I'm so sorry for taking long, long months to post the final chapter of 'When Angels Die.' There really is no excuse for taking so much time on a three chapter story. Life's been insane, I'll leave it at that. Right now my knuckles and fingers are dark red/purple, my parents and I got into another argument and it resulted in my punching my bedroom walls out of anger. It is better than cutting though, there are only so many excuses one can use until the little gears in a persons mind begin to turn. Anyway, here is the final chapter. Enjoy. -Invader Nicole
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Gravitation' nor do I own the song 'Until the Day I Die.' Gravi is owned by Maki Murakami and the song is owned by Three Days Grace. Also, if you get a chance, read 'Kanpai!' by Miss Murakami, really funny.
(song lyrics)
(memories from the past along with what's being said)
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Chapter Three: Until the Day I Die
By Invader Nicole
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Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until
the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
As years go by
I
race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that
I'd die to
I'd die too
Car tires screeched as Mika made a sharp turn at the corner and drove seventy miles down the street to Odaiba Hospital, trying to avoid hitting any other cars or mainly people. Those song lyrics still haunted her, refusing to erase themselves from her mind. 'How the hell did we end up like this? Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed and try turn the tables? I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase. Lately there's been too much of this, but don't think it's too late. Nothing's wrong, just as long as you know that someday I will.' Those words made her realize what he had been going through, she saw that he had tried to fix things, but couldn't anymore. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel as she tried to keep her car from winding off the road, not caring if the police stopped her.
'Please don't let him die,' was her only thought as she crossed her fourth red light. She silently cursed at Shuichi's concert being so far from Odaiba, she still had another two miles to go. "Please don't leave, Tohma" she whispered to herself. She shivered as the sound of a synthesizer filled the air around her, sounding much like the one she first heard when she and Tohma met.
"I don't want to," said a seventeen-year-old Mika Uesugi to her father as he drove his car to the Seguchi residence.
"And why not, Mika? He's a nice lad, besides, it's not like I'm making you marry him. We just want you to meet him. His father told me that he's an intelligent young man with the desire to become the shacho of a music company." He made a final left turn into a gravel driveway and parked the car before turning back to his eldest child, "besides, he is quite a catch. I think you'll like him, now c'mon."
Mika sighed; no use fighting it now. "I still say this is a waste of time, he'll probably be some snobby rich teenager that just has hormones on the brain," she said as she grabbed her purse and got out of the car.
The two walked to the entrance of a large oak made house, which she thought resembled her fathers shinto shrine very much; sakura trees blowing softly in the spring air. 'How'd these two meet again . . .' she wondered as a man answered the door. She made a deep bow and announced the usual 'Ohayo gozaimasu, hajimemashite' to the owner of the house; sneaking a peak to see he had ear-length platinum blonde hair and dark blue eyes outlined by thin oval-shaped glasses. She also noted that he had on a business suit, 'Great, a suit.'
"I'm very pleased to see you, Seguchi-san," her father said after bowing to the blonde.
"Hai, and I'm glad to see you as well, Uesugi-san," he said back. "What a pretty, young girl. Your daughter, I presume?"
"Yes, yes she is. I brought her here to meet your son. He is here, right?"
"Yes, he's in the music room," the older Seguchi said as he turned to Mika. "You can go see him if you want, just turn a left at the entrance and go down the hall to the last door on the right," he said smiling at the already bored teen.
"Thank you, Seguchi-san." Mika left the two to converse as she took off her ankle-length brown boots and left them at the entrance of the door, following the orders given by who she guessed was the boy's father.
'His father seemed nice, maybe his son won't be so bad,' she thought as she neared the last door. As she reached for the doorknob she paused, listening quietly as a faint noise filled the air. As she listened close she learned that it was a soft melody, one that she found soothing to her ears. Mika leaned against the door to listen better, closing her eyes as she let her hearing senses enhance. She didn't even notice when the music ended, her mind still stuck on the hypnotic symphony. What she did notice was when the door opened from the inside and she fell forward, having been leaning on the door to better hear the music that was now away from her mind as she prepared to hit the wooden floor.
