does tenth chapter review yaaay! Hmm...I know this is a bit long, but it gets through an important point. And...I took the liberty of awarding the saints with last names. I am going to work with the idea that the foundation awarded them with last names, even though they were orphans. I mean, you can't function in modern day society without last names. Apparently, they didn't know that in the 1980s. Well, anyway, we all know who Saint Seiya and Sailor Moon do not belong to...thanks for reviewing Hoshimare!!
Shiryu sat in the plastic chair, quiet and composed, waiting with his friends. The sterile air of the hospital tickled his nose, and the way everyone was hushed reminded him of when he himself had been admitted.
Seiya and Hyoga quietly immersed themselves in a game of cards, and Shun sat slumped in his chair, looking pale and exhausted, having been on the verge of hysterics ever since the hospital had called the Kido estate, informing them that an anonymous caller had summoned paramedics to a local park, where Ikki, and a young girl, were found laying unconscious.
Now, they were waiting to see Ikki, the doctors having asked them to let the phoenix saint sleep. They looked quite puzzled, Shiryu had noticed, when explaining Ikki's condition. He had somehow sustained an acid burn on his lower leg, bruising on his throat, and was unexplainably exhausted. Shiryu checked his watch; apparently, Ikki had been sleeping for four hours straight.
"He isn't awake yet." Shun said suddenly, darting a look at Shiryu. "You think...you think he's alright?" Shiryu smiled at the young saint and patted his arm.
"Of course he is; he's only tired, and as soon as he wakes up, we can go see him. Relax, Shun." Andromeda said nothing, and scrunched down deeper into his chair, a grim look on his face. Shiryu let his attention wander to where Hyoga and Seiya sat; Seiya looked rather put out as he eyed his cards, and then looked at Hyoga who was wearing his unreadable poker face. Mumbling, Seiya tossed a card down, and a little grin played on Hyoga's lips.
"The immediate family of Ikki Douhouai may go in now," a nurse announced, reading off her clipboard. Shun was up in a flash, and at her side, demanding how to get to Ikki's room. Once he got the directions, he was gone down the hall.
"Consider yourself lucky, Ponyboy," Hyoga said, throwing down his cards. "A little longer, and I would've killed you." Seiya frowned, looking at Hyoga's cards.
"You wouldn't have!" he protested. "I could've worked my way around that!" The swan smirked, and stood.
"Sure..." Hyoga's penetrating blue eyes looked over at Shiryu, who was watching them dispassionately. "So how long do you think Shun will be in there?" Shiryu stood as well, and straightened his mandarin jacket.
"When the time is right, he will get us," Shiryu replied patiently. Seiya toyed with the cell phone Saori had given him.
"Should I call her now...or wait till afterwards?"
"After...that way we can tell her about Ikki's condition," Shiryu answered. Seiya shrugged and put the cell back in his pocket. Moments later, Shun came down the hall, eyes sparkling and a large grin on his face.
"Ikki's fine...you can all go see him now," he told them, somewhat breathlessly. The others smiled as well, infected by Shun's obvious excitement and relief. When they all entered the brightly lit room, Ikki was sitting up, looking bored. When he saw them, he smirked.
"Don't tell me you were all so worried about me," he teased. "Eh, duck?" Hyoga rolled his eyes.
"I am not going to reply as you are the one in the hospital gown." Ikki made a face at the saint, and turned his attention to Shiryu, who was silently contemplative.
"What's up, Shiryu?" The dragon looked at Ikki for a moment before replying.
"What happened to you Ikki?" A strange look passed over the phoenix's face, before he turned to the window.
"Nothing...it was just...come toxic waste. Burned me, and the fumes knocked me and that girl out." The saints all knew that that was not the truth...or at least, not the whole truth. They all looked apprehensively at the man who stared stonily at the outside world.
"And the bruising on your throat?" Shiryu pressed gently. Ikki did not look away from the window.
"I was clutching it...the fumes burned something awful..." he looked back at them, looking like the regular, arrogant, bored Ikki. "They even found some of the stuff near that lake I was walking by. Someone dumped it illegally." The others all exchanged looks, and Ikki cocked his head to the side.
"What? Why don't you believe me?" Shun stepped forward.
"We believe you, Ikki. It's just hard to imagine someone dumping acid waste in a park like that." Ikki snorted.
"You're telling me! When I find the bastard who did it, I'll knock his brains out!" As they picked up on another subject, Shriyu remained silent, debating on whether or not they were getting the true story. Ikki seemed to believe it, anyhow. But...it seemed almost reminiscent of Seiya's dream; the same sort of...removal of memory...
Pushing his suspicions from his mind, Shiryu joined in the conversation almost half-heartedly, his mind still pondering