A/N: bwahaha... longest thing I have EVER written.
Disclaimer: No owneth anime. No owneth manga. No owneth song ("Bittersweet" - Within Temptation)
If I tell you
Will you listen?
Will you stay?
Will you be here forever?
Never go away?
Satoshi wasn't lost.
Oh no, he couldn't be lost. He was intelligent and resourceful, efficient and cunning. There was no way he, of all people, could be lost.
Then, where the hell was he?
Looking towards the white-washed walls that seemed to never end, Satoshi stopped and sighed. Maybe that left turn… or the right before that…
Since when have hospitals been designed after labyrinths? This was getting ridiculous. Krad, that stupid douche… what was he trying to do? Prove he can fly? It was lucky he was already at the hospital…
What was he doing here in the first place?
Satoshi rubbed his face and turned around, preparing to try and follow the path that got him here. In his path stood two boys… men… Well, a man and a boy. Violet met blue and sparks flew.
Unfortunately- not in a romantic sense. The smaller boy, a red head with really crimson doe eyes, looked up at his companion, glaring a bit. His companion ignored the withering glare, focusing a malicious smirk on Satoshi. "Heh…"
The redhead looked worried. "Dark, no… Not again"
Smirk gone, the Dark character actually looked angry for a second there. Suddenly, Satoshi felt dizzy. Swaying on his feet he put his hand on the wall, trying to regain his balance. The redhead gasped- a scared expression planted on his face.
"Dark! NO!"
The last thing Satoshi would remember seeing, were mischievous eyes and a cruel smirk.
-×-
Satoshi blinked.
Satoshi blinked again.
Failing at holding back a groan, Satoshi raised his hand to cover his eyes. The light really hurt… After a few minutes of adjusting to consciousness, Satoshi looked around the room.
The first thing he noticed was that it was white, like everything else.
The second thing he noticed was that he was lying down, in a bed… and his arm was in a cast.
The third thing was the redhead sitting in a chair a few feet away from him.
Had Satoshi felt up to it, he would have screamed, or taken a more mature route and run away. As fate would have it, he was all but strapped down to the bed.
The redhead offered a bright smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm sorry"
Satoshi stared at him incredulously "For what? Apparently you broke my arm, not to mention I feel like a semi hit me."
"He… he doesn't mean it… he's just… angry" The redhead looked down, seemingly ashamed.
"That's hardly an excuse" Satoshi glared again.
"I know… but…" The boy looked up. "Listen, I have to go, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm really sorry..."
"Why are you apologizing for him? Where did he go? Police catch him?" Satoshi sat up in his bed as the redhead paused in the doorway.
"No… they won't catch him… they can't" The boy almost looked sad for a moment, before he resumed his walking, disappearing from Satoshi's view. Satoshi flopped back into the un-comfy bed, releasing a sigh. He figured he should be really mad, talk to the police, press charges…
…but he didn't know if he could do it. That boy, who Satoshi forgot to ask the name of, he seemed… almost depressed.
A nurse entered the room. "Ah, Mister Hiwatari, you're awake! You gave us quite a scare! It's not everyday someone falls down the stairs in a hospital…"
Stairs…?
"It was lucky someone found you when they did. Well, nothing serious would have happened if you hadn't been found, there's nothing fatally wrong with you, but it must have been uncomfortable. Then again, it was like you had just gone to sleep, you were leaning against the wall. If I didn't know better, I would say you were planted there, but…"
"I… fell down stairs?" Thinking of the two guys… he wasn't even near stairs at that point in time… As far as he knew… which wasn't very far considering he had been lost.
"Uh huh! Doctor said you might forget a bit, looks like you hit your head pretty well." Satoshi sighed, hoping the yappy nurse wouldn't start another tirade.
-×-
Walking out of the forsaken room, Satoshi was almost willing to smile as a sense of relief washed over him. He had even gotten proper directions to Krad's room this time. Making his way to the elevator, he paused when he saw the unmistakable red moving towards him.
"Satoshi!" The redhead gave another of his smiles, this one slightly more cheerful than the last. "Glad to see you're up and walking"
Satoshi stared on confused. "How do you know my name?"
The redhead blushed "Oh... sorry… it was ummm… on your file…?"
"You read my file?" Satoshi, suffice to say, was a little shocked. Those were confidential, or at least were supposed to be.
"Ummm... yeah... It was left out... and… I… yeah… Sorry… again" Satoshi sighed.
"Well, you could at least give me your name in exchange" a wave of uncertainty and worry washed over the redhead's face. "Don't worry; I won't call the cops on you…" Satoshi added quickly. As long as nothing else happened, he meant to keep his word too.
"Heh… I'm Daisuke, Daisuke Niwa." He smiled again. Satoshi held out his good hand in greeting, which Daisuke stared at.
…and continued to stare at.
"Never seen a handshake?" Daisuke looked down at his feet
"Sorry… I'm… not a fan of physical contact" Satoshi lowered his hand.
"Oh…" Daisuke looked back up, smiling sheepishly.
