The Violinist's Phone: Chapter 4
--The two so different, so many miles apart. Yet all it took was a single message to bring them together.--
"Ikuto?"
A frail looking blonde opened her eyes. Her lips were bluish and chapped. Strands of hair lay on the pillow. There wasn't much left on the head anyway. What was left of the beautiful Tsukiyomi Utau was a pale looking living corpse. She was in the middle of her final cancerous stage. The image itself was depressing.
Ikuto looked at his sister. It was true that he cared about her but she always took it the wrong way therefore he had tried to keep a good distance between them to tell her it was impossible for them to be together. Yet even so, she was still clinging on to him. On the feeble hope that he would accept her and so would the society.
"Take your medication Utau."
"I don't want to! Not unless you are willing to be my lover."
"You know it is impossible we are sib-"
"I know! Siblings right?! That doesn't explain anything! I'm a female, you are male what's so wrong about that?!"
"Utau!"
"Then it is no use living on then. Chemotherapy isn't helping anyway. I've tried too many times. I'm tired Ikuto."
The nurse bustled in to give her the usual medication but she smacked it aside. The syringe flew and fell onto the hard tiled floor. The woman sighed and picked up the instruments. She looked at Ikuto.
"Try to convince her to take her medication or she won't last a week."
He nodded.
"If she agrees come look for me or press that button."
Utau avoided looking at her brother.
"Fine."
"What?"
"I will be your lover now are you willing to take the medication?"
"You are not lying are you?"
"No."
"Hai!"
She immediately perked up. It was not a good choice but it would have to surface for now. Let's just hope he would not have to face the horror when she finally recovered.
- - -
"Miki! Come here!"
Amu yelled.
"Right I'm coming. Oh my…."
It was the sunrise. They had both went up the Eiffel tower to see the sunrise. Amu knew it was beautiful as she had seen it in the catalogue but the real thing was just indescribable. The shining rays of the sun bounced off the rooftops lighting up the entire area. Miki immediately took out her small sketch book and started drawing.
"I wish I could stay here for forever…"
"Uh huh."
- - -
The two, Amu and Miki took the lift down to the first floor. Their stomachs growled in unison.
"Amu do you know of- Amu-chan?"
It was the brunette. Amu blinked and forgot about her hunger. It was him once more! Thank goodness he looked so much better.
"Hey Miki, could you go back to the hotel suite on your own? I got something I need to do."
"Don't take too long and don't forget about the promise!"
"Okay okay."
The two parted ways. Amu headed towards the brunette once more. He had not seemed to notice her.
"How are you feeling?"
The said person jerked up immediately, surprised by the sudden sound.
"I'm fine."
"That's good to know."
"And thanks for helping me."
He muttered rather inaudibly.
"Of course, no problem!"
Just then, his phone rang. He took it up urgently.
"Right. I will be right there. Hang on."
His forehead crease with worry, his face started to pale rapidly. Amu noticed the sudden change in atmosphere.
"Um, what's happening?"
He hesitated before telling her.
"My, my friend is having another seizure in the hospital."
He snapped his phone shut and rushed to hire a taxi. Amu followed closely behind.
"Saint Marie hospital and make it quick!"
The driver nodded and drove quickly even without being asked to. Many times they had nearly beat the red light but now wasn't the time to worry about fines. Amu sat quietly at the back, never uttering a single word. Many irritated drivers honked at them, trying to show their utter annoyance by the way they were driving. Nevertheless, they managed to reach the hospital quickly. The brunette rushed out of the car, even forgetting to pay the fare, leaving Amu to deal with it. Amu thrust a 50 dollar note at him and thanked the driver before chasing after the rather flustered and panicky looking brunette.
"Sir, don't run in the corridors! Not you too Mademoiselle!"
He slammed open the door, his outburst shocking the occupants in the room, making them look up to see who was the intruder.
"How is she?!"
"Calm down sir, we've have gone through the medical procedures and she is fine-"
"HOW IS SHE?!"
"She is fine sir! Please do not raise your voice at us and step outside to talk so as to not to disturb the patient."
He nodded numbly. Amu sat down on one of the benches waiting for the conversation to end. Finally, with a curt nod, the doctor nodded and left. He sighed and collapsed onto the chair beside her. Amu hit his head lightly.
"Ow! Why did you do that for?!"
"Stupid! You don't just go storming into the hospital yelling at the top of your voice!"
"Right…"
"Oh and you owe me twenty five dollars."
"Why?"
"Taxi fare."
"Oh."
He fished out a twenty dollar and a five dollar bill and handed it to her.
"Here"
Amu looked at him, regarding him rather curiously like a specimen.
"What's her name?"
"Hoshino Utau."
"I see."
- - -
Nothing was going well. The famous musician suddenly stopped going to his concerts. No one knew why. It turns out that he was trying to finding a suitable bone marrow donator. The main was trying. It could not be just anyone as the blood type of his sister was really rare. Curse his ancestors for being so 'royal' or 'pure'. It was almost impossible to find anyone to help.
