Disclaimer: Gravi isn't mine. It belongs to the great, the wonderful, Maki Murakami. I just borrow her characters for a while to torture. ^_~ Also, in this chapter, Yukari isn't mine. She's my friend's char that I kind of modified. Instead of a waitress, she's now a nurse, lol.
A/N: Again, a little cliffie. But it's not that bad, I'm sure you'll all be able to figure it out by the end of the chapter.
Dedication: All the people who have me on their Favorites/Author Alert lists. I checked it for the first time today and wow! Thank you all for being so dedicated and great!
Disillusionment
Chapter 7-Disillusionment (Part 2)
The high speed bullet from the Magnum flew from the gun with a loud bang. Unable to see where the gun was pointing, K quickly shouted a warning to Shuichi, who was still in the room.
The singer saw K shout, his lips were moving, but the sound of the gun going off drowned out any other noises. As an instinct reaction, he dove down, but just before he landed, there was a sharp pain.
Falling on the ground with a dull thump, the world seemed to slow for a moment. There was only silence. And then the scrambling of bodies and shouting voices meshed together into a single jumble of noise, almost like the roaring of the crowd at a concert.
Slightly dizzy for some reason, Shuichi slowly sat up, propping himself up with one arm while the other one automatically went to his forehead to tuck stray hair behind his ear. It was getting a little long, he really needed to get it cut soon.
But his hand was suddenly grabbed by Hiro in a vice-like clamp. His best friend's face came into his vision, Hiro's forehead creased with worry. Shuichi looked confusedly at the people crowding around him. They were all standing and he was sitting and they loomed over him,
"Hiro? What's the matter?" Shuichi asked in a little voice, now a little nervous as even more people came. Who were all these people and why were they here staring at him?
"Quiet Shu, don't move. K called for an ambulance, you're going to be fine," Hiro said in soothing voice that he had always used to comfort his friend as he carefully brushed pink bangs away from Shuichi's forehead,
"Ow!" Shuichi hissed as Hiro's fingers brushed his skin. The guitarist froze immediately, pulling his fingers away quickly, but not fast enough. Before Hiro could stop him, Shuichi reached up to where the sudden sting had come from. When he touched his head, it stung again and he took his fingers away faster than Hiro had.
The tips were red.
Suddenly, reality came back in a flash. Now Shuichi was aware of the steady pain coming from the wound. And for some reason, he had difficulty holding still. The dizziness was throwing off his balance and Shuichi grabbed onto Hiro's sleeve to keep himself upright.
"Wha…? K's gun went off and there was a loud bang and the bullet… Oh god, Hiro! Was I shot? Am I dying?!" Shuichi now clung to his friend not only for support physically, but also terrified and needing Hiro to reassure him,
"No! You're not dying, Shu. It's just a scratch, don't worry. It's fine, don't worry."
But Shuichi could feel the tickle and warmth of a steady stream of blood coming from the wound. But luckily before he could begin to really panic, there was suddenly loud shouting and the crowd dispersed as a man and a woman carrying a stretcher between them suddenly arrived.
Seeing it, Shuichi left reality again, pushing away hands that were trying to lift him onto the board,
"No, I can walk! I don't need a stretcher!" It was too big an embarrassment to be carried away in a stretcher, even if it was a wound that was spurting blood. Well, at least it seemed that way to the shocked vocalist, whose mind was still trying to keep up with the speed of everything happening around.
But at the hazed, confused moment, Shuichi grabbed onto a shred of something he could understand. That he was not going to carted off. No, not with the huge crowd now gathered around, looking on,
"Shindou-san, please be quiet and cooperate with the paramedics." A light, but firm voice came as a blond man appeared through the crowd. Tohma. The blond had heard the gun shot all the way from his office and had hurried down to see what was the matter.
Biting his lip and then discreetly rolling his eyes, Shuichi allowed them to secure him onto the hard, uncomfortable stretcher and they carried him out of the building to the ambulance double-parked outside with red lights flashing.
Hiro climbed in with him, as Shuichi wasn't willing to let go of his friend.
In the ambulance, Shuichi let Hiro answer questions and talk to the paramedic while his thoughts wandered. At first, he simply looked around the ambulance. He'd never been in one before. In an embarrassing and publicly humiliating way, it was kind of fun.
