Hallo, I am back by popular demand. (Hooray!) I hope you like this chapter. I cried when I wrote this. And I had marvelous music to listen to, and because someone I really like asked, here is the soundtrack list:

The soundtrack to "Michiyuki" (Hehe . . . soundtrack . . . )

Chapter 1: Michiyuki by Hikida Kaori

Chapter 2: Upside Down by Jack Johnson

Chapter 3: 24 by Jem

Chapter 4: Passion by Utada Hikaru

Chapter 5: They by Jem

Chapter 6: Coming Back for More by Ashlee Simpson

Chapter 7: Talk of the Town by Jack Johnson

Chapter 8: Flat on the Floor by Nickelback

Chapter 9: Ongaku No Sensei by Yuka Funakoshi and Savin' Me by Nickelback

Thanks and review afterwards (probably two more chapters).

Love,

Victoria Faust

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Yoh sat in the middle of the hotel hallway, holding Faust's head and weeping for him. He saw Lyserg run up and crouch down by Faust.

"Lyserg . . . " Yoh said, crying.

"Yoh . . . I can't even say how sorry I am."

"Then save your breath . . . do you have any idea what you've done!" Yoh cried.

Lyserg hung his head. He, in fact, had no idea what was happening. All he remembered was the terrifying moment when Faust dropped down to his knees, all of his ribs broken. The sound Faust let out of his mouth was the most awful sound. A mixture of pain, shock, and betrayal. And it was all his fault.

"Do you?" Yoh asked.

"No." Lyserg said, head cast down in shame.

Yoh hugged Faust and looked at Eliza, who was leaning on the wall, crying.

"Eliza?" Yoh looked at Faust's wounds, "Can you please call a hospital!"

Eliza quickly ran to the elevator at pressed the button for floor one. As soon as she disappeared, Yoh cried and hugged Faust, getting blood all over himself. Lyserg realized that he had been selfish, and because of his selfishness, Faust could die.

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Marco stood outside and smiled at the sky. Only one thing troubled him.

"I should've killed the bastard." He said to himself, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

It was then that he realized that Lyserg wasn't with him. He smirked and continued to walk down the street.

"I knew he was too weak."

Marco smiled as he walked away from the hotel.

"When Faust checks into the hospital . . . I should pay him a "friendly" visit . . . " Marco said, laughing.

He reached into his coat pocket and felt the cool metal of his gun. He laughed and went to ask for directions to the nearest hospital.

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Lyserg cried to himself, trying not to let Yoh see him. He had helped do this to the one he thought he loved. But was it love? Or just infatuation?

Yoh looked at Lyserg, a cold look in his eyes.

"Yoh, I truly am sorry. I don't know why I did what I did." Lyserg said.

Yoh took a breath to say something, but Eliza came running, cheeks flushed.

"They're . . . huff, huff . . . coming. Yoh, he'll be all right." Eliza said, out of breath.

Yoh nodded, not believing her. This was exactly like his dream, now all he had to do was wake up. But no matter how many times he opened and closed his eyes, he didn't wake up.

"I love you Faust." Yoh whispered, even though Faust couldn't hear him.

Three men in white uniforms ran up to Faust, carrying a cot. They picked him up and dropped him onto the cot. Yoh lunged forward.

"God! Please be careful!" Yoh yelled, "Bastards . . . "

Eliza gasped.

"They're trying to help him, Yoh!"

"I don't care. Neither do they, they're going to end up killing him if I don't watch very closely." Yoh said, scowling.

Yoh followed the men outside to an ambulance and climbed with them into the back.

"What are you doing?" One of the men said with a heavy accent.

"I love him, so I'm coming with." Yoh said.

"Oh, a family member?" The man asked.

"No, I love him." Yoh said.

For the rest of the ride to the hospital, the man stayed silent.

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As soon as they got there, doctors crowed all around Faust and rushed him into the emergency room. Men all around Yoh were saying how "risky" and "dangerous" Faust's condition was. It scared Yoh. Would Faust be all right? Yoh followed the group to the emergency room door, but a doctor stopped him.

"I'm sorry, son, you can't come in here with your dad . . . " The doctor said.

"HE'S NOT MY DAD! He's my love . . . " Yoh said.