'This floor is pretty soft,' she thought as she opened her eyes to see that she hadn't landed on the floor at all, but on something an ocean blue color instead. What she mistook for softness was actually the smooth, white skin on a lithe figure with a blue-colored shirt and ebony pants.
"Ummm . . . Miss? Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" asked a soft voice. Mika looked towards the wearer of the shirt to discover an alabaster face with messy, platinum blonde hair and large, aqua eyes; large oval-framed glasses hanging crookedly from his face. 'Wow, he's cute,' she thought, then realizing she was lying right on top of him after she had fallen.
"Gomenasai!" she yelled as a blush rose to her cheeks, getting up quickly and brushing herself off as she bowed deep and low, lending her hand to the fallen bishounen. He looked at her hand then back at her, laughing softly as he accepted her hand and was lifted back on his feet. "I really am sorry, Seguchi-san," she said, not daring to look at his face as her face was still a bit red.
"It's alright, really miss . . ." he said, trailing off since he hadn't exactly met her yet.
"Uesugi Mika."
"Ah, so your Uesugi-san." He smiled, bowing to her before tilting his head to the right and smirking. "My name is Seguchi Tohma, I'm glad to meet you. My father was right, you really are cute," Tohma said innocently.
"Huh?" Mika mumbled.
You remind me of the
times
When I knew who I was (I was)
But still the second hand
will catch us
Like it always does
We'll make the same
mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this
now
Cause I know I still do
Until the day I die (Until the
day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
(Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Mika shook her head, willing herself to be rid of that memory. Although it was an embarrassing way to meet someone, she found herself glad she had met Tohma and they got along since then. Recognizing the tall, white building as the hospital she quickly parked her black sports car, slamming the door shut and running to the entrance before she could catch a breath. She asked what room Seguchi Tohma was in, knowing the hospital's routine of changing patients into different rooms for one reason or another. The nurse gave her a look before sighing, opening a file cabinet next to her desk. Mika tapped her fingernails against the marble desktop, growing impatient with the nurse. Just when she was about to leave the nurse pulled out a form and said "Room 429, up on the fourth floor."
Mika thanked the nurse and ran towards the elevators, pressing the button with great force before it finally descended onto the first floor and opened. She got in and pressed for the fourth, praying no one would stop her as most hospitals have patients that need to go to different rooms. 'Go faster, go faster,' she thought as each ping in the room meant they had completed one floor. On the fourth ping she stormed out of the elevator, running past open doors and stealing quick glances through the partially open ones. On the last room she noticed it was closed and that the room number said '429'. Her hands went to the door handle before her mind ever registered it and tried to turn the handle, stopping when she realized the door was locked.
'Tohma!' she thought as she frantically tried opening the door, trying not to make as much noise as possible since everyone else seemed to be asleep. 'Tohma, please open this door, please!' Finally reaching her limit she pulled out a credit card, sliding it against the doors lock mechanism and successfully opening it. She smiled as she fully opened the door, but her smile disappeared as she walked into the room to find a large trail of blood growing thinner as it led to the window where she saw Tohma Seguchi sitting against the railing; a silhouette against the cast moonlight. He turned to her, a haunting smile on his lips and puffy eyes.
"Konbanwa, Mika, what brings you here?"
She stared wide-eyed at him, wanting to scream out 'that stupid song you wrote' and that she didn't want to leave, but she didn't. Instead she said "I've come to clean the mess you made," as she pulled one of the white hospital towels that sat atop a chair next to the wall.
"You don't have to, Mika, it's my own mess to clean up. Besides, there seems to be far too much of it to clean alone with one towel."
'You're right,' she thought as she looked at the small white towel in her hands. She noted that not only the floor was slippery with blood, but his hospital gown along with his hands, ankles and feet were worn with the crimson liquid as well. Sighing in defeat she walked towards him, stopping her short pace as she saw his body grow tense as her presence. Instead she sat on his rooms bed so that she could be closer to him without him having to shrink back any farther from her. 'He looks so scared right now.' His large teals eyes watched her, quivering at the cold night air that blew against his back in the open darkness, his lower body recoiled at the windows frame as he peacefully sat there.