"Where are you off to?" A quick change in subject
"See a friend on the fourth floor. And yourself?" Satoshi decided to oblige him.
"The same! Only, on the sixth floor. So, I guess I'll see you around?" Considering he had been the one to suggest another meeting, he seemed less then thrilled.
"Sure… Good day" Satoshi turned toward the elevator, not bothering to even turn his head to acknowledge Daisuke's farewell.
-×-
Krad was sleeping when Satoshi arrived. His head was in bandages, his leg held up in a cast. It was rather comical, looking as if it came out of a cartoon. Satoshi would have laughed had he been anyone else, but he knew that this was serious. The nurses told him that his friend had jumped out of a window, that it was an attempt at suicide.
Satoshi knew better. Krad may have been melodramatic and practically bipolar, but he wasn't suicidal. Homicidal, maybe, but he would never willingly give up his own life.
Satoshi sat in a chair, located in the corner of the room. Taking his glasses off and putting his face in his hands, he mumbled something about 'idiots' and 'flying'.
"Sato…?" Krad's weak voice broke through the silence.
Satoshi put his glasses back on, standing up to get a better look at the broken man. "Yeah, I'm here"
A small smile graced the man's almost feminine features. These smiles were rare, coming from the man. Even though the two were close, having even moved to this new city together two years ago, these smiles were hard to come by. Usually Krad gave smirks, or maniacal grins.
"What do you think you were doing? What happened?" Despite the potential for a tender moment… Satoshi was always told he was blunt as a child, some things must never change.
"I… he..." It wasn't often that Krad was speechless… "I don't remember what happened… but there was a man… and the bastard didn't say anything… but he seemed really mad…"
Suddenly, something clicked in Satoshi's mind.
Dark, no… Not again…
Satoshi seethed a bit. That jerk didn't only just attack him, but Krad too!
"Sorry Krad, I'll be back in a bit, I just have to go see someone for a minute" Satoshi ignored any protests and declarations regarding someone's 'everything' as he stormed out of the room.
So it's happened before…
-×-
Satoshi was prepared for a confrontation, maybe even a fight if a certain homicidal maniac was present.
What he wasn't prepared for was the sight of a sobbing redhead sitting at the foot of a bed.
A bed occupied by an apparently comatose dark-haired fiend.
Standing in the doorway, unsure of how to react, Satoshi gripped the door handle almost painfully. Daisuke looked up, completely shocked at the intrusion. Wiping his red, crying eyes, his gaze fell upon the figure on the bed.
"How… What happened?" Satoshi took small steps towards Daisuke.
"Car accident…" Daisuke spoke softly, as if scared to wake the slumbering man
"When did this happen?" Satoshi now stood behind the frail red head.
The redhead seemed hesitant to answer that one. "Two… years ago"
Satoshi let out an amused chuckle. "No, seriously."
Daisuke didn't reply to the, opting instead to reach out a hand, resting on a blanket covered leg.
Satoshi leaned against the wall. "But… how? That doesn't make sense!"
Daisuke didn't face the blue haired man. "He's angry. He lost something really precious to him. We both did"
Satoshi looked at the redhead. "So you're telling me that he wakes up from this coma and pushes people down stairs and out of windows periodically?"
Daisuke winced "He can't control it… and he… doesn't wake up. He is always physically here."
Satoshi sighed. He didn't know what to believe. When he saw the area of the hospital he was in, he thought it odd, and had wondered who Daisuke knew that was in a coma. He never… expected this.
This kind of stuff happened in movies and cartoons… but he couldn't deny the facts literally lying right in front of him. There was an awkward silence before Satoshi spoke again.
"Who was important enough to cause him such animosity?" Daisuke looked down again.
"I… think I'll have to show you the whole story… I can't tell it very well" Satoshi stared at the redhead.
"Show me?" Daisuke stood up, walking to the side of the bed, grabbing the violet-haired man's hand tenderly. He held out his other hand towards Satoshi. Satoshi stepped up from the wall, using his working arm to reach and grab the given hand.
Satoshi was only able to notice how cold Daisuke was before he was blinded by an onslaught of light.
-×-
Satoshi found himself standing in a white…
In white. There was nothing anywhere. An image of Daisuke flickered before him.
"Where are we? Where is this? What are you?!" Satoshi was border line angry. Maybe it was he, who was in the coma, and this was all a twisted dream.
"This is Dark's subconscious. You're about to see his memories… our memories… of that day"
Another flash of light.
Satoshi found himself in the back seat of a car. A nice car at that.
"Dark, where are we going?" a voice from the passenger seat asked. The voice didn't ring a bell, but the red hair confirmed that it was Daisuke. His voice was different though… Satoshi assumed it just sounded more cheerful, happy... loving.
"Patience Daisuke. Its your birthday, and we're going to see someone really important, okay?" This Dark was so drastically different from the one in the hallway. The soft smile he gave towards the younger boy was almost touching.
"Okay, fine. You win" Daisuke pouted a little, Dark removing one hand from the steering wheel to ruffle his hair.