The smooth driving was relaxing and Shuichi felt his eyelids begin to droop. Hiro, glancing at him at exactly that moment saw Shuichi struggling to stay awake and his eyebrows creased in plain worry. The guitarist tapped the paramedic and muttered something, gesturing to Shuichi and they both stared at the boy for a few moments.
Beginning to squirm, Shuichi turned his head away, but could still feel their stares. It was embarrassing. Attention wandering to his breathing, the boy realized it was shallow. A tickle of a cough formed in his chest, but he surpressed it, not wanting to deal with that now. But the cough was persistant and soon Shuichi erupted into loud, hacking coughs, leaning over the side of the stretcher.
Alarmed, the paramedic quickly turned away from he and Hiro's newly struck up conversation to check on his victim. Hiro also turned to look.
"Shu? Are you okay?" he asked, concerned that the cough was still there even with a whole day's rest,
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Shuichi replied when he could get the short sentence out between coughs. Alarmed, the paramedic took up a clipboard and scribbled something down, muttering under his breath as he wrote. But he was too quiet for either band member to hear.
Shuichi laid his head back against the lumpy, uncomfortable pillow on the stretcher and closed his eyes, yawing. Hiro stared out of the windows on the doors of the back of the ambulance for the rest of the silent ride.
Before long, they arrived at the hospital and the doors were opened to a scrambling, white coated group of people. Apparently, they had all heard that a big rock star at NG was arriving and wanted some of the fame for saving him. And, of course, it had been said that the NG president was very generous with paying his gratitude.
As Shuichi's stretcher was taken out of the ambulance and rolled into the hospital, Hiro stayed beside his friend trying to shield Shuichi from the growing swarm of reporters.
As they entered the maze of shiny, bright halls that smelled of disinfectant, more and more people broke away from the crowd until finally they reached a set of double doors that even Hiro wasn't allowed to go through.
Running his fingers through his hair, the guitarist found his way, dazed, to a small lobby where K, Tohma, Suguru and a surprisingly conscious and silent Sakano. Sharing a glance with the American, Hiro raised an eyebrow in Sakano's direction but was only met with a small frown.
Sighing, Hiro took a seat between Suguru and a small table, collapsing on the uncomfortable plastic chair. Minutes ticked by. The dust on the fake flowers and the cheap air perfume was irritating everyone, but no one said a word.
After a little while, a redhead nurse peaked into the room, but sensing the tension, she quickly poked her head back out.
Tohma shifted, uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way.
K tapped his fingers on his knee, staring off into space.
Suguru stared at a spot on the floor, although his eyes would regularily flicker up to each of them in turn before settling back down to the tiles again.
Blowing out a breath that ruffled his bangs, Hiro finally leaned over to grab an ancient magazine from the sidetable next to him. He began to flip through the pages even though he didn't read a single word or look at a single picture.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the redhead nurse came back, actually coming into the room this time. She cleared her throat nervously, looking around at all the silent men,
"Uh…are you all with Shindou Shuichi?"
Dropping his magazine back on the table, Hiro looked around. No one but himself seemed to have even noticed the nurse. Then again, her voice was pretty quiet and meek,
"Yeah," he replied, flashing the nurse a little smile. She breathed an audible sigh of relief and brightened considerably at finding that these people weren't just dead zombies,
"Well, I'm sure you'll all be glad to know that he's fine. It was just a small scratch and the doctor is just stitching it back up. You can go see him if you'd like…?" she offered, returning Hiro's smile,
"Uh, sure." Hiro said, looking around at the others. Tohma seemed to be preoccupied with something on his mind while K still didn't seem to have noticed anything going on around him. On the other hand, Suguru was now looking up at them and he nodded and stood up.
The two other members of Bad Luck followed the nurse, this time not to the double doors but down a nearby hall. The whole way, the redhead chattered, not caring that neither of them were saying anything back. Her name was Yukari, she had been working at the hospital for a year and a half. She was a big fan of Bad Luck and they were the most awesome band ever. And Shuichi was such a cutie!
Eventually, they turned into one of the large rooms of the hall and Yukari led the way in to a curtained area at the end of the room where Shuichi was sitting on a bed, dressed in a hospital gown and his face flushed a bright tomato red.
