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Wo ist mein Bruder? Chapter 8
Remind me again, why am I here? Is my existence on Earth predetermined or am I simply a floating feather in the long length of time?
Questions like these baffle me all the time and yet there is no where I can run. I simply must live on without ever shedding a tear and without showing a smile. I suppose I am not really living then. My existence here is only to prolong the existence of the innocent and shorten the existence of the guilty. I must be stoic to all my surroundings.
However, I went and left my role to be able to stand there in front of the tall, white building where many people suffered.
To be honest, it was surprising to find the hospital in such good condition. From the information I had found earlier, this hospital was supposedly suffering from enormous debts. Time must have changed and a small miracle must have happened. Wait. I want to change what I said. Time must have changed and many miracles have and will happen.
I meandered inside the hospital not entirely sure of where to go. I had earlier looked up the final destination-that is the room number and floor- however, I decided to disregard that information and follow my feet.
Many of the rooms I had passed were either closed or vacant. The vacant ones disturbed me more. Some one person must have been inside that same room before. It just didn't seem likely that anyone would want to be there by choice, so I great suffering must have been endured in each one. The suffering still stands strong in the rooms that are full of people, but the empty ones only leave a trace of suffering, in which case it means the great suffering must have ended in one way or another.
I wished that my suffering would end. I just really wanted to step inside one of those vacant rooms. On the other hand, if I were to step inside, the room would no longer be empty.
Well, of course I would eventually have to come to a room with someone inside and the door open. Ironically, when I stepped inside the room I found a face that I recognized very well.
I slowly bent down right beside the bed and brushed a few strands of hair off his face. No! This couldn't have happen! I could not have let myself shed any tears!
"Crying is a way of cleansing yourself of sin," this new voice made my head spin towards the door. My God, what a beautifully melancholy sight it was! "At least, that is what Ran would always tell me."
I wanted to just let those words sink in! No, I wouldn't let them. I am here to prolong to existence of the innocent. That is my mission.
I got up and motioned towards the door immediately wiping away any evidence of tears on my cheeks. My eyes would still be red and puffy, but if I moved quickly no one would know the difference. Right?
Just as I came through the door a nurse came in. Curiosity got the better of me, so I resolved to stay and ask her a few questions.
"Excuse me, Miss?" I had been able to learn to talk fluently in English ever since Kritiker had spread World-wide.
"Please, sir, just call me Asuka," Not only was her accent Japanese, but her name was Japanese. And I was hoping a very common Japanese name.
"May I ask you a few questions?" I continued to talk with her in English hoping she would do the same. [1]
"Certainly, just let me see to this patient first," to my luck she had spoken to my in English, but as soon as she entered the room she started conversing in Japanese. "Konnichiwa Aya-chan! How is your brother doing today?"
I suppose it made sense of why she spoke in Japanese; Aya-chan didn't know English.
"He's the same. He's been the same since I got here." Aya-chan just looked sadly at the slow breathing of her brother. All the other sounds seemed to be droned away, but the simple breathing pattern.
"You really think so? I would have to say that he is doing much better than when he was first brought here! You being here for him has helped a lot.
"I suppose," Aya mumbled sadly under her breath. The nurse stared at Aya- chan with sad eyes as she finished working on the patient. The nurse then quickly changed her glance to the door and was about to walk out. Before she could Aya-chan stopped her, "Let me give some more blood, I have a feeling that all he needs is some more blood."
The nurse just sighed and left the room. Aya-chan had a pale enough face already. I knew she would try anything possible to see her brother awake, even if it meant killing herself. What a naïve and foolish girl.
"Yes? What did you need?" the nurse had turned to me as I waited standing right outside the doorway. The nurse was very careful in closing the door so I couldn't get a last look of either Aya-chan or Ran.
"Do you need some more blood?" The nurse jumped at the question, but her face calmed when she saw the color of my eyes. "I would be more than happy to donate some of mine."
"That would be great," she scribbled some notes on her clipboard before looking back at me, "What is your blood type?"
"O."
"Great, I know the girl will be very glad to know that there are other people out there helping," the nurse said these words in a very quiet and solemn tone. She must have tried hard herself, and yet she doesn't even know him like I had. It is really rare to see someone try so hard to better someone's heart. Knowing this makes my heart feel a lot softer than it has been in years.
"So what did you want to ask?" She broke me from the tears that had started to well up.
"Never mind." I quickly hid any evidence in my voice and on my face of the tears that never actually came.
"Well, okay then," she sounded disappointed in my sudden response, "If you ever need me, you know where to find me. Right now I'm already late in meeting my husband. He always says that I should have a chance to live how I want to, but sometimes...I'm sorry now I'm just babbling!" A very slight blush crept unto her face from the embarrassment. I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. "Well, if you wait in this next room, another nurse should be around to help you shortly. It was a pleasure to meet, ummm...I'm sorry, but I don't think you ever gave me your name."
"Well, why don't we just start our introductions over again," from her face, she seemed very open to the idea, "Hello, I'm Tsukiyono Omi."
"And I'm Ito Asuka. It's a pleasure to meet you," and our introductions ended the American way-by shaking hands.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TBC
[1] Okay, I know it's really awkward here since the whole story is in English, but since English really is my first and truly fluent language (sad, eh?) I'm just going to keep the story in English
Anyway... OMG! I finished! I thought it was going to take me forever to write this chapter, but I'm finished! Okay now I know for sure there two more chapters have to be written before I'm done with this ficcy. Next chapter I will probably have to repeat one of the character's POV, but you can count on the last chapter being in the POV of my favorite character! Dunno who it is? Guess you will have to wait and see! Ciao!
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own.
