Brothers' Love Chapter V: Behind the Scenes

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When he heard the line click and go dead after he had been on the phone with his son, his mind immediately jumped to conclusions. Blood? Hospital? Die? Was his son in the hospital! He had to get there right away!

You see, Sakuma-san had come to Tokyo to visit Ryuichi while he was on short leave and wouldn't be crowded with a merciless schedule. He had hoped to get some quality time in with his son, but now all these disasters were taking place left and right it seemed. He made his way to the door, snagging his coat and slipping it on as he stepped outside. He let the door close behind him and glanced around.

The streets were busy and crowded as was to be expected. But he couldn't deal with that right now. He made his way to the street's edge, pushing and shoving as was needed. Normally, he would have been polite about it, but this was an emergency. He sent his hand flailing in the air and it didn't take long for a yellow colored car displaying a light up 'Taxi' sign to pull up next to him. He yanked the door open, slid inside and closed it quickly. He leaned forward so that he could speak with the driver more effectively.

"Japan Red Cross Medical Center. I need to get there immediately."

The driver gave a grunt that must have been an affirmative reply and pressed his foot to the gas. Sakuma-san frowned. When the car had begun to go in motion, he barely felt a tug as it accelarated. They weren't going near fast enough. He had to get there immediately. Didn't the driver understand that word?

"Could you speed it up? This is important."

The driver grunted again and Sakuma-san felt a slightly larger tug as the car accelarated once again. Leaning up a little to glance at the speedometer, he noted that they were only going 65. That was not fast enough. He frowned and glanced out the window, trying to gather his thoughts. This had to get moving. If he didn't get there soon there was no telling what might happen! HE NEEDED TO BE THERE NOW. And then, something clicked. A sly smile crossed his lips and he glanced at the driver, his expression turning to something of panic.

"STOP THE CAR! I FORGOT SOMETHING!"

The screech of the brakes on the asphalt was definitely audible. The car came to an abrupt halt. The driver glanced back at Sakuma-san, appearing very irritated. He hadn't gotten a job in a while, so he would let this man get away with it, for now. He just needed the money.

"Or maybe I just dropped it back here, somewhere? Umm, could you come back and help me look? I know that's odd, but er . . . the faster we find it the faster we can get on the road again, you know!" A nervous chuckle came from him as he smiled, placing a hand behind his head and blushing a bit. The driver mumbled several things under his breath and opened the door, heaving himself out. Moving until he was in front of the other passenger door, he opened it and began to look around. Sakuma-san looked in the backseat for a moment before opened his own door and getting out. The driver looked up at him in a slightly confused way, waiting for an explanation as to why he was getting out.

"I'm uhhh... trying to see if it fell on the ground somewhere." He nodded to assure the driver, and perhaps himself. He had never been too very good at lying, but he could get away with it if he needed to.

Slowly, so as not to seem suspicious, he made his way over to the side of the car on which the driver stood. He gave an innocent look around and then pushed his weight against the driver's backside, sending him face first into the floorboards and out of the path of the door, which was soon shut. He quickly made his way to the front and opened the door, sliding into the driver's seat before shutting it again. The driver in the back was mumbling, disoriented from the hit to the head.

Sakuma-san took the car out of park and slammed his foot on the gas pedal. The jolt it produced was frightening and the car leapt into action. The speedometer read: 70 MPH . . . 75 MPH . . . 80 MPH . . .

The engine was roaring in protest as they darted down the road, weaving in and out of stalemate traffic. Several drivers were giving him odd looks, but he didn't care enough to notice. Horns were sounding from all directions and he could hear the words of angry drivers echoing in his ears, but he didn't take time to decipher them. The driver in the back was coming to. The speedometer: 95 MPH. It was beginning to push the poor car. The driver sat up, looking almost as if he had just woken from some sort of sleep. The tired look quickly vanished into anger. Thank goodness they were nearly there. Sakuma-kun would just have to ignore his angry condemnations for now. The car squealed as he made a sharp turn into the parking lot and pulled it into the first available space. He nearly forgot to put the thing in park before rushing out. He didn't even pay the driver.

Running across the parking lot, his mind was racing. What could have happened to cause this? Would Ryuichi be all right? He hoped so. He would have to make sure that he was. He pushed his way inside, and when he demanded to receive the room number of one, Ryuichi Sakuma, the nurse appeared confused.