At seeing his friends, he tried to jump up to hug them, but the nurse began bustling around, doing her job. And of course, the added bonus of touching Shindou Shuichi's chest, albeit through thin fabric, had nothing to do with her enthusiastic approach to gently pushing him back onto the bed,
"Shindou-san, you're going to tear your stitches out and we're going to have to sew you back up again. Now, just stay here while I go check on your x-ray." Having arranged the pillows to her satisfaction, she left the room with a quick wink to Hiro and a small blush.
When Yukari's high heels finally clicked away, fading as she headed down the hall, Hiro looked at Shuichi and sat down on the bed next to his friend, opening his arms. Accepting the offer with enthusiasm, the pink-haired boy threw himself at his friend. Hiro simply alternated between patting and rubbing the singer's back comfortingly.
Suguru, who had been silent the whole time, now shifted on his feet incredibly uncomfortable and embarrassed. He felt like he was intruding on a private moment. But if he left now, it would just alert the pair to his presence and wasn't that even worse?
Biting his lip, the boy looked down at his feet, deciding that it'd just have to do. He wanted to give Shuichi as much privacy as he could at the moment. But also…he really didn't want to be here right now. His heart ached again, almost as bad as it had the previous day.
He was jealous. Not the detesting, hating jealously that springs up and blackens hearts, but the sad, longing for something that can never be. It was so much worse than hateful jealously, because at least with hatred, there's determination. The empty, resigned feeling was filled with too much hopelessness and harsh reality.
He'd never have what Shuichi had with Hiro. He'd never had what Ayaka had with Hiro. To the brunette, he was a casual friend and that was all. Hiro had never hinted at anything more than that, even extended friendship and of course, him being the quiet, reserved Suguru had never let on anything either.
Just when he had decided that he was going to try to leave, the door creaked open and the nurse from before came in, this time looking much more sober than the happy-go-lucky, hyper girl they had seen just a few moments ago. In one of her hands, she held an x-ray. In the other was a crumpled up wad of tissue that she quickly discarded upon entering the room.
Noticing the two young men that were still hugging, she stopped and looked like she was about to burst into tears but surprisingly was able to hold most of it in. Only a loud sniff escaped her, but it was enough to have Shuichi quickly scampering away from Hiro, looking incredibly embarrassed and flushed even brighter.
Without looking up at anyone, the nurse walked over to a white panel on the wall opposite the bed and slid the x-ray onto it, fastening it with clips on the top. Flipping a small switch on the side, the panel lit up, illuminating the x-ray.
It was chest x-ray. A rib cage, spine, and arms could be seen. Wordlessly, she gestured to a whitish smudge in the right side of the ribcage. Three pairs of eyes looked at her, confused. Now, Yukari began sobbing, and brought a hand up to cover her mouth and nose.
In a choking voice, she informed them of what it meant,
~*~
Hm...I don't think the whole once-a-week update thing is going to work out for me. This chapter took a while because I had to research a little and write it without it sounding...stupid. And I'm not sure how well I did with that. Dialog doesn't like me.
But this time, seriously, it'll take a lot less than 3 weeks to update. Why? Well, the next chapter, I've been working on for...a LONG time now. It's already half written. It'll be the big 'disillusionment' thing. Part 3. Stay tuned.
btw, sign up for my mailing list! I've started doing little sneak peaks of what's coming next in the messages I'm sending out so sign up if you don't want to miss that!
One last little comment that I'd just like to put in even though no one reading this will understand it and the one person in the world who would understand isn't reading this and that's why I'm putting it on here,
"Aishiteru, Yuki!"
(sorry, that was confusing. lol, well, just ignore silly ole me)
Review Replies:
Burned Vamp: Enthusiastic, are we? Well, don't get too eager. No NC-17 fics on ff.net, remember? *sigh* Oh well! I'll just have to post it at mediaminer or something! hehe
Black Dios: X.x; I'm dead. Now you're gonna have all my readers out to kill you for killing me because a dead person can't write fanfics. lol, just kidding. Hehe, wow, your reviews make me laugh, keep reviewing!
