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Chapter 5: Reminiscing

-Shigeru's POV-

It's early in the morning, and I don't know why I'm awake. I look over at the blond boy laying beside me. Hiroshi was always so cute. But, as I smile, I feel guilty. I know the police have told me that there isn't a good chance of Satoshi being found alive, but I still feel sick, taking a lover like this. Well, not really. It isn't really love. He knows it, and I know it. There's nothing between us besides friendship.

Hiroshi came to my aid, when Satoshi disappeared, all those months ago. I was depressed, and I wouldn't do much but sit by the phone. There were times when I couldn't eat; couldn't sleep. Hiroshi brought me out of that. He helped get me back on my feet. I'm grateful to him, but he knows that's about as far as I'll go. He knows I'll never have feelings for him like I do...did...for Satoshi.

There are times, late at night, when I sit down and cry, all by myself. We wanted a family, Satoshi and I. Sure, it meant adopting, but I was willing to do it, just to see the smile on his face. He used to talk about our future, together, a lot. At times, there are points when I can feel his comforting warmth on my shoulder, or his lips kissing my cheek, and when I turn, he's never there. Things like that tear my up inside.

The phone's ringing, cutting through my inner rambling. Wiping my eyes, which suddenly became wet with tears, I reach over, cradling the receiver between my cheek and shoulder.

"It's five thirty in the morning." I growl, "This had better be good."

"Shigeru-san! Turn on Channel Six!"

"Kasumi?"

"Turn it on!"

Hiroshi groans, hearing her cries through the phone, and feels for the remote. Kasumi's having a fit, over the phone. As soon as Hiroshi finds the damn clicker, he points it to the T.V. in my room. Pressing the six button, he grumbles about women not having any sense of time.

We both gasp, and drop the phone and remote.

"Satoshi Ketchem was found alive, today, after a drug raid done by Cinnabar Police." The reporter states. I shiver. Could it be true? Could it really be so?

"The sixteen-year-old Pokemon Master was found, today, in critical condition, after Cinnabar Police were tipped off that massive amounts of drugs were being used on children for sexual acts of violence." The man continues, "He was removed from this town home behind my along with fifteen other children, ranging from five to eighteen years old. Out of all sixteen removed, medical teams revealed that Mr. Ketchem was the worst case of abuse they had ever seen. There is no news on his condition, at the moment; only that he is in a state of unconsciousness."

At this point, we got a look at the damage those bastards had done ourselves. There was Satoshi, lying on a stretcher, face deathly pale. Hiroshi and I could the wounds covering his body even from the distance the camera was placed. I must have started crying, because Hiroshi is drying my tears, and dialing Cinnabar Hospital for Satoshi's room number.

-Satoshi's POV-

I don't remember the ride to the hospital very well. I know I fell asleep, and, when I woke up, I was here. I'm sore, and stitched all the way up my front. I was told they had to cut into my chest to remove blood from my lungs; I didn't know I was hurt that bad. They also drained blood from my belly; something about a ruptured something-or-other. There are numerous bandages wrapped around different parts of me, and they itch like crazy. The doctor who's taking care of me also told me he looked at my...reproductive track...and said that as far as that went, I was fine. I don't feel fine, though.

A nurse came in, earlier, with a long list of people who were wanting to visit me. Most of them were fans, but there were names that I recognized, like my mother's, and some close friends. However, out of that whole list, there was one name I didn't hear, and it tortured me to no end.

While I stew about Shigeru not being here by now, the telephone's been ringing non-stop. This is about the hundred time. I want to unhook the damned thing. Instead, I reach over, expecting another rapid fan-girl to start crying in my ear.

"Satoshi?"

My heart freezes. I know that voice.

"Sato-chan? Please tell me you're there..."

I swallow. "Sh-Shigeru?"

There's a rush of static, and what sounds like a choked sob. "It really is you, Sato." Shigeru says, sounding like he's been crying.

"Yes, it's me." I can't help but want to scream 'It's Shigeru! My Shigeru!', but I control myself, "Why didn't you come to see me?"

"You're in Cinnabar, Satoshi. I'm actually on my way to the airport, right now, but it'll be a while before I get there. Don't worry, I'll be there." He says in a reassuring voice. I find myself smiling.

"I trust you." I say, softly. "How have you been?"

"Better." He sighs, "I won't be completely alright until I have you back in my arms, Sato." This makes me giggle.

"I need to be back in your arms, Geru." I reply, twisting the phone cord around my fingers. I bite my lip, realizing just how much I missed this man, and how close I came to never seeing him again, "I...I really missed you Shigeru..." My voice is shaky.

He must have caught it. "Satoshi, I'm on my way. Don't cry." One rouge sob escapes me, "Don't cry, Satoshi, Au Shitteru..." An intercom blares in the back-round, "Listen, Sato, they just called for my flight. I'll get there by eight, and I'll be there to see you as soon as I get off the plane. You can wait that long, can't you?"

I nod, then, realizing he can't see me, I say "Yes. I can."

The smile on his face is evident in his voice. "Good boy. I'll see you soon. Hang in there, Sato-chan. Au Shitteru."

I grin. "Au Shitteru, love."

There's a soft chuckle, one last 'bye', and a click.

I roll over onto my side, keeping the tears from my eyes. Shigeru was coming; I shouldn't be crying. Still, I was sore, and the reality of losing Shigeru forever hit me hard. As I consider what could've happened to me, I start to cry. So much so, that I fall asleep.