyfriend into the operation theatre. Kogure was already all equipped with his surgery gown and gloves.
"I'll do my best... for two of my best friends are inside... one receiving life... one giving away..." Kogure patted Rukawa on his back and went into the operation theatre.
Rukawa was too nervous and worried about his boyfriend to really hear what Kogure said. The door to the operation theatre closed and Rukawa could only stare at it, sitting on the bench. All he could do now was to wait... wait for ten hours. Ten hours later, he would have his boyfriend back. Ten hours later, he would have his sunshine, his love, his life back.
But now, all he could do was to wait and put all his trust in his sempai and in Hanamichi. And he could only pray that his Hana could pull through the operation.
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A figure could be seen standing at the corner leading to the passageway of the operation theatre. He had been there for as long as that raven-haired boy had been on the bench outside the operation theatre. Maybe even longer. But he neither went over to sit on the bench nor did he remove himself from the position.
One wondered how he managed to keep in this position and not move for more than five hours. Even that boy over at the bench had stood up and stretched his legs a bit for quite a few times now. But this boy stayed in his position for he had only one thought in his mind – his best friend, the boy he had loved but did not love him back, was now half-way gone, from this world.
The tall boy by the standard of Japanese boys had short black hair that reached his ears; a clean face with soft brown eyes that shone with pain. This boy's face - no longer with his usual frown - showed real hurt and sadness. Yes, this boy was definitely enveloped in an aura of sadness and helplessness. And this boy was... Koshino Hiroaki. And he was grieving for the fact that he was losing a little of Sendoh Akira by the second and yet he did nothing; and yet, he said nothing when he should have last night. And for this, he hated himself. For this, he was going to regret his whole life.
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Six hours had past now and Rukawa was getting more anxious by the minute. The feeling was eating into him so he stood up and paced around to relive some of the trapped emotion.
/I should get a cup of coffee.../ Rukawa thought as his eyelids involuntarily slipped closed. He turned the corner but stopped. Someone was at the corner. Someone familiar.
"Ko... Koshino?"
A/N: Here is where I'll stop 'til exam is over. So this is PENDING permanently for 1 month or more! And sorry to all SenKosh fans # I'm one myself... but... SORRY! # and sorry for the incredibly slow pace of this story. But at least I added some elements and now you know who is going to die, ne? #sobz: poor Sendoh... Gomen nasai ne!# And let's just assume that Kogure and Sendoh managed to became good friends too #I like to think that everyone is good friends with everyone... well, at least the more prominent yaoi couples.#
## TBC ##