Rachie Poo: Well, I'll try not to make it too depressing for you. I love angst, but it's hard for me to write. Just bear with me and we'll see what happens later, okay? ^_^
KittyKitty: Bandwagon? My fic's a bandwagon?? Cool! Well, the fic has been pretty cute so far, so no, I'm not offended. Maybe you just saw it because I changed the summary. I had a pretty crappy summary before. I understand your flame, lol, don't worry YukiXshu-chan is gonna be number 1 in this fic, but I like having little side plots. Just skip over them if you want.
:): Okay, I understand. hehe, well, 3 weeks is still an improvement on 2 months, right? ^_^; I'll try to post faster...
CassiToTheStars: Thanks, I really appreciate that.
Kadzuki Fuchoin: Thank you! lol, cliffhangers are fun, aren't they?
Pato San: Eep! No, can't tell any more of my plot! Gr...and I can't kill you to silence you either because I'm waiting for you to write more of War of Hearts!! (btw, new chapter was awesome! Write a Valentine's special, please???) ^_^; hm, we think alike. What's point of pure fluff, right? Suffering makes the fluff at the end all the more better. hehehe...and then again, the angst is awesome too.
firedraygon97: Bunnies? Oh! lol, right, the bunnies...hehe, well, we'll see. Keep reading and reviewing!
AISH a.k.a. Kitty in the Box: lol, wow! Praise for my first bath scene, hehe. That makes me feel special. Thank you. Sakano get shot? Nah, I actually kind of like him, he's an fun char, nice and easy to write. Kinda cute too. Nah, don't think I'll kill off. I still don't know what's gonna happen between Hiro and Suguru yet. I'll just keep plodding along. Feel free to tell me when/if it gets stupid, I'm counting on you for that! lol
kawaiidark: Thanks, glad you like it in spite of the cliffies, but hey, keeps ya reading, doesn't it? ^_~
Krisskittie: I checked out that LOTR site you gave me...*glomps* Thanks so much! You're right, wow, it had tons of fics, I loved it! lol, okay, typing! Got half of chapter 8 done already. Much yummy fluff in next chapter!
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(Oh my bleeping gods. You guys are awesome, I can't believe how many reviews I'm getting! Wow, keep them coming, I love every single one of them!)
A/N: Again, a little cliffie. But it's not that bad, I'm sure you'll all be able to figure it out by the end of the chapter.
Dedication: All the people who have me on their Favorites/Author Alert lists. I checked it for the first time today and wow! Thank you all for being so dedicated and great!
Disillusionment
Chapter 7-Disillusionment (Part 2)
The high speed bullet from the Magnum flew from the gun with a loud bang. Unable to see where the gun was pointing, K quickly shouted a warning to Shuichi, who was still in the room.
The singer saw K shout, his lips were moving, but the sound of the gun going off drowned out any other noises. As an instinct reaction, he dove down, but just before he landed, there was a sharp pain.
Falling on the ground with a dull thump, the world seemed to slow for a moment. There was only silence. And then the scrambling of bodies and shouting voices meshed together into a single jumble of noise, almost like the roaring of the crowd at a concert.
Slightly dizzy for some reason, Shuichi slowly sat up, propping himself up with one arm while the other one automatically went to his forehead to tuck stray hair behind his ear. It was getting a little long, he really needed to get it cut soon.
But his hand was suddenly grabbed by Hiro in a vice-like clamp. His best friend's face came into his vision, Hiro's forehead creased with worry. Shuichi looked confusedly at the people crowding around him. They were all standing and he was sitting and they loomed over him,
"Hiro? What's the matter?" Shuichi asked in a little voice, now a little nervous as even more people came. Who were all these people and why were they here staring at him?
"Quiet Shu, don't move. K called for an ambulance, you're going to be fine," Hiro said in soothing voice that he had always used to comfort his friend as he carefully brushed pink bangs away from Shuichi's forehead,
"Ow!" Shuichi hissed as Hiro's fingers brushed his skin. The guitarist froze immediately, pulling his fingers away quickly, but not fast enough. Before Hiro could stop him, Shuichi reached up to where the sudden sting had come from. When he touched his head, it stung again and he took his fingers away faster than Hiro had.
The tips were red.
