The theme of "different person, same soul" is brought up in this chaptire, as Syaoran is visited by someone he shouldn't see.
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Incurable - A TRC Syaoran Drama/Tragedy fic
Chaptire 4 - Black and White
Rated T for violence, and... more things along the violence genre.
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"Have you ever considered getting out, Syaoran?"
The nurse smiled, folding her hands an her lap, leaning back against the cushioned wall. Syaoran was more calm, today. Perhaps he was coming to trust her?
"I don't deserve any such freedoms..." He sighed, as he looked upward at the ceiling. It was obviously torture to be here for him.
"Kotori-san..." He whispered, cautiously.
Kotori glanced up at him, meeting his timid amber eyes. She said nothing, but tilted her head to the side, so as to let him know he had the floor. "You saw what I did, who I killed..." His voice quivered as he said the last word. "One of them, the me of this world..."
"This world?" She asked, eyes full of curiosity. "Now that I think of it, your companions wore peculiar clothes..." She furrowed her brow, trying to come up with a possible explanation. "Are you aliens? Like, from outside the solar system?"
With this, she heard him smirk, the closest she'd seen to a smile in her near week spent with him. "No... at least, I don't think so...
"There are some people in my world who look like some of the people in your world. I think there was probably someone in my world who looked exactly like you, too... maybe they even had the same name..." Syaoran stared thoughtfully at his folded hands, as Kotori leaned in, preparing to hopefully glimpse some of what he was remembering. Suddenly...
"Doctor Monou?" A sharp banging on the door cause both heads to snap up, eyes wide. "Doctor Monou, come out here, please." Kotori sighed, and stood. Now her superiors wanted to hear her out, after calling her a fool. She smiled, at Syaoran as she slid quietly out the door.
"Doctor?"
The man, tall, clad in the same uniform white lab coats nodded to her and spoke. "We've heard you've been making some progress with patient 1493, what was it? Li?"
"Syaoran, doctor. And yes, I think you could call it 'progress'" She smiled, hoping he wouldn't ask for details on her time with him.
"Yes, whatever the boy is called... and we thought it might be better to bring in a specialist. To... continue the good work you started."
"You're replacing me, is that it!" She stepped closer to the man, attempting to appear tall, despite a near foot of difference between them.
"Well, not exactly... we just are doing this on a trial basis. Now if you'll please step aside... This way, Doctor." He nudged her with his arm, and gestured to a man standing a few feet off. The new man was thinner, fairly tall. He smiled, and nodded, pale blonde hair briefly flopping in front of his ice blue eyes...
Kotori froze, and watched him step up to the door, breathless. This man looks familiar, almost as if... As he turned the doorknob, and stepped inside, she realized what Syaoran had meant earlier. Syaoran knew him... what was it... Fai!
She panicked, not knowing how Syaoran would react to a familiar face, and dashed into the room. The doctor had already begun his work.
"Li? Li Syaoran?" There was no response from the boy seated on the floor. "My name is Doctor Flowright. Fai D. Flowright." His eyes flashed, and he stared up at the doctor, face white.
"No... that's not... is it, Fai-san?" His eyes widened, fear in his voice. "Fai-san... I didn't mean to do it... I didn't want that. I never wanted that... stay back! I can't... Don't let me..." He curled his hand into a tight fist, his nails obviously cutting into his skin - more stains for the white padded room.
"I don't... Doctor, what is this?" Doctor Flowright panicked, as the boy fell forward, close to his feet. "This is no better than all of the reports!"
He frowned, and strode out the door, past the taller one, who had a stunned look on his face. "Call the nurses! We need novacaine, and the usual dosage, now!"
"Wait! Don't call them yet!" Kotori put an arm in front of the man, and then hurried to a kneeling position beside Syaoran. If you medicate him, he'll only slip further away... She gritted her teeth, and placed both hands on his clenched fists.
"Stop, Syaoran... you don't have to do that..." She whispered, as she felt the room pull away, to reveal a dingy chamber. Torches lined the wall, a puddle of blood lay on the floor... the same as before... And facing the pair of eyes, Syaoran's, was the mirror image from before, smiling.