"Tohma," she said, surprised as her voice cracked. He didn't respond to his name. "Tohma." again no response. "Tohma, goddamnit please listen to me!" she yelled, somewhat satisfied when he finally looked at her in a 'yes?' sort of way. "Come home, just please come home now."
An awkward silence passed between the two before Tohma, eyes half closed gazed away from her and said, "I'm sorry, Mika, but I can't. I don't belong there."
Should I bite my tongue?
Until
blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this
hurts so much
My hands are at your throat
And I think I
hate you
But still we'll say, "remember when"
Just
like we always do
Just like we always do
Mika bit back a cry, not wanting to cry at a moment like this. "In your song you said you wanted to make things right, but you didn't now when. I want to help make things right, and you can help by coming home, today and now!" she said, her voice cracking again as silent tears rolled down her eyes. She brushed them away only to be replaced by new ones. "Remember when we met, it was so awkward. You said I was cute and I just got mad and accused you of being a guy that thinks only on looks. You ended up kissing me to make me shut up. And I remember when we got married you said "I'd spill my heart for you, until the day I die." I don't you to die Tohma, I really don't. So please, come inside the room right now, I don't want us to be like this over a silly argument. I love you."
Time seemed to pass slowly between the two, an eternity as Mika sat there waiting, shivering at the answer her ex-husband might giver her. "Mika," he said quietly, "thank you." Tohma rose slowly, his muscles aching from being in that position for so long. Untwisting his left leg from the bend in his right knee he started to get up, but froze as his legs caved under him, having slipped on the blood that had dripped onto the railing. He fell backwards from the window and stared in horror as gravity took over.
"Tohma!"
Until the day I die (Until the
day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
(Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Yeah I'd
spill my heart!
Yeah I'd spill my heart for you!
My
hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the
same mistakes
Mistakes like friends do
Tohma's eyes were lidded shut, not daring to see what was either the hard concrete floor or pure black. To his surprise he heard Mika's voice yelling at him. "Tohma! Tohma, don't let go, don't you dare let go!" Tohma opened his eyes to see that he wasn't smashed against the floor, but that Mika held a tight grip around his wrist, her other hand holding onto the window frame, and his own hand wrapped tightly around her wrist. "Help me pull you up!" she said through grit teeth.
'I can just let go right now,' thought Tohma. 'If I let go Mika will have nothing to worry about and I can be free, but . . . . . I don't think I want to go just yet.'
"Tohma! Your hand's slipping! C'mon, hurry!"
Tohma sighed, his body this hurt from the day before. With what he thought was all the physical strength he possessed left he pushed against the wall of the hospital and forced himself up, Mika pulling him inside of the window and out of danger. He panted softly, trying to regain what little power in his arms and legs. His body rested on something soft and warm, his cheeks growing red as it dawned on him that he had done what his wife had done when they literally first met; he had fallen right on top of her after she saved him. "I'm sorry, Mika," he mumbled, trying to get up from the body of his wife. To his utter shock she held onto him, long thin arms wrapped tightly around his waist, not wanting him to leave, her face against his shirt and wetting it as she cried.
"Don't you dare do something as stupid as that ever again!" she half-yelled through sobs as she continued to embrace him, his chin resting atop her head now, not wanting to leave her.
"I won't, Mika, I won't," he promised her as he gazed out the moon through the window; her cherry blossom scent filling his senses.
My hands are at your
throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Made
the same mistakes
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart
for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I
die)
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
(Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day
I die (Until the day I die)
Until the day I die!
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Hello everyone, well, this is the end to 'When Angels Die'. I had originally planned to have Tohma be alive, then not, then yes, then no, etc. It was very mind-racking until I came up with this ending that I believe suits the story well enough. About the 'cherry blossom scent' I had the idea of adding that in since sakura trees was the first thing she saw of Tohma's house other than the actual house. Strange, I know. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this fic and I'm sorry again it took so long to update. Good-bye. -Invader Nicole