Umare Koibito (Resurrected Lover)

Chapter 3: The Magic of the Moon is…Shalle a la Rilla

Eiri parted from Shuichi, now aware of his surroundings. The men from the hospital lifted Shuichi away from Eiri, attaching him to a stretcher and loading him into the awaiting ambulance. A hospital worker came up to Eiri, his face etched with worry and with rush.

"Sir, your friend is extremely hurt. We have to get him to the hospital…are you coming with him?" He seemed in a hurry, and Eiri fully understood.

(No…it would be much too cramped in the ambulance…and if one of those doctors recognizes me…too many questions would be asked about Shuichi and I…but why am I thinking about myself! Shuichi needs me! Fuck it. I'm going in the ambulance.)

"Yes…I will go in the ambulance." Eiri said, sighing. He followed the man to the vehicle that awaited.

As the ambulance sped off, Eiri saw the blinking red and blue lights on the glimmer of the almost empty Tokyo streets. Flashing lights meant that the person inside was alive. Shuichi was still alive, but as Eiri looked down at him, he half wished that his lover would just die so he didn't have to deal with all of this pain…

(Perhaps in a way dying is a release from all the pain of life…from everything you've had to face. I wish I would have been able to comprehend the true meaning of Death when I was 16…maybe I would have felt it a proper escape instead of living and ruining everyone's lives. Everything would have been so different…and I know that Shuichi wouldn't be lying here, half dead, in pain that I…I caused.)

He gazed up at the moon, still big and bright and beautiful. He remembered writing about the moon once…he said it had magic. Would its magic be enough to heal Shuichi…and perhaps Eiri as well?

The magic of the moon is…shalle a la rilla

He stepped inside of the hospital,feeling sick the moment he went through the doorway. Hospitals made him sick to his stomach…the last time he had been in one was when he coughed up blood…and no matter how cold he acted, being there had convinced him to never go back. But, for his Shuichi, he would brave anything.

And as Eiri entered his lover's hospital room, he heard his name being called.

"Yuki…" Shuichi called, seeing the blonde man step into the room.

(Yuki…it is a name that never belonged to me…it is the name of…the man whom I killed. I'm sorry…Yuki…that I've taken your name away…)

"Shuichi…are you alright?" Eiri whispered as he stepped closer to the crisp white hospital bed.

"I'm fine, Yuki." Shuichi whispered back, his voice unable to raise any higher. He weakly reached out towards the other man, who walked over and quickly took the pale and shaking hand.

Because we whisper in sugary voices

"I want to stay with you…" Shuichi began to softly cry, his voice hoarse and practically silent. Their roles were reversed now…Eiri was at Shuichi's bedside, and now Shuichi required the comfort and the love instead of Eiri.

"You will recover…" Eiri leaned over towards his pink haired lover and nuzzled his neck, kissing it softly, ignoring the rest of the room. Not like there was much to ignore…a long, pearl white counter covered with hospital supplies, a swivel chair, and the hospital bed with Shuichi lying on it, hooked up to countless machines.

"I want to stay with you forever, Yuki." Shuichi said, sliding his hand up Eiri's shirt, using all the strength he had.

"Stop saying things like that. You act like you are going to die." Eiri stopped kissing Shuichi and he pulled away, gazing down at him with fire in those lovely eyes…eyes that Shuichi lost himself in every time Eiri looked at him like that. And that look…it was lust.

"Yuki…I want to sleep near you." Shuichi, without realizing it, repeated the phrase that had irritated Eiri so much back then…back before that car accident. But instead of getting angry at his lover, Eiri smiled…smiled for the first time in a long time. He patted the pink haired boy on the head, stroking his head softly, rhythmically.

"You will live, Shuichi. And you will come back to live…with me." Eiri looked down at the floor, suddenly seeing his friend's wounds. He realized that they were more serious than he had thought…

If just one more wish comes true

I want to join hands with you and dance

A doctor walked into the room. She was a very attractive doctor…a woman Eiri would have bedded in a minute before Shuichi came along. Surprisingly though, Eiri was not at all attracted to her, in fact he viewed her as he would view a commonplace item-a desk, a chair, a wall. She was merely a pretty trinket to look at, but not to touch, to look at and see, but not cherish. She was just a moment's fascination, while Shuichi held Eiri's attention always. This doctor could be replaced in a heartbeat. Shuichi, though…Shuichi was like a beautiful sparkling diamond, radiating multiple colors that glittered with pride and a surface as smooth as a baby's skin. And here that beautiful diamond lay, all twisted and bent and broken. Would the world ever go the way Eiri wanted it to, even just for a little?

Inside of the dream…

Suddenly, as that dull, unattractive furniture-like female walked towards Eiri and Shuichi, the machine that monitored Shuichi's heart rate began to beep, stringing the loud sounds into one. That sound…it pushed itself into Eiri's ears…and as he watched the woman doctor call for help, the world seemed to slow. The help the female called for rushed through the door, swarming around Shuichi. When the woman had walked into the room, Eiri had let go of Shuichi's hand and he had stopped stroking his head. Now a pale arm was left dangling over the edge of the bed and pink hair was left tangled and stirred.

Doctors flooded the room and Eiri was forced to watch his lover be played with, the doctors trying to resurrect him. Even though Eiri hoped they would succeed, he somehow knew in his heart that another life had been taken by his hand. And he watched the pathetic attempts to raise his darling Shuichi in slow motion. He saw every doctor's face covered with sweat, and he heard their cries for help.

(It's happening…it's really happening. He is…he's dying! Please…please, Shuichi, wake up for the doctors. Please…I don't think I can live if you don't open those pink eyes and smile at me…)

Eiri fought furiously to hold back those tears that only Shuichi was allowed to see. He couldn't let the grief take him over…he had to be strong for Shuichi.

"We're losing him!" A doctor's frantic voice screamed. Attempt after attempt was tried to resurrect the young boy.

(It's too late…it's too late…)

Eiri looked on, but eventually the words came, those words he had been ready but unwilling to hear:

"We're sorry…he's gone." And as the words came, the first of Eiri's long stream of tears fell down his cheek.

Chapter 3 - End

Author's Notes: Wow, I think this has been my longest chapter so far! So…does anyone think Shuichi will be resurrected, or will he stay dead? What do you think should happen?

And…how is my writing lately? I wonder…I've been working on improving my ability lately, and so I hope my time has not been wasted.

So, after you finish this would you please review? I would really appreciate it!