Guardian Angel
Chapter 7: It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.
Misaki's POV
"Don't worry so much, Usagi is okay."
"…"
"It's not you fault."
"…"
At first, I answered my brother, sometimes vehemently I might add, denying everything he said. Then after a while I just stayed quiet and didn't answer him, but my views were still unchanged. He was wrong. Usagi got hurt and it was my fault. It's a known fact that whenever the assignment was failed to be protected, it was automatically the guardian's fault, no matter what the circumstances. I awaited that provocation of that so graciously given status, but it never came. I wished it would, yet at the same time I'm was not ready to leave. Usagi still needs me, and I think I need him, too. Now, don't think I'm in love or anything because I'm not, but still I think I'll go insane if he's not around. There's this strange emotion that's a few notches above simple fondness, and surpasses the instinctual loyalty of a guardian angel, but I cannot describe it. It's the strangest thing, not knowing how you fell about someone, all you know that you never want them to leave. I', being silly. There's nothing more here than the altered feelings of an appointed guardian. It would be selfish of me to feel anything more.
I'd made up my mind to go back to the hospital after a day of painful contemplation and impatient waiting. Since my death wouldn't be coming anytime soon, I figured it would do no good moping around. I might as well. Anyway, I wanted to make sure he was okay. I could feel the pain in his heart, the broken feeling much the same as before even though I could only feel but a dull ache of his injuries. Somehow, that didn't comfort me. Usagi's body would heal, but scars would be forever left in his heart.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door that read 202 and went in. Usagi lie on the hospital bed. I crossed the room and sat down next to him. The silver-haired man's chest moved up and down rhythmically in the soft song of sleep. I sighed in relief, he didn't look to be in any pain.
Suddenly, he stirred and opened his eyes. He smiled up at me, then winced slightly when he tried to sit up. "I didn't think you were coming back," he murmured.
I bit my lip. "Of course I came back, baka. My life depends on yours."
"Is that the only reason?"
I felt my cheeks burn up furiously. I ducked my head to try to hide it. "Y-yes…" Usagi chuckled, but then stopped abruptly in a sharp higher note. I looked up to see his face twisted in pain. "Usagi-san, where's it hurt? He motioned toward his chest and I placed my hands a few inches over his torso, palms down. Closing my eyes, I concentrated all of my energy to my hands. I was nervous, this being only the second time trying to heal somebody, but that wasn't the reason I was trembling so. After a minute, I was exhausted and had to stop. I looked up to see Usagi staring at me with wide eyes. "What?"
He sat up, something he had not been able to do before. "How'd you do that? No, what did you do?"
Panting, I said slowly, "I healed you. Well, not all of you, just the worst parts."
He just stared. "That's amazing."
I leaned back in my chair and sighed. "I'm your guardian angel, it's to be expected."
Usagi lay back against his pillows pensively. He began slowly. "You keep talking about guardian angels and what you would do to protect me, but is that the only reason you came back?" he asked again.
It wasn't and I knew it.
…
"Misaki?" he sat up and looked at me.
I had my eyes closed so I couldn't see his face, which was probably a good thing since I was about to start crying as it was.
Seeing that I wasn't going to answer, he started talking again in a low dejected voice, With each word spoken it felt like my heart was going to burst. "I'm sorry for what I did. I figured since you were the one who wanted me to fall for you it'd be fine, but I didn't stop to consider how you really felt. That was so inconsiderate of me. You were just doing your job and I took advantage of that."
"U-Usagi, please stop."
"I really am sorry, though," he continued persistently. "I'm over Takahiro now, so you don't have to worry about that. It's just… no, it's fine. I won't touch you again, and¾"
"No!" My eyes were squeezed shut, but I could feel his immense surprise. "Usagi, I don't want to be a replacement. When this whole thing started, my feelings were completely professional, but now… now I don't know what to feel! I want to stay beside you, but not as a replacement, not just a guardian… I know I'm being selfish but… but…" Suddenly his arms were around me and he was kneeling on the floor in front of me. Stunned, I looked down to see him burying his face in my chest.
"Misaki…" he sighed.
The rapid beeping of the machines called alert from where he'd jerked the cords away from him. "Ah! Usagi, your IVs!"
"Misaki…"
I gave in and let him hold me, knowing well that the nurses would be rushing in soon ton see what was wrong. I didn't care. Seeing Usagi like this threw me over the edge, and I couldn't dam my tears up any longer. Feeling them slide down my cheeks, I hugged him back, thankful just to have him secure in my arms for the moment.
I'm sorry this is so short, but it's better than nothing. I won't be updating regularly on any of my stories for a while because of numerus reasons. (Like my being too lazy to do my Spanish homework so now I'm a whole module behind, or to work on my musicianship test that I need to compete by Thursday. hehheh heh...)
I hope you will continue to read still until I have time to post regularly.
I love you all! Please review and give some ideas for this story, 'kay? :]