Suddenly, reality came back in a flash. Now Shuichi was aware of the steady pain coming from the wound. And for some reason, he had difficulty holding still. The dizziness was throwing off his balance and Shuichi grabbed onto Hiro's sleeve to keep himself upright.
"Wha…? K's gun went off and there was a loud bang and the bullet… Oh god, Hiro! Was I shot? Am I dying?!" Shuichi now clung to his friend not only for support physically, but also terrified and needing Hiro to reassure him,
"No! You're not dying, Shu. It's just a scratch, don't worry. It's fine, don't worry."
But Shuichi could feel the tickle and warmth of a steady stream of blood coming from the wound. But luckily before he could begin to really panic, there was suddenly loud shouting and the crowd dispersed as a man and a woman carrying a stretcher between them suddenly arrived.
Seeing it, Shuichi left reality again, pushing away hands that were trying to lift him onto the board,
"No, I can walk! I don't need a stretcher!" It was too big an embarrassment to be carried away in a stretcher, even if it was a wound that was spurting blood. Well, at least it seemed that way to the shocked vocalist, whose mind was still trying to keep up with the speed of everything happening around.
But at the hazed, confused moment, Shuichi grabbed onto a shred of something he could understand. That he was not going to carted off. No, not with the huge crowd now gathered around, looking on,
"Shindou-san, please be quiet and cooperate with the paramedics." A light, but firm voice came as a blond man appeared through the crowd. Tohma. The blond had heard the gun shot all the way from his office and had hurried down to see what was the matter.
Biting his lip and then discreetly rolling his eyes, Shuichi allowed them to secure him onto the hard, uncomfortable stretcher and they carried him out of the building to the ambulance double-parked outside with red lights flashing.
Hiro climbed in with him, as Shuichi wasn't willing to let go of his friend.
In the ambulance, Shuichi let Hiro answer questions and talk to the paramedic while his thoughts wandered. At first, he simply looked around the ambulance. He'd never been in one before. In an embarrassing and publicly humiliating way, it was kind of fun.
The smooth driving was relaxing and Shuichi felt his eyelids begin to droop. Hiro, glancing at him at exactly that moment saw Shuichi struggling to stay awake and his eyebrows creased in plain worry. The guitarist tapped the paramedic and muttered something, gesturing to Shuichi and they both stared at the boy for a few moments.
Beginning to squirm, Shuichi turned his head away, but could still feel their stares. It was embarrassing. Attention wandering to his breathing, the boy realized it was shallow. A tickle of a cough formed in his chest, but he surpressed it, not wanting to deal with that now. But the cough was persistant and soon Shuichi erupted into loud, hacking coughs, leaning over the side of the stretcher.
Alarmed, the paramedic quickly turned away from he and Hiro's newly struck up conversation to check on his victim. Hiro also turned to look.
"Shu? Are you okay?" he asked, concerned that the cough was still there even with a whole day's rest,
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Shuichi replied when he could get the short sentence out between coughs. Alarmed, the paramedic took up a clipboard and scribbled something down, muttering under his breath as he wrote. But he was too quiet for either band member to hear.
Shuichi laid his head back against the lumpy, uncomfortable pillow on the stretcher and closed his eyes, yawing. Hiro stared out of the windows on the doors of the back of the ambulance for the rest of the silent ride.
Before long, they arrived at the hospital and the doors were opened to a scrambling, white coated group of people. Apparently, they had all heard that a big rock star at NG was arriving and wanted some of the fame for saving him. And, of course, it had been said that the NG president was very generous with paying his gratitude.
As Shuichi's stretcher was taken out of the ambulance and rolled into the hospital, Hiro stayed beside his friend trying to shield Shuichi from the growing swarm of reporters.
As they entered the maze of shiny, bright halls that smelled of disinfectant, more and more people broke away from the crowd until finally they reached a set of double doors that even Hiro wasn't allowed to go through.
Running his fingers through his hair, the guitarist found his way, dazed, to a small lobby where K, Tohma, Suguru and a surprisingly conscious and silent Sakano. Sharing a glance with the American, Hiro raised an eyebrow in Sakano's direction but was only met with a small frown.
Sighing, Hiro took a seat between Suguru and a small table, collapsing on the uncomfortable plastic chair. Minutes ticked by. The dust on the fake flowers and the cheap air perfume was irritating everyone, but no one said a word.
