A/N: finally! Inspiration for this fic! (Teary-eyed) Kyo is so very emotional here (not really but for him, yeah)! I warned you people! It wasn't supposed to be like this, but it ended up being like this. I finally have a plot. All it took was eating soup. Mushroom soup. Anyway, do enjoy and forgive me for any mistakes done here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Samurai Deeper Kyo, just this story.

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"What do you mean by that?! Can't you save her?!" the distressed middle-aged man yelled out loud.

I was watching the whole scene with interest. My red eyes stared the other little girl down. She was writhing, trying to remove the oxygen mask strapped to her face. Her eyes were pleading for me to help her remove it. I just kept on staring at her as I watched my foster father calm her father down.

Kyoshiro was behind me, his face showed how worried he was. I turned to him and hit his shoulder, giving him the look that he took as 'calm down, dammit'. He quickly regained composure as he stepped up to hold my shoulder, a habit he was fond of doing. I let him.

The old man just shook his head as the younger man began to shake his shoulders. My eyes fell on the little girl again. Her eyes were clearly watering up as she reached out her shaking hand to her father who was clearly ignoring her.

"Save my wife! Save her!" he shouted, still vigorously shaking my father.

My father could only do so little to please the man and turned to me. I knew from the look he was giving me, he wanted me to tend to the little girl but watching the whole scene, I knew it was impossible for me to make it pass through the older men. I could only tighten my jaw and watch as the girl struggle with the oxygen mask.

Then, I never expected it. A rough brush against my shoulders caused me to look to my right and just saw a flash of black before staring at the empty spot behind me. I whipped around to see Kyoshiro rushing pass the men and tended to the little girl. His hands moved so swiftly…I had a tang of jealousy pass through my system for that one second. His swiftness matched our father. The way his hands made contact with the equipment, the removal of the oxygen mask and the quick resuscitation technique he applied…

…I could only stare in awe.

His precision of doing his job, his serious face, the tight lips forming as he did his work…he was a natural. A natural doctor. My dumb brother was a natural at what I have always wanted to become!

I narrowed my eyes at him as I watched the girl say her thanks to him. Her watery brown eyes and her broken speech, I wanted to be the one who saved her! I wanted to be the inexperienced child who saved another person's life!

Wait.

Am I jealous of Kyoshiro? The nitwit?

No.

No.

NO!

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"NO!"

"Kyo!" a worried voice cried out.

I opened my eyes. It was all a dream. And I had to scream if front of my assistant.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes again as I got off of the bed – for my patients – and sat up at the side as I tiredly massaged my temples. It was a long night. And I had fallen asleep on a bed that was filled with germs of past patients. Ugh.

I finally opened my eyes again as I stifled a yawn. Sakuya was always busy with something if it was not helping out patients. She would always be there, brewing my favorite coffee and organize all the folders and files of patients. She would put them in the filing cabinets in alphabetical order or by categorization of illnesses. She was a very helpful nurse.

"Sakuya."

"Yes?" she turned to me, halting what she was doing with the papers on my desk.

"Take a rest. Go home."

She looked at me annoyed as she huffed to continue what she was doing. "I don't want any of that from you! It's bad enough the matron asked me to take a rest and now you tell me to go home!"

"Well, you shuffling all those files give me a headache. Just take a coffee break or something. Preferably one without caffeine of course…" I stared at her lazily.

She finally stopped with her arranging and turned to me as I coughed. She crossed her arms as she gave me 'the look'. This look was not of asking me to 'calm down', but it was to ask me to 'take care of yourself'. I scoffed as she opened the drawer where I kept all the medicine.

"I'm fine, stop with that."

"No. I know you've been skipping all the healthy things to do lately. I'm so gonna ask you to eat this up!" she said with finality in her tone as she shoved a packet of paracetamol tablets into my unwilling hands.

"Just eat two tablets and-" I cut her off.

"-make sure you drink plenty of water and drink it with warm water and not cold. Take a rest as it will make you feel sleepy." I finished for her as I gave her a smirk.

She blushed and shrugged it off.

"I just want you to take a rest, okay?" she sighed.

"Same for you. I don't want my dead brother to haunt me if you got sick."

Silence filled the air.

"…Kyo, do you remember the time when Kyoshiro saved me from suffocation years ago?" she asked softly as she leaned her back to the wall.

I just stayed quiet.

"…I was always staring at him. He was worried of me so I kept on staring at him…sure that he was gonna help me."

What…?

"You were scary. You kept on glaring at me as I tried to look at Kyoshiro. I thought you never wanted to help me…"

I turned to her slowly.

"You know? It's funny how in the end it was you who passed the internship and not Kyoshiro. I'm not saying that I never had faith in you…it's just that…it's Kyoshiro's dream to become a doctor…"

I was sure my eyes were flaring with anger right now.

"Never in my wildest dreams…I- Kyo? What's wrong? Why are you fisting the blanket? You know how hard it is to smooth them up…"

Her voice completely died down as I heard the annoying ringing I heard years ago.

The day when Kyoshiro saved this woman's butt.

I pushed her away roughly and ignored her as she fell to the side. I did not even spoil her a look when I rushed to leave the claustrophobic room. No, not a second longer will I suffocate myself in that room.

I hate her.

She ruined everything.

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"Eh? Mibu-sensei? Why are you here? It's past the patients' bedtime! Hey!" I just ignored the on-duty nurse as I stormed through the ward.

I just needed to be with someone I am familiar with. Someone who would not push me away that easily, I needed…

I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it up, closing the small peephole window too. I let my whole body just fall with my back to the door, to the pure white floor. My legs lay haphazardly as I rested my hands on them, my head bowed low.

"Kyo? What are you doing here?"

I did not lift up my head to look at the other person in the room. I knew she would be there and just stare at me as I go into my embarrassing depression. I am not the type of person who would just look defeated in front of a person, let alone a weaker girl than me. It was just okay for me to let it all loose in front of her. She, who is without a connection in this world, the girl who possessed no other worries other than her own, I needed her acquaintance.

"Kyo?" even as her voice and presence drew closer; I did not stir from my dazed state.

"Kyo?" only an inch more will I am able to give my trust to her.

Her warm hand rested on my forehead as she brushed my bangs away with her other hand with gentleness I can only dream of experiencing. My tired eyes fell on her worried ones and I could not contain the suppressed pain in my chest anymore.

She gently removed her hand to replace her palm with her own forehead.

"You're not having a fever…"

That was it.

I crushed my lips against hers.

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It was warm.

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A/N: Oh! Is a pairing just born?! Ayo, I didn't want any love in this fic to blossom. Ah well, it was a good way to end this chapter though. Okay, how many of you peeps find Kyo very to the very, very OOC? I did. This was shorter than the first chapter. Sorry. I find Kyo to be poetic with his thoughts too, sorry again 'cause I'm in my poetic mood. I will update my other fics slowly. R&R, it's polite!