The doctor ignored Yoh and walked into the emergency room. Yoh leaned up against the wall nearest the double doors and slid to the floor. He held his head in his hands, tears dripping onto the floor.

"Eliza was wrong! He's not going to be okay . . . God! Faust, my love. My dearest . . . my heart." Yoh said, crying in fear that he would lose Faust forever.

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Yoh looked at Faust, asleep in the hospital bed. The doctors had finally let Yoh see him, after much pleading and begging. He held his knees while sitting on a chair in the hospital room, crying as hard as his eyes would permit. Eliza stood in the doorway with her hand over her mouth, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Lyserg looked in from the window, he couldn't go inside. His guilt wouldn't let him. So he cried outside the window, alone and scared.

Yoh looked straight at Faust, but he couldn't see. His eyes were so blurred by the onslaught of fierce tears, that he couldn't even see his broken love. All he could think about was losing Faust. He couldn't lose him! Where would he go after that? Not back to Anna, that's for sure.

Eliza walked over to Yoh's chair and put her hand on his back.

"Yoh? It will be o-okay . . . " Eliza said, fighting back her own tears.

"No, no it won't!" Yoh said, crying.

They heard a knock on the door frame and Eliza turned to look. Yoh could've cared less.

"Oh . . . doctor." Eliza said, grief stinging her voice.

Just hearing that word made Yoh cry even harder. Doctors only brought bad news. Except for Faust, he was the best doctor that Yoh had ever met.

Oh, Faust.

"Son, I think you might want to look at me." The doctor said walking toward the chair.

Yoh looked up and the doctor jumped. Yoh's eyes were red from crying.

"Um . . . anyway . . . Listen, is this your dad?" The doctor asked.

"No, idiot." Yoh said, beyond the point of plain "grief."

"Then who was he to you?"

WAS! What does he mean?

Yoh looked up at the doctor. The way he said "was" sounded like Faust was . . . dead.

"Was?" Yoh asked, frightened.

"Yes, a family friend, an uncle? Or maybe a cousin?" The doctor suggested.

"He was the love of my life!" Yoh cried.

The doctor stood looking at Yoh in silence. Yoh buried his head in his knees and cried.

"Lover? Really . . . " The doctor coughed and continued, "I'm afraid, that his conditions are highly unstable and his heart rate is difficult to read . . . "

"In English please?" Eliza asked, knowing Yoh had no idea as to what the man was talking about.

"He has a very low chance of living." The doctor said, almost too calmly.

Upon hearing that, Yoh screamed. He cried as hard as he could, overcome with grief. He stood up and stumbled blindly over to the bed that Faust was in.

"DAMNIT! DON'T YOU DIE ON ME!" Yoh yelled, tears falling onto Faust's face.

Yoh leaned his entire body over the bed and rested his head on Faust's lap.

"Please. Please don't leave me here . . . " Yoh whispered.

Thoughts flooded back of happier times as Yoh held onto Faust.

"I love you, Yoh."

Faust's voice leaked into his mind as he remembered the sweetness of times before.

"There aren't enough words in the world to prove how thankful I am for you."

"His sweet voice . . . "

As soon as Yoh's feet touched the ground, Faust pulled Yoh close to his chest in one smooth motion. He leaned close to Yoh's ear.

"I love you."

So many happy things . . .

"I'm not going to try and hide it anymore. I love you too, more than anything!" Faust admitted.

Thinking about happy times hurt. Because he knew that there might not be any more of them. Yoh looked at Faust and cried. He cried until his voice became hoarse and he could barely breath. After that, it was merely silent, painful tears. To him, the tears felt like acid, burning his skin. The searing pain dripping across his face was unbearable.

After awhile, Eliza walked up to Yoh and pulled a chair up beneath him.

"Sit down, Yoh." Eliza said.

Yoh sat, but he couldn't take his eyes away from Faust. No matter the black eye Faust had or the bandages he had almost everywhere, he was still more beautiful than an angel.

"The doctor didn't want to tell you this, so I fear I have to . . . "

Yoh looked at Eliza, with tear stained cheeks.

"I'm afraid . . . I have some news that . . . may hurt . . . "

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Don't worry, don't cry. It's not over.