After a little while, a redhead nurse peaked into the room, but sensing the tension, she quickly poked her head back out.
Tohma shifted, uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way.
K tapped his fingers on his knee, staring off into space.
Suguru stared at a spot on the floor, although his eyes would regularily flicker up to each of them in turn before settling back down to the tiles again.
Blowing out a breath that ruffled his bangs, Hiro finally leaned over to grab an ancient magazine from the sidetable next to him. He began to flip through the pages even though he didn't read a single word or look at a single picture.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the redhead nurse came back, actually coming into the room this time. She cleared her throat nervously, looking around at all the silent men,
"Uh…are you all with Shindou Shuichi?"
Dropping his magazine back on the table, Hiro looked around. No one but himself seemed to have even noticed the nurse. Then again, her voice was pretty quiet and meek,
"Yeah," he replied, flashing the nurse a little smile. She breathed an audible sigh of relief and brightened considerably at finding that these people weren't just dead zombies,
"Well, I'm sure you'll all be glad to know that he's fine. It was just a small scratch and the doctor is just stitching it back up. You can go see him if you'd like…?" she offered, returning Hiro's smile,
"Uh, sure." Hiro said, looking around at the others. Tohma seemed to be preoccupied with something on his mind while K still didn't seem to have noticed anything going on around him. On the other hand, Suguru was now looking up at them and he nodded and stood up.
The two other members of Bad Luck followed the nurse, this time not to the double doors but down a nearby hall. The whole way, the redhead chattered, not caring that neither of them were saying anything back. Her name was Yukari, she had been working at the hospital for a year and a half. She was a big fan of Bad Luck and they were the most awesome band ever. And Shuichi was such a cutie!
Eventually, they turned into one of the large rooms of the hall and Yukari led the way in to a curtained area at the end of the room where Shuichi was sitting on a bed, dressed in a hospital gown and his face flushed a bright tomato red.
At seeing his friends, he tried to jump up to hug them, but the nurse began bustling around, doing her job. And of course, the added bonus of touching Shindou Shuichi's chest, albeit through thin fabric, had nothing to do with her enthusiastic approach to gently pushing him back onto the bed,
"Shindou-san, you're going to tear your stitches out and we're going to have to sew you back up again. Now, just stay here while I go check on your x-ray." Having arranged the pillows to her satisfaction, she left the room with a quick wink to Hiro and a small blush.
When Yukari's high heels finally clicked away, fading as she headed down the hall, Hiro looked at Shuichi and sat down on the bed next to his friend, opening his arms. Accepting the offer with enthusiasm, the pink-haired boy threw himself at his friend. Hiro simply alternated between patting and rubbing the singer's back comfortingly.
Suguru, who had been silent the whole time, now shifted on his feet incredibly uncomfortable and embarrassed. He felt like he was intruding on a private moment. But if he left now, it would just alert the pair to his presence and wasn't that even worse?
Biting his lip, the boy looked down at his feet, deciding that it'd just have to do. He wanted to give Shuichi as much privacy as he could at the moment. But also…he really didn't want to be here right now. His heart ached again, almost as bad as it had the previous day.
He was jealous. Not the detesting, hating jealously that springs up and blackens hearts, but the sad, longing for something that can never be. It was so much worse than hateful jealously, because at least with hatred, there's determination. The empty, resigned feeling was filled with too much hopelessness and harsh reality.
He'd never have what Shuichi had with Hiro. He'd never had what Ayaka had with Hiro. To the brunette, he was a casual friend and that was all. Hiro had never hinted at anything more than that, even extended friendship and of course, him being the quiet, reserved Suguru had never let on anything either.
Just when he had decided that he was going to try to leave, the door creaked open and the nurse from before came in, this time looking much more sober than the happy-go-lucky, hyper girl they had seen just a few moments ago. In one of her hands, she held an x-ray. In the other was a crumpled up wad of tissue that she quickly discarded upon entering the room.
Noticing the two young men that were still hugging, she stopped and looked like she was about to burst into tears but surprisingly was able to hold most of it in. Only a loud sniff escaped her, but it was enough to have Shuichi quickly scampering away from Hiro, looking incredibly embarrassed and flushed even brighter.