"Perhaps I should save your princess for last, then, Syaoran-kun?" He looked back at the panicked, bound girl behind him and then back at Syaoran, smiling all the while. "We have guests I'd like you to take care of, for our master..."
Guests...? No! Stop... stop... the sound of tears rose in his voice again, as he fought to resist the motions he was being forced to make, the knife raised again, as he turned to face the door. Not them too... please, not them...
And sure enough, in the doorway appeared two figures, panting, already fairly scratched. The tallest, with red eyes contrasting against his jet-black hair lowered his sword and called out to Syaoran, relief in his voice. "Kid! You alright?"
The other one, blonde, thinner, lowered the long pole, he carried. His blue eyes flashed, and he frowned, spotting the bound girl and the other man. "Syaoran-kun! We'll take care of him, just help Sakura-chan!"
At the blonde's words, the young man laughed. "Am I really the problem? Why not ask Syaoran-kun about that... Well, Syaoran?" There was a sharp pain, as he was forced into movement, walking swiftly toward the pair, knife raised.
"Kid?"
"Syaoran? What's going on?"
The two leapt sideways, as Syaoran swung forward with the knife. Stop this! Kurogane-san, Fai-san, don't come closer! I can't... The fear rose in his voice, yet his body charged onwards, driven by the smiling look-alike.
Another swipe, and he struck the blonde across the shoulder. A kick, and the pole slipped from his grasp. "We don't want to fight you, Syaoran!" The blonde leapt nimbly backwards, coming back to back with his dark-haired counterpart. "Well, this is quite a predicament, nee, Kuro-woof? Ideas?" He smiled, glancing up at the black-haired man, who scowled.
"It's Kurogane. And..." Syaoran was on the attack again, feet first. He struck Kurogane on the shoulder, cutting off his statement. The man called Kurogane raised his sword in response, and swung at the boy, grazing him with the blade, and tearing his sleeve.
"My, this is taking too long, are you really trying, Syaoran?" the boy laughed, and began to walk forward. "Must I help you with everything?" With this, he trembled, and The two before him became motionless, fighting to move.
"What the!" crimson eyes met blue eyes, both panicked, as Syaoran advanced, towards the larger of the two.
Stop it! I won't let you do this! He screamed, and his movements slowed, as he fought to regain control, and yet the blade flashed as he lifted it above his head. No! Gomenasai...
"KUROGANE!"
In a flash of crimson, the knife was withdrawn, and a hole remained in the mans chest. The blonde, released of his restraints ran over, face pale. "No... not... How could he?" he trembled, and went silent as the other man fell over against him.
"Now... finish the job."
Syaoran lifted the blade again, tears fully formed, running down his cheeks. A flash of desperate blue met amber as the knife fell...
The white room returned, both nurse and patient were trembling, eyes wide, looking into each others. Kotori blushed, and remembered her superior was still watching. She did her best to compose herself, and looked up at him.
"There, sir. He's okay. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'm in the middle of a session." A faint sound of irritation lingered in her voice and he nodded, grumbling as he shut the door. As he did so, Kotori, collapsed onto her back, panting.
"Syaoran... what was... that man was the same as..."
"Fai? Yes, but no... I thought for a moment that it really was..." Syaoran blurted out abruptly, wiping his cold sweat off on his sleeve. He held his hands in front of his face, watching the blood trickle down in the places where his nails broke the skin. "But the dead can't come back to life, huh... Sakura?"
Kotori was still sweating, watching the boy, without saying anything. What was there to say? What he did was... wrong... but he didn't... it wasn't...
She sighed. "I guess I'll leave, then, Syaoran." She stood, slightly unsteadily, and went to the door.
"Wait."
As she turned the doorknob, she was stopped by the voice of the boy. She turned, expressionless, and found him staring directly at her.
"Maybe... maybe... I'd like to see the sun... once more."
Kotori smiled, exhaling as she did so. She nodded, and stepped out into the hallway, shutting the door as she exited. As she walked down the hallway, she began making plans for his escape.
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Well, that chaptire wasn't terrible, and I even got it up in time for my birthday. Woot. As usual, reviews are appreciated, and constructive criticism is welcome.