Setting: Post-Gluhen ignoring Side B and any of the Dramatic CDs.
Wo ist mein Bruder? Chapter 8
Remind me again, why am I here? Is my existence on Earth predetermined or am I simply a floating feather in the long length of time?
Questions like these baffle me all the time and yet there is no where I can run. I simply must live on without ever shedding a tear and without showing a smile. I suppose I am not really living then. My existence here is only to prolong the existence of the innocent and shorten the existence of the guilty. I must be stoic to all my surroundings.
However, I went and left my role to be able to stand there in front of the tall, white building where many people suffered.
To be honest, it was surprising to find the hospital in such good condition. From the information I had found earlier, this hospital was supposedly suffering from enormous debts. Time must have changed and a small miracle must have happened. Wait. I want to change what I said. Time must have changed and many miracles have and will happen.
I meandered inside the hospital not entirely sure of where to go. I had earlier looked up the final destination-that is the room number and floor- however, I decided to disregard that information and follow my feet.
Many of the rooms I had passed were either closed or vacant. The vacant ones disturbed me more. Some one person must have been inside that same room before. It just didn't seem likely that anyone would want to be there by choice, so I great suffering must have been endured in each one. The suffering still stands strong in the rooms that are full of people, but the empty ones only leave a trace of suffering, in which case it means the great suffering must have ended in one way or another.
I wished that my suffering would end. I just really wanted to step inside one of those vacant rooms. On the other hand, if I were to step inside, the room would no longer be empty.
Well, of course I would eventually have to come to a room with someone inside and the door open. Ironically, when I stepped inside the room I found a face that I recognized very well.
I slowly bent down right beside the bed and brushed a few strands of hair off his face. No! This couldn't have happen! I could not have let myself shed any tears!
"Crying is a way of cleansing yourself of sin," this new voice made my head spin towards the door. My God, what a beautifully melancholy sight it was! "At least, that is what Ran would always tell me."
I wanted to just let those words sink in! No, I wouldn't let them. I am here to prolong to existence of the innocent. That is my mission.
I got up and motioned towards the door immediately wiping away any evidence of tears on my cheeks. My eyes would still be red and puffy, but if I moved quickly no one would know the difference. Right?
Just as I came through the door a nurse came in. Curiosity got the better of me, so I resolved to stay and ask her a few questions.
"Excuse me, Miss?" I had been able to learn to talk fluently in English ever since Kritiker had spread World-wide.
"Please, sir, just call me Asuka," Not only was her accent Japanese, but her name was Japanese. And I was hoping a very common Japanese name.
"May I ask you a few questions?" I continued to talk with her in English hoping she would do the same. [1]
"Certainly, just let me see to this patient first," to my luck she had spoken to my in English, but as soon as she entered the room she started conversing in Japanese. "Konnichiwa Aya-chan! How is your brother doing today?"
I suppose it made sense of why she spoke in Japanese; Aya-chan didn't know English.
"He's the same. He's been the same since I got here." Aya-chan just looked sadly at the slow breathing of her brother. All the other sounds seemed to be droned away, but the simple breathing pattern.
"You really think so? I would have to say that he is doing much better than when he was first brought here! You being here for him has helped a lot.
"I suppose," Aya mumbled sadly under her breath. The nurse stared at Aya- chan with sad eyes as she finished working on the patient. The nurse then quickly changed her glance to the door and was about to walk out. Before she could Aya-chan stopped her, "Let me give some more blood, I have a feeling that all he needs is some more blood."
The nurse just sighed and left the room. Aya-chan had a pale enough face already. I knew she would try anything possible to see her brother awake, even if it meant killing herself. What a naïve and foolish girl.
"Yes? What did you need?" the nurse had turned to me as I waited standing right outside the doorway. The nurse was very careful in closing the door so I couldn't get a last look of either Aya-chan or Ran.
"Do you need some more blood?" The nurse jumped at the question, but her face calmed when she saw the color of my eyes. "I would be more than happy to donate some of mine."
"That would be great," she scribbled some notes on her clipboard before looking back at me, "What is your blood type?"
"O."
"Great, I know the girl will be very glad to know that there are other people out there helping," the nurse said these words in a very quiet and solemn tone. She must have tried hard herself, and yet she doesn't even know him like I had. It is really rare to see someone try so hard to better someone's heart. Knowing this makes my heart feel a lot softer than it has been in years.
"So what did you want to ask?" She broke me from the tears that had started to well up.
"Never mind." I quickly hid any evidence in my voice and on my face of the tears that never actually came.
"Well, okay then," she sounded disappointed in my sudden response, "If you ever need me, you know where to find me. Right now I'm already late in meeting my husband. He always says that I should have a chance to live how I want to, but sometimes...I'm sorry now I'm just babbling!" A very slight blush crept unto her face from the embarrassment. I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. "Well, if you wait in this next room, another nurse should be around to help you shortly. It was a pleasure to meet, ummm...I'm sorry, but I don't think you ever gave me your name."
"Well, why don't we just start our introductions over again," from her face, she seemed very open to the idea, "Hello, I'm Tsukiyono Omi."
"And I'm Ito Asuka. It's a pleasure to meet you," and our introductions ended the American way-by shaking hands.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TBC
[1] Okay, I know it's really awkward here since the whole story is in English, but since English really is my first and truly fluent language (sad, eh?) I'm just going to keep the story in English
Anyway... OMG! I finished! I thought it was going to take me forever to write this chapter, but I'm finished! Okay now I know for sure there two more chapters have to be written before I'm done with this ficcy. Next chapter I will probably have to repeat one of the character's POV, but you can count on the last chapter being in the POV of my favorite character! Dunno who it is? Guess you will have to wait and see! Ciao!