Without looking up at anyone, the nurse walked over to a white panel on the wall opposite the bed and slid the x-ray onto it, fastening it with clips on the top. Flipping a small switch on the side, the panel lit up, illuminating the x-ray.
It was chest x-ray. A rib cage, spine, and arms could be seen. Wordlessly, she gestured to a whitish smudge in the right side of the ribcage. Three pairs of eyes looked at her, confused. Now, Yukari began sobbing, and brought a hand up to cover her mouth and nose.
In a choking voice, she informed them of what it meant,
~*~
Hm...I don't think the whole once-a-week update thing is going to work out for me. This chapter took a while because I had to research a little and write it without it sounding...stupid. And I'm not sure how well I did with that. Dialog doesn't like me.
But this time, seriously, it'll take a lot less than 3 weeks to update. Why? Well, the next chapter, I've been working on for...a LONG time now. It's already half written. It'll be the big 'disillusionment' thing. Part 3. Stay tuned.
btw, sign up for my mailing list! I've started doing little sneak peaks of what's coming next in the messages I'm sending out so sign up if you don't want to miss that!
One last little comment that I'd just like to put in even though no one reading this will understand it and the one person in the world who would understand isn't reading this and that's why I'm putting it on here,
"Aishiteru, Yuki!"
(sorry, that was confusing. lol, well, just ignore silly ole me)
Review Replies:
Burned Vamp: Enthusiastic, are we? Well, don't get too eager. No NC-17 fics on ff.net, remember? *sigh* Oh well! I'll just have to post it at mediaminer or something! hehe
Black Dios: X.x; I'm dead. Now you're gonna have all my readers out to kill you for killing me because a dead person can't write fanfics. lol, just kidding. Hehe, wow, your reviews make me laugh, keep reviewing!
Rachie Poo: Well, I'll try not to make it too depressing for you. I love angst, but it's hard for me to write. Just bear with me and we'll see what happens later, okay? ^_^
KittyKitty: Bandwagon? My fic's a bandwagon?? Cool! Well, the fic has been pretty cute so far, so no, I'm not offended. Maybe you just saw it because I changed the summary. I had a pretty crappy summary before. I understand your flame, lol, don't worry YukiXshu-chan is gonna be number 1 in this fic, but I like having little side plots. Just skip over them if you want.
:): Okay, I understand. hehe, well, 3 weeks is still an improvement on 2 months, right? ^_^; I'll try to post faster...
CassiToTheStars: Thanks, I really appreciate that.
Kadzuki Fuchoin: Thank you! lol, cliffhangers are fun, aren't they?
Pato San: Eep! No, can't tell any more of my plot! Gr...and I can't kill you to silence you either because I'm waiting for you to write more of War of Hearts!! (btw, new chapter was awesome! Write a Valentine's special, please???) ^_^; hm, we think alike. What's point of pure fluff, right? Suffering makes the fluff at the end all the more better. hehehe...and then again, the angst is awesome too.
firedraygon97: Bunnies? Oh! lol, right, the bunnies...hehe, well, we'll see. Keep reading and reviewing!
AISH a.k.a. Kitty in the Box: lol, wow! Praise for my first bath scene, hehe. That makes me feel special. Thank you. Sakano get shot? Nah, I actually kind of like him, he's an fun char, nice and easy to write. Kinda cute too. Nah, don't think I'll kill off. I still don't know what's gonna happen between Hiro and Suguru yet. I'll just keep plodding along. Feel free to tell me when/if it gets stupid, I'm counting on you for that! lol
kawaiidark: Thanks, glad you like it in spite of the cliffies, but hey, keeps ya reading, doesn't it? ^_~
Krisskittie: I checked out that LOTR site you gave me...*glomps* Thanks so much! You're right, wow, it had tons of fics, I loved it! lol, okay, typing! Got half of chapter 8 done already. Much yummy fluff in next chapter!
GoldenWings: Aww, your reviews got deleted? That sucks...ff.net is dumb like that sometimes. Well, just review twice as much just for revenge, hehe. ^_~
(Oh my bleeping gods. You guys are awesome, I can't believe how many reviews I'm getting! Wow, keep them coming, I love every single one of them!)