Chapter One: Hospital
"Yukio!" I shouted at the darkness as I sat bolt upright in bed. Damn, just another bad dream, these have been happening ever since Yukio was possessed by Satan. I know I saved him and stopped him from committing suicide but every night I'm faced to endure what would have happened if he pulled the trigger, if he never regained control.
I shook my head trying to get this fear under control. I'm going to get back home, somehow. I looked around the room I was in, it looked like a typical hospital room, eggshell walls, a window, and I even had a few flowers in here. I smiled at the flowers because they reminded me of Shiemi, which was yet another reason why I needed to get home. I tried to move but the second I did my ribs started to feel as though someone was trying to stab a sword through them (trust me I know the feeling from experience) and I realized that I had a cast on my right ankle.
I started to lie back down when my room door opened, it startled me at first but then I started laughing when I saw an incredibly short elderly man. "Why are you laughing? Actually how are you even awake right now? You should still be knocked out you know."
I should still be knocked out? I definitely didn't feel one hundred percent but I've been worse. I assume a normal human wouldn't have been able to be better so quickly, luckily for me I'm not a normal human, the fact that I'm part demon probably helped with the early recovery. But it's not like I could just say, hey old guy if you're wondering why I healed so quickly it because I'm the son of Satan. So I came up with an excuse, "Well I think that I didn't really fall far so it must not have done much damage!" I smiled at the old man as I said this trying to seem as innocent as I could to avoid much suspicion.
"What did you say 'the fall didn't do much damage'", he used air quotes as he said this, "When you were emitted into this hospital your left arm was broken at the elbow, your right ankle was twisted backwards, and you had five broken ribs. We didn't even have the time to put a cast on your arm or do any about those ribs of yours and now you're telling me that you're fine, that the fall didn't do much?"
"Well at least that explains the ribs and the cast on my foot. I always was a fast healer, heh."
"Look, if you're not going to tell me the truth that's fine, you can tell me when you're ready."
Damn it he knows. He started to walk away as he did my mind started to wander, I was thinking about the battle I was in before I came here, I was using my sword, slaying some demons, then- MY SWORD!I can't believe that I almost forgot about it! I yelled for the old guy when he was almost out the door, "Hey, did I drop anything when I fell? Was there anything with me?"
"As a matter of fact you did, a sword is what I believe it was. Would you like me to get it for you?"
"Please!" I yelled.
"I'll be back soon." He left the room. A thousand questions started floating around in head, what if it was damaged? What if someone pulled it out? Did anyone know what it was? This continued on for a few minutes, drilling myself on what would happen under certain situations. My thoughts were interrupted by the man returning into my room. In one hand he held my sword still in its sheath in the other was the swords red and black bag. It looked unharmed, thank god, "Thank you. This sword is very special to me."
"Not a problem. This is a beautiful weapon, mind if I take a look?" Before I could stop him he unsheathed the sword.