"You're so cute. You know that, right?" Daisuke smiled again, looking up at Dark.
"So I've been told." He giggled a bit. Satoshi was amazed at the transformations these two made in the last two years. I guess it's to be expected though. Dark turned to smile at the redhead as Daisuke beamed at him.
It happened so fast, Satoshi wasn't sure what happened. One minute he was in the backseat of the car, the next he was standing next to its debris, Daisuke standing beside him. Satoshi barely regarded him as he saw a bloody hand reach out of the window. The car was upside down in a ditch, a victim of a moving truck.
The hand was joined by another, followed by a body, as a bloody Dark pulled himself from the rubble. He collapsed on the ground, breathing laboured. His clothes were a mess, his forehead was bleeding, his right arm and leg were bent at odd angles… but he looked in better condition than one would assume, in a collision like that.
Despite the injuries, Dark pulled himself up, looking into the car. Wide-eyed and mouth agape, the boy whimpered, sobs wracking his body shortly afterwards. Satoshi bent down to follow his line of sight.
What he saw was horrible. Daisuke was hanging upside down from his seatbelt, bleeding profusely from the various cuts on his body. His right arm was bent at a weird angle. The worst of it, was the large shard of glass embedded in Daisuke's neck. It was obvious now that the car had been t-boned on the passenger side, shattering the glass and…
…instantly killing Daisuke. Satoshi stumbled back as the realization hit him. Dark, who had been screaming, was now unconscious on the ground. The ambulance could be heard in the distance. Satoshi looked up to spectre Daisuke, fear in his eyes. Daisuke simply watched the unconscious Dark, a pained look in his own eyes.
Another flash of light.
-×-
Satoshi found himself once again in the white area. Daisuke seemingly floated before him.
"He's angry… but he's also scared. He doesn't want to wake up. He knows… what happened. He realizes that I'm… not going to be there… and that as long as he's like this… he can still see me… sometimes."
Satoshi looked into the crimson eyes. He didn't bother saying anything; the spectre in front of him obviously wasn't done talking.
"But… He needs to wake up. He needs to live on… I've been trying to get him to wake up but… He doesn't listen to me. I tried to be angry with him, but… I can't… it's not fair. He won't listen!"
The poor boy looked near tears again.
"I think… the only thing I can do now… is leave… Satoshi, can you talk to him? If he wakes up? I know it's a lot to ask but…"
Without even thinking, Satoshi nodded his head. He felt compelled to offer his help for some odd reason. He almost felt guilty. Daisuke smiled softly, truly.
"It may be awkward, but make sure he knows I… that I love him… and that no matter what, he cannot blame himself. I know, I could wait until his subconscious appears again, but that would make it harder for him… I know it would."
Satoshi nodded again, digesting it all.
"Thank you… so much"
Another flash.
-×-
Satoshi opened his eyes and found himself leaning on the back wall, facing the bed. Daisuke was gone… but that really didn't surprise Satoshi. He didn't think much would after all that.
Slowly standing up, Satoshi made his way to Dark's side. He just hoped that conscious Dark wasn't as cruel as comatose subconscious Dark.
-×-
Three days later, one day after Krad was released from the hospital, Satoshi found himself in Dark's room again. Krad was leaning against the wall, his crutches leaning beside him. It was easy to tell that he wasn't happy.
Satoshi ignored the annoyance that Krad radiated. He promised to talk to Dark, and if that meant spending a little bit of time at least once a week in this room, then he would stick to it. After all, Daisuke thought that this would wake him up. Satoshi chose to believe that, and wished it would be sooner rather than later.
It wouldn't be until a week later, when Satoshi would amble his way into the small room and drop his stack of papers he was holding under one arm. Dark was sitting up, holding his head while a nurse checked his equipment.
Sensing someone, Dark quickly lift his head. "Dai–" He cut off, upon seeing who it was. He looked back down, as the nurse left and Satoshi made his way towards the bed.
"He's… not coming… is he? He really left…"
"I'm sorry Dark, Daisuke… Daisuke is gone… but, he left a message…"
-×-
If I had told you
You would have listened
You had stayed
You would be here forever
Never went away
It would never have been the same
All our time
Would have been in vain
All my thoughts are with you forever
until the day we'll be back together
I will be waiting for you
A/N: okies. It's longer, and I think it's a little rushed but... meh. I was worried it would get TOO long... I even contemplated putting it as it's own story, but then I said "Screw that- the loyal and AWESOME readers of Impulse may enjoy this more, and it would be easier to find."
Facts:
1) Not a Satoshi fan, I have no idea HOW he managed to get the leading role in this
2) Did you notice Satoshi's possible hint of connection to the accident? His and Krads? I give virtual pocky to people to point out the line I'm thinking of.
3) Quirk is a fun word.
So, R&R, because I wanna know if people like something like this. I wanna know if I have the stamina for length, or if it was horribly bad at the end. I'm really, REALLY too lazy to reread it, AGAIN.
Thank you