A Family? Chapter 2
The usualy stuff.
Auntie Toyha is coming! ahhh!
Let's us Get'er done.
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"'Like she says, a person's just gotto talk sometimes.'" Hina finished.
Her mother clapped. "I like that one. What do you guys think?" Yasha-san asked.
"She's so good at reading! She's only six and she's at a 10 year old level!" Hiroki exclaimed, basking in the child's glory.
Yasha-san breathed in sharply. "She is very, very good. Honey, I'm so proud of you." she kissed the girl's forehead, her eyes tearing up.
"Mommy, don't cry. You should smile the last few days." Hina smiled sadly. She hugged her mother tenderly then turned to Hiroki and Nowaki.
Nowaki looked at his lover, a smile full of sorrow on his face. "Hiro-san, we should leave them alone."
"Hai." Hiroki answered, walking out the door. Nowaki scampered out after the older man.
Nowaki shut the door quietly and was shocked by the dark ora surrounding his lover. "Hiro-san, what's wrong," Nowaki pressed gently.
"Did you not see that? That-that horrible scene in there? Hina-chan's mother is dying and Hina is being so strong!" Hiroki whispered loudly, close to tears.
Nowaki was taken back by this. That was more of something he himself would've said. What a switch on rolls!
Nowaki hesitantly wrapped his arms around the tinier man. "Baka . . ." Hiroki whispered out, trying to hold back sobs.
"Oh, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered, lost for words. He couldn't say" It'll be alright," because they knew that no matter how hard they tried; that little girl's mother was going to die.
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That afternoon Hiroki took a very, very long shower. He was going over everything in his mind from the time he had his first conversation to today's visitation. Yasha-san was getting worse and worse by the hour, minute, second! As much as Hiroki and Nowaki wanted to protect little Hina-chan from this; there was nothing they could do. Hiroki finally remembered Hina was out in the main room reading while Nowaki was in the kitchen making dinner. He got out of the shower reluctantly and grabbed a towel off the rack and dried off a little bit. He then wrapped itaround his waist and walked out the door- releasing the steam.
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Ring! Ring! "Hello?" Hiroki answer, slipping on his shirt. "It's my monthly check in." the voice on the other end answered.
"What do you want Toyha?"Hiroki asked annoyed.
"Well, Mother wanted me to call. Y'know, her regular, 'You getting married anytime soon?' thing." she answered, annoyed.
"NOT ANYTIME SOON!" Hiroki shouted.
"So does that mean you're with someone?" She asked, a smirk in her voice.
"Yes, actually I have. Have you?" he smirked, knowing this would get to her.
"OH! Hiroki Kamijou! I will have your head!" she shouted from the other end.
Hiroki chuckled. "It's alright Toyha, I me-"
"I'm coming over to meet him." Toyha declared.
"How did you know it was a him?!" Hiroki exclaimed.
"Oh, c'mon, bro. I knew you liked that Akihiko dude all along. Seriously." she smirked.
"Ugh! Fine. Just . . . don't bring mom, okay?" Hiroki gave in awkwardly.
"You have my word," and with that, she hung up.
No matter how many times he complained about his sister, she was family and his little sister. He felt protective. Almost as much as he felt towards Nowaki. But could she get in the way of their relationship? Oh God, he hoped not.
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Knock, knock, knock!
"Hmm . . ." Hiroki woke from his sleep. "Come in." he said quietly.
Little Hina-san crawled up next to him. Her eyes were full of tears- though she was trying to sniffle them back. Hiroki didn't understand.
"Wh-what's wrong, Hina?" he asked softly, trying to catch her gaze.
She held a piece of paper in her hand. Hiroki opened it softly and gasped at the picture. There was a picture of Yasha-san and Hina both smiling and looking at eachother. Yasha-san was healthy, alive, and beautiful. Hina was covered in white powder-most likely flower and Yasha-san hand some in her hair. It was such a happy memory.
"When will she get better?" Hina asked in a quiet voice.
This shocked Hiroki, he thought the girl understood perfectly well- her mother was not getting better. After she was gone, she was not coming back.
Was it best to explain or tell her straight off that she was never coming back. Normally Hiroki would justcome out and say it, but this little girl . . . well, he just couldn't hurt her anymore than she is.
Tommorrow, he'd have to go visit Yasha-san and have her explain to her daughter what was happening.
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"Yasha-san . . ." Hiroki said akwardly. "Hina . . . I thought she might've understood that you were . .well . . . "
"Dying?" she finished.
"Hai, but last night . . . she asked me when you were going to get better and well . . . "
"Oh." she gasped. "I guess I should explain it too her." she said, raspily.
"It's just, I didn't know what to tell her . . ."
"That's what Nowaki said. Sometimes your not as good with words, like- oh- I don't know . . . saying, 'I love you.'" Yasha-san said, not harshly, but hinting.
Hiroki winced as if he'd been slapped.
"Nowaki's not as great with telling someone they're dying. The blond doctor had to do it." she half-heartedly smiled.