He went to visit her once more but was surprised when he saw a pink haired girl sitting on the chair beside his sister looking after her. On the bedside table was a vase containing fresh bright yellow flowers. The lamp was turned on dimly. The two were having quite an animated conversation until they noticed another presence in the room.
"Why…are you here?"
"Ikuto!"
A voice chirped.
"Huh? Ikuto?! Why are you here?"
"Hey I asked first!"
"I am helping to look after her."
"What for?"
"You should answer my question first."
"She is my sis- friend."
"Oh…"
Ikuto looked at his bed-ridden sister solemnly. Now it was difficult for her to even try moving around. Her days were numbered he knew. Utau decided not to say anything when he said she was his friend.
"Erm…what's your friend suffering from?"
"Leukemia."
"Can I try to see if my blood type fits hers?"
- - -
Ikuto paced along the corridor anxiously. Two lives might be lost but he hoped for the best. Like how they said…hope for the best, prepare for the worst. But he wasn't prepared. If anything, he didn't know what to do if they were to actually cease to exist. The light that illuminated the surgical board dimmed and a tired doctor came out.
"How was it?"
"Successful."
He let out the air he didn't even realized he was holding. Thank god. Two beds were rushed out of the room several minutes later. He would have to thank the pink head later.
- - -
Most said that the night's concert was one of the best ever heard. Immediately when the concert was finished he rushed out of the auditorium. Yoru was left to deal with his troublesome fans. His destination? The hospital.
- - -
"Amu! How can you just donate your bone marrow to some random person on the streets?!"
Miki screeched like an over concerned mother.
"A favor to repay?"
She answered meekly.
"What kind of favor is that?!"
"Bye Miki, a patient needs her rest."
"Wait-"
Amu flipped her phone closed and let her head sink back to the bed her head rested on the thick fluffy pillows. She was exhausted. Who wouldn't be after the operation? Geez, why was she so intended on proceeding with the operation in the first place anyway? The door creaked open and a person walked in.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks."
"I should be the one saying that."
"No really. It was nothing."
"How much do you want?"
"What?"
"How much money do you want?"
"No. I don't need any."
He was taken aback. Why didn't she want it? She smiled weakly at him.
"Take it as a charity case."
- - -
'I can't believe I would just donate part of my vital part to a random person.'
'If you can't believe it then why did you do it?'
'I couldn't stand seeing someone in need but not helping them.'
'I see.'
'Neko-san, what are you afraid of?'
'Why ask the question?'
'Just curious.'
- - -
"Nadeshiko-chan! Does this place make you feel like daydreaming?"
"No. Why?"
"Cause whenever Amu-chin comes here she starts to day dream and doesn't want to talk to Yaya!"
Nadeshiko just smiled serenely at Yaya and shrugged. Of course she knew more than Yaya did but she knew Amu treasured her privacy.
Miki in the meanwhile visited Amu in the café whenever she could, occasionally helping them to design their uniforms and such. All was quiet and peaceful for a while until Tsukiyomi decided to step into the shop once more, trailing behind was Yoru.
"Welcome to…"
"Hello Amu."
The occupants in the room froze. Was this it? Ikuto's lover? She frantically waved her arms signaling that he was not her boyfriend or anything and that they two did not shared any special relationship whatsoever. The doorbell tinkled once more and Miki entered.
"Hey Amu-chan I'm here to visit you…"
The two, Yoru and Miki gawked at each other before pointing.
"IT'S YOU!"
"Miki you know him?"
"Yoru, since when did you meet up with anyone that I didn't know of."
"I saw him at the last concert, you know, the one that you want to go to but couldn't?"
"You remember the reddish hair girl nya? The blue one was her friend."
"Oh…."
Silence lurked across the room.
"Amu-chan, you are being pretty calm."
"I know Miki, everyone is too."
The previous customers who were sipping their coffee were now eyeing at them. Cameras poking out from the side of the lamppost and bushes waiting for something big to happen. Amu smile began to twitch.
"Ne, it is eerily quiet isn't it?"
A person sitting at the darkest part of the room slowly pulled out a black revolver from his coat. He aimed at the blue haired person. His index finger lingering at the trigger. Without hesitation he pulled it.
"Bang!"
Everyone's attention turned from the pair to the person horrified. Amu's eyes widen. Yoru opened his mouth and tried to shout unsuccessfully. The rest of the people stared on hopelessly, shocked and rooted to the ground. The said bullet sliced through the air, its target, Tsukiyomi Ikuto.
- - -
The only thing I'm afraid of is losing you…
Hey people! Yesterday was my birthday! Wheeee. So yea. A slower update. I decided not to change anything lol. Main source of inspiration of this fic is the song 'Losing You' from Eiffel 65. I would recommend listening it while reading cause I wrote it while listening to it...eh. You can choose not to.
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Luna
