Discliamer: I don't own digimon. There is a lot of self harm in this story. I do not endorse self harm. There is shounen-ai in this story.
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So now after such a long wait I give you the final chapter of "Will You Be My Bandaid?"
Chapter four
Ken dashed into the hospital, his breathing ragged. he ran up to the counter and screamed at the startled receptionist, "Where is he? Where is Takeru?" He felt a hand on his arm and turned to see Kari standing there. "Thanks for coming, Ken. You can see him soon. Just wait for one second."
"I want to see him now, Kari."
"Please wait."
"Take me there."
"I can't." he grabbed her arm with fingers like pincers. "Please."
She led him down the corridors. All the same, all white, all smelling of disinfectant and all stifling.
Please be okay.
She brought him to a private room. Through the window Ken saw Takeru lying down attached to a drip. His eyes were closed and from Kari's expression Ken guessed he wasn't sleeping. His brother, Yamato, sat next to him with his head bent. He looked up at the window and his cheeks turned red. Ken pulled open the door and Matt flung himself at the blue haired teen. "How dare you show your face here? You freak!"
"I just want to see T.K. That's all. I'm not here to cause problems."
Matt grabbed Ken's head with his large hands and forced Ken to look at Takeru. "You've already caused problems, you fool! He's in a coma because of you. He might never wake up! T.K was always so happy and you spoiled it for him."
Ken pushed away from Matt's grasp. "I never, I didn't mean to...I..."
"Get out of here or I'll call the police."
"I just need to know what's wrong with him." begged Ken blinking to hold back his tears.
"He nearly bled to death because you'd messed with his head." Yamato started to haul Ken away and the boy took one last look and the only person he'd connected with so fully, the one he...what was the use? T.K was going to die and Ken would never say goodbye. And then he noticed it. Takeru's wrists were wrapped in tight bandages.
Tuesday 15th June
"I can't believe you convinced me to do this," Davis whispered.
"Look it's partly our fault." answered his girlfriend.
"How? We never told T.P to go and cut his freaking wrists."
"Look, no-one can tell what pushes people to do mad things like this. No-one can say it was any individual's fault."
"I can." came a voice out of the dark. "It's mine."
Davis squirmed in the awkward silence. "Ken, I know you man, you never would have hurt T.K."
"You don't know me and you never will. Are we going to do this or not?"
Kari nodded holding up the torch. They were standing outside the hospital. It was night time. Matt would be getting some sleep in the relatives room. Davis went off to make sure he didn't return at an inopportune moment. Kari once again showed Ken the way to Takeru. "I'll be right outside. Take as much time as you want." Ken gave a brief nod and headed into the darkened room clutching his guitar to his side.
Ken brushed the hair from Takeru's face with a touch as gentle as a baby's breath. "You're still under then. I know you can't hear me but I was hoping you might just come around to my voice. I hurt you so badly but in a strange way it was only because I really cared for you. I thought I was doing the right thing. I feel the same way now as I did when you ran out of the flat I miss you." He carefully lifted up his guitar and began to strum.
I thought blood was a cure.
I believe it no more.
Truly blood is red rain.
But you're the sun that dries the pain.
So if you're ready to leave right away.
Then don't expect me to stay.
Whatever comes next, I'm coming too.
'Cause you'll never know anyone who understands you.
Like I do. The last line was a quiet and solemn whisper.
Desperately Ken checked his face for any sign that he had heard. This was it. he'd killed the only one he could ever love. He took out the razor he'd hidden under his headband. He prepared to slice one last time and then no longer be controlled by the urge to cut.
"Ken?" croaked the patient.
"Takeru!" The razor clattered to the floor as Ken grasped T.K in a bone crushing hug. "I'm so sorry. I hurt you so badly."
"Never," the blond smiled, "I didn't really understand. Even though I thought I hated you when I was lying there I thought now I've gained more experience than Ken in letting feelings out and now I understand. It's all a lie. I should've let Ken know. That's what I thought. Even when we had fallen out we were still friends." Ken felt relief wash over him. Takeru didn't hate him. "Ken, am I dying?"
"I don't know. In fact I should probably tell a nurse you're awake." Ken made to stand up but T.K's small hand grabbed his jumper. "Can you teach me, one last thing?"
"Cutting itself wasn't all you made it out to be. You told me I would understand with experience like kissing. Is kissing terrible too?"
Ken's eyes glazed with tears. His Takeru was still so cute. He leant down towards him.
Takeru tried to gasp as he felt Ken's lips crushing his own. Ken's tongue ventured into his mouth exploring every inch. As Ken pulled away he noticed Takeru's eyes wide with what? Shock? Happiness? Takeru's finger twisted in Ken's long blue locks. He moved in closer..."I understand it now, Ken. No-one understands. That's what is to be normal. One day we'll find out."
Kari's POV
I had to go in in the end. I mean they'd been in there hours. I was worried for Ken. I walked in gently and saw them. They were lying together, holding each other like they'd never let go. There were tear marks on Takeru's face. I heard my gasp echo around the room. If T.K had been crying, he must have woken up meaning maybe there was hope.
1st July
From the pen of Ken Ichijoji:
It's been tough but there's been so much improvement in both Takeru and myself. Takeru steadily improved from that night where he first fluttered his eyelids and looked up. I finally accepted my problem and went to a councillor who's really helping me. Relations between my mother and myself are much better. We are finally coping and supporting each other like any other family. My councillor advised me to tell her about how I felt when Dad died. Mun was really understanding. I almost wished I'd told her from the start. There is only one problem after all the aggravation I put Takeru and his family through I am forbidden to see him. This I find tough but I respect their reasons and therefore will not visit T.K again...in front of them.
1st July
The blond head spun around as he heard the steady strides of his most important person. He stepped up from where he had been sitting staring out at the sea eating the huge fruit that was the sun and made his way across the soft sand and shingle. They met together and looked taking in every feature of each other, happy just to be able to see. Takeru hugged Ken first and started to yammer on about his day and they both settled back down where he had originally sat and talked about nearly everything, until...
"Takeru, what's the point?"
"Huh?"
"What's the point of us being together if we have to be so careful that no-one sees us?"
Takeru put on his serious face and thought. Then his face lit up "I know! My parents can't control us forever and I don't want you to get distracted with someone else while you're waiting."
"I would never do that to you."
T.K cocked his head, "Are you sure? Would you even remember what I looked like after a while?" He turned his back. "What colour are my eyes?"
"Polka dot!" laughed Ken stuffing sand down the back of his shirt. The wrestled for sometime rolling over and over before finally collapsing in a panting heap.
Takeru propped himself on his elbow to look into Ken's peaceful face. His alabaster eyelids were closed and his little lips were slightly parted. He looked like he was blissed out. "The real reason, Ken," whispered T.K, "is I only feel like me when I'm here with you. To me you're the one who makes anything in the world seem beautiful." Ken felt salty fringe hit his face just before Takeru's mouth united with his own and then the electrical feeling of being one soul forever united impossible to part. Ken had been severely wounded but he was healing, slowly but surely because no injury can't be cured by a simple band-aid if you have the right kind.
Authors Note: I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would like to thank everyone who read and reviewed this fanfic. It really us very encouraging to get reviews. I hope to write a sequel or two to this fic at some stage when I have more time.