Hello, and welcome to the first actual chapter of my story. Please enjoy it.

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Road to Recovery
[Awaken]

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By lightning-storm

"Un" The man groaned as he felt a knocking pain rip through his temples. Where was he? Moreover who-? The young man lost his train of thought as a different type of pain coursed through his body. He tried to scream but found his body was unable to cooperate with him. A slight twinge of panic raced through the man's subconscious as he realized he couldn't move, he couldn't feel and he couldn't speak. What frightened him most, however, was that he had no idea why.

The dark haired man gasped as a second pain lurched through his body and his unbeaten heart pounded a mile a minute inside his chest. Wait a minute…he thought unbeaten heart? But he didn't have a heart. He had gone away and met her. Met who? Why couldn't he figure it out? Just than an image pierced his thoughts; there were two girls, a pink haired cutie with a winning smile and young beauty with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. He knew those eyes, they had belonged to her, the girl he lo-what was her name?

Soft laughter pierced the fog of his mind before he felt a third intense pain tear through his flesh, rocking spasmodically as the environment around him disappeared for just a moment. A strange feeling of weightlessness wrought through his form before his surroundings seemed to spin, and the hazy blackness that he had felt for so long began to take shape, reality once again coming to the fore. He had gotten surgery, he hadn't wanted it. Angry and frustrated he jumped off the roof, unable to bear the thought of never singing, never voicing his words once again. He had died, hadn't he?

The young man groaned, terribly aware of the leaden feeling throughout his body, as the uncomfortable futon like bed beneath his form seemed to bite into his flesh, and what felt like hundreds of lines tied him in place. He nearly choked on a long tube that felt as if it was stuck in his throat, and an inky blackness seemed to take over his senses. His brain begged him to open his eyes. However, try as he might, it could not be, the unwanted, leaden muscles and flesh so heavy that he began to wonder if perhaps he was an iron statue rather then a solid being of flesh and blood. His once weak heart was strong; pounding so hard that he was certain anyone within a kilometer's reach could hear it. The sounds around him seemed to blur as one, rushing together like the sound of a roaring waterfall spilling overhead. As the inky blackness began to fade, the once ferocious sound began to dim, blending into distinct types as his awareness began to rise.

Sounds ranged from beeping, to bells, to groans to tones he felt he should know, but could not make light of. Slowly but surely muffled tones took on voices. Voices broke into syllables; syllables turned into words, and words sentences. Speech, was that what it was? A searing pain flushed about his cool skin, the pain so vast, that he felt as if he had been ripped into life from the jaws of death. So severe was the sensation that he wanted to scream, but when he tried, nothing came out. His jaw which felt like it had been set for years protested at the unfamiliar motion and the burning sensation that now fueled his body, turned to a strange numbness before a warm liquid seemed to rush through his veins. All seemed quiet before a distant sound of dainty feet padded against the floor. He barely managed to register a small creaking before there was a soft click and a sound of rustling papers nearby. A soft breathing to his right penetrated his mind, seemingly calming him as the time progressed and a cool air washed over his form.

"Ok, Capetti-San," a soft feminine voice spoke up. "How are you today?"

"Eh?" a more masculine voice muttered, "I'm hungry."

"I understand sir," she whispered, "but I need to wait until your tests comeback, doctor's orders."

"Tests, I don't need no stinking tests, I need food! I already know what the tests will say," he managed to shout before coughing slightly. His next words were weak, and gruff, and the young man felt the urge to frown before he felt a sharp tingling sensation course through his hands and head. Shocked, yet somewhat relieved about the strange warmth the young man pushed to move again, but to no avail. Never one to give up, again he tried to move but with little success. Finally after what seemed like forever, he felt a strange stinging sensation go through his body, from the top of his cranium to the tip of his toes, and slowly but surely, his body began to react. It was almost as if his mind and body were springing to life again. His eyelids twitched in response to his thoughts, and the young man slowly clenched his eyes, frowning against the bright flicker of light that seemed to trickle through his eyelashes.

"Okay comatose patient Takuto Kira-san." she said sadly before placing a gentle hand over forearm. " Let's see…"

Blood seemed to rush through his limbs, and the young man once known as Takuto Kira felt a strange sense of fear at the warm touch. Takuto forced his fingers open, thrilled, yet startled that his body finally seemed to be reacting to his command, and quickly grabbed the offending hand.

"Ahhh!" he heard the woman scream, and his once heavy eyelids lightened significantly before he easily opened them. Grey-blue eyes were temporarily blinded as light that he had not seen for so long, flooded his all too sensitive oculars. It hurt. It really hurt, he thought. Suddenly very aware of the pressure he was putting on the warm flesh beneath his fingers, the young man winced against the light and loosed his grip on the frightened shadow, "Kira-san!" he heard her soft voice call out, and the young man opened his eyes ever so slowly, adjusting to the brightness as he did so. "Takuto Kira-san! Takuto Kira-san is awake!"she called again, and the once shadowy figure took on the form of a tan beauty with almond shaped eyes, and dark brown hair. Three or four more people rushed to the side of his bed, poking in prodding at the cords lodged in his flesh, much to his annoyance.

"Kira-san is awake?" They asked in surprise, and the frazzled dark haired beauty regained her composure before pointing to the other woman in an authoritative way. She seemed to be shouting some type of instruction before lightly removing the cord in Takuto's throat, much to his relief. Most of the words sounded like garbled sounds, until a different, yet clear cut voice pierced the sluggish fog that seemed to surround his thoughts.

"Wakaoji-Sensei must be notified," A woman with light skin and blonde locks exclaimed, and Takuto widened his eyes at the name, wondering why it had seemed so familiar. Almost as suddenly as the thought occurred, a sharp pain shot through his head, nullifying the familiarity. The last thing he remembered was someone putting a mask over his nose and a shadowed figure against the wall. The colors in his vision seemed to blur once more before his world went black once again.

~To Be Continued~

There's the second chapter! I suppose it's a bit rough, but I did want to get this out before continuing on something else. Any other updates will likely be on my Deviant Art, unless some people want more. I still have other chapters to catch up with after all. Thank You and please Read &Review.