Hiroki fumed.
"Bring her in here and I'll try to explain." Yasha-san said weakly.
Hiroki walked out the door, a pained expression on his face. "Hina, your mother would like to speak with you," he called to the little girl, coloring on a piece of paper.
"Hai!" she said, smiling. She got up and ran hurriedly into the room. Hiroki watched the scene for a bit. When he saw the dark haired girl go into her mother's weak arms and Yasha-san'sexpression get serious, he looked away. He couldn't bare to watch. He walked over to the piece of paper and looked at it.(1)
It was of stick figures. One had brown hair, the other two had black hair, one a boy, one a girl. The brown haired one was a boy also. There was a sun with sunglasses and a blue sky and green grass. The people had name's next to them. The brown haired one was labeled, "Hiroki." Then the black haired guy was labeled, "Nowaki." The short black-haired girl was labeled, "Hina," and below it all- in the green grass, it said, "My new Family."
Hiroki wanted to cry- happy tears of course.
He had to find Nowaki. He was somewhere in this hospital, he knew that.
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"Nowaki!" Hiroki said loudly, panting slightly.
"Wha-"
"Look! Look at what Hina made!" Hiroki exclaimed.
"Oh Hiro-san!" Nowaki grabbed the paper. He looked at it, his eyes wondering the paper. "It's gorgeous! We have to frame it." he stated.
"A- okay." Hiroki didn't even bother to protest, he totally agreed.
Nowaki hugged him. Hiroki only then protested. "We're in a public place! You little brat!" Hiroki whispered loudly- harshly.
"Mmm, Hiro-san!"
"! We need you in room 253!"
Yasha-san's room, Hiroki thought, feeling numb suddenly.
Nowaki rushed past everyone and the smaller Hiroki trailed behind, almost as fast.
When they reached it it was filled with Hina's cries. "M-mommy, wake-up! C'mon Mommy, wake-up, please. I- Mommy, c'mon!" she screamed helplessly.
"Mommy, please . . . " she whispered, tears sliding down her angelic face.
"Hiro-san get Hina!" Nowaki shouted to the littler man.
It took Hiroki awhile to take in what was happening. He finally scrambled to get the tiny girl of her mother's- possibly- dead body. He held the little girl bridal style and pushed her head onto his chest- covering her view from the horrid scene in front of them, and stepped away.
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Nowaki and other doctors spent an hour trying to revive this woman, doing everything in their power.
They tried, but the bottom line was this: a little girl just lost her mother; cancer just destroyed another beautiful soul . . .
And two lovers just lost a friend.
Overcome by emotion, Hiroki held on tightly to the little girl and they cried together. It didn't matter it was a public place, they just lost someone dear to them in many ways.
Nowaki soon joined the two; his new family- and cried with them.
Why did this have to happen?! they all thought silently.
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-3 days later!-
The incident that happened three days again made Hiroki's heartthrob, Nowaki's heartbreak, and Hina even more quiet.
Hiroki realized that if he were to lose someone- a loved one- Nowaki- to death's hands, he wouldn't be able to carry on through life to his fullest.
Nowaki realized how hard it really was to lose someone so close to you . . . and when they proclaimed Yahsha-san was dead, he thought about what it would be like losing his Hiro-san like that.
Hina remembered her Mother's words clearly. "Hina, you will always be my sun. I will always be in your heart, my baby. See you in enternity, my sun . . . " and then she passed on into heaven . . . Just to know that someday, Hina and her Mother would meet again- well, she'd be able to live on until that day.
A phone ringing disrupted the family's silent dinner.
"Hello?" Nowaki answered. "Hai, of course. Okay. Ba-bye Toyha-san," Nowaki said half-heartedly.
"Toyha? What did she want?" Hiroki asked gruffly.
"She's at the train station and she's coming to stay for a week." Nowaki said, playing with his rice.
"Oh, great. Just what we need. Crazy Toyha's coming . . . " Hiroki murmured.
"What's crazy about her?"Hina asked quietly.
"Well first of all, she has horrible anger issues, she just starts throwing things at you," Hiroki paused.
"Maybe she got that from you, Hiro-san," Nowaki teased.
Hiroki flushed and grabbed his spoon and flung itat Nowaki- hard.
"Ow!" Nowaki shouted.
Hina stayed quiet through-out the rest of the arguement.
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A/N: Told you Auntie Toyha was coming! Alright, I hated having to kill of Hina's mother- in this chapter. I expected her to live past Toyha's visit, but I guess it didn't work that way, huh?
(1): The drawing- I made it on paint and the link shall be on my Homepage ASAP!
Thank-you readers and reviewers! Ily!
Next chapter will be up as soon as I finish it/asaf!
ttyl!
Oh, and can you guess the book she was reading in the beginning? It's a book full of other stories and Meg Cabot is one of the authors. Guess! David Levithan and others are also in the book, btw. The answer will be in the next chapter!