"There is no Ryuichi Sakuma checked in here." The nurse was startled to hear the name, and couldn't figure out exactly why someone would come here looking for him. And then, she remembered somethng. She had see someone who looked very much like the music guru, but had assumed it wasn't him due to his awkward behavior.

Sakuma-san was infuriated. "What? I know he's here."

"Umm, he was here, visiting a boy. Shuichi Shindou . . . umm, from that band. Bad Luck."

Sakuma-san paused. It all began to sink in. That made sense. How would his son talk to him on the phone if he was in such bad condition that it could be fatal? So it was this friend he was worried about. This friend that was losing blood. And then he decided he would have to go check up and make sure everything was okay. He was obligated to.

"Um, Miss," Sakuma-san muttered quietly, watching her intently for a moment. "Did they find a donor for the boy?"

"Well, we did have one all lined up but then he decided he wouldn't do it. He was afraid of needles or something like that. At least that's what I heard."

"Oh. Afraid of needles, eh?"

Eiri was irritated. Who the hell was this 'Donor X' idiot? And who goes by a name like that? Not that he really cared. He still just wanted to be out of here. He was in the waiting room again. They had put him back out here. He didn't mind, except it smelled worse outside the room than in it.

He shifted in the chair, hands hanging over his thighs and relaxed in his lap. This was really annoying.

It took a while before they let him back in again. When they did, the other, previously vacant bed was filled. He peered at it for a mere moment, not very interested in who it was, but something about the person looked familiar, but not at the same time. He couldn't place it. He pushed the thought from his mind, watching the sleeping form of Shuichi. He appeared so innocent while he slept. While he was awake he was Eiri Yuki's nightmare. The boy would never shut up and was always bothering him about something. Suddenly, he felt he should have gone somewhere while Shindou was still not capable of doing any such thing. A sigh rushed over his lips and he shook his head. Wouldn't matter. No car.

They didn't allow anyone in the room for much longer. They allowed Eiri in there for a few moments before ushering him out again. Ryuichi, meanwhile, was sitting outside swinging Kumagoro about by the ears and humming softly. He was completely unbothered by the fact that he was there. It almost seemed like he had no idea what was going on anymore. His eyes were intently upon the stuffed animal before they lifted up to spot Eiri. He still didn't want to chance talking to him; Eiri Yuki was a scary man. Ryuichi could just tell. He moved his eyes back to his stuffed animal as if he had never looked in Yuki's direction at all.

Yuki on the other hand was not very happy about being in this place. That had no changed. He wanted out. Now. Yet, he couldn't help but find that his mind was wandering toward the identity of that donor, and why he would want to keep his name secret, unless he was some high-profile celebrity or something. Eiri narrowed his eyes in irritation, as he often did, before allowing them to close. The place was much too noisy and smelled far too badly for him to even consider sleep. He would just have to put up with it. Time seemed to be going by so absolutely slowly. And then, finally, it happened.

The nurse came into the waiting room, waiting patiently to be noticed, which obviously wasn't going to happen. So, politely, she cleared her throat. Ryuichi looked over to her while Yuki's burning golden eyes remained concealed behind their lids.

"Excuse me. You can go in now."

Ryuichi rose immediately, rushing down the hall and disappearing behind Shuichi's doorway. Eiri, however, sat there for a moment. The nurse was looking at him in a puzzled manner, quite confused as to why he wasn't so excited. What she didn't know was that Eiri really didn't give a damn. Obviously the boy wasn't dead, so why should he care? Slowly, he pulled himself from the uncomfortable chair and walked past her, eyes still closed, hands in his pockets. He needed a cigarette, damnit. Pulling the door open, he stepped inside. Both of the people that occupied beds looked rather tired, and both were unconscious. Ryuichi seemed to be peering at the new occupant in amazement as Eiri looked at him. Disregarding the 30-something-year-old man's behavior, he took a seat near the door; he'd be out of here as soon as possible.

"O-Otoo san?" Ryuichi was still focused upon the second occupant. Eiri's eyes moved to the man in the bed and arched an eyebrow, before letting his gaze go back to Ryuichi. The resemblence was definitely there. So, what? Was this that mentally challenged man's father? Eiri wrinkled his nose. This was turning into a giant soap opera.