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Ch.4 Falling

A small child ran towards him, all smiles and gleeful laughter rang out from the boy's small lungs as Tsukasa picked him up for a swing. A beautiful woman came forward to them. Breath caught in his throat as he stared mesmerized by the soft heavenly glow to her fair complexion. His Tsukushi. She stood before him with her pretty dark eyes and warm smiles as she welcome him with open arms. He moved forward, the squirming boy in his arms held out his hands for his mother. Everything was beautiful, only too beautiful. In the instant he thought this, a bullet shot out, and pieces of this dream blew apart.

Aaahhhhhhh!

He shot straight from the bed; sweat covered him from head to toe. Breathing heavily as he tried to recall the present. Once remembering, regret took over him. Tsukushi! He thrust away the blanket and pulled out the ivy cord from his wrist, when sudden startle movements in the silent hospital room pulled his attention.

Being careful and cautious, he gropes for a weapon of some sort. The familiar nervous clearing of a man's throat calmed him.

Soujiro?

Yeah, please calm down and please refrain from strangling me with that ivy cord your holding.

The light turned on, and he turned away in adjustment to the bright beam. Soujiro and Akira sat nervously in the guest chair as they stare at him with wordless wonder. Indeed, the great domyouji dressed loosely in a hospital gown, butt naked while holding onto an ivy cord as if his life depended on it, would've definitely raises eyes and shock. But he could care less.

Where is she? Where is Tsukushi?

A deathly like whisper came out of him, it not only surprised the two but him as well. He felt his whole body shook with a small tremor of fear at the uneasy silence that lay between them. With a shaky laugh, he walked towards them, and gripped Akira's shoulder.

She's alright right? Hahaha, you know I had this crazy dream about Tsukushi and—

-Tsukasa she's still in the emergency. You been out for a few hours, we're still waiting for them to come out, but I think the baby is gone.

Soujiro's solemn whisper alarmed him. He turned and stared at this strangely familiar man. His familiar face that he had grown up with, but he couldn't quite put everything together.

What?

Was all he could croak out, as he choked with realization that this nightmare was not a dream but a reality.

The world suddenly came crashing down on him, his knees wobbled and he crumbled onto the ground in rare hysteria. Akira and Soujiro pulled him firmly to his feet and dragged him to the bed, and told him empty promise that Tsukushi will be okay.

Tsukasa soon became still as the day's event again claim his mind. His two friends stared questioning at one another, hoping in vain that the other would know what to do. The tension in the room soon erupts, as Tsukasa came to the conclusion that he must see his wife. He struggle against tight arms that held him back.

No longer can he see the faces of those that came rushing into the room. All he hears are hush urgent voices of nurses rushing around him. Then something sharp pricked him, and then he felt his whole body became lax as the fluid that infiltrate into his system took its effect. Tsukasa stare numbly at them, his whole body too tired and too sleepy to move. Soon even their voices became gibberish, and then they were just irritating shrilly noises that buzzed around him. His eyelids felt heavy, and weighed him down, and then it was all black.

Darkness surrounded him. He was naked and vulnerable. There was nothing but space, no support to ground him, nothing for him to anchor himself to. Loneliness and longing clawed at him. He felt alone, and desperate, desperate for something to grip to, something solid that he could grasp on to.

BEEEEEP! BEEP!

He soon surfaced, a breath caught him off guard and he sat up in a coughing fit. A warm hand rushed over patting his back. He glanced warily at the person beside him, who hurried to turn off his cell phone. And then he sees the familiar masculine face, his friend Rui.

Tsukasa, Tsukasa can you hear me?

Tsukasa opened his mouth, but words caught in his throat, no sound would escape, so he nodded. Rui gripped his shoulder and held his gaze, and told him in short that Tsukushi was okay, and safe, but they lost the baby.

The fall from Heaven to hell was in an instant. He gripped tightly onto the bedding, and then firmly turned to Rui.

Let me see her. I want to see her.

He managed to overcome the lump in his throat as he croak out his response. Rui nodded, and then pulled him to his feet as he handed him his handkerchief.

Tsukasa can only stare at him questioning before realizing there was wetness on his cheek. He turned and saw from the reflection of the window that he was crying, and shaking, and a total wreck.

Sardonically, he gives his thanks and took the handkerchief, while finding the irony of how the great Domyouji has been reduced to become this worthless crying person.

Rui nodded his understanding, and gripped his shoulders in support as he helped him dressed. With the flimsy hospital gown finally off of him, he hurried and rush towards Tsukushi's room.

Everyone had gathered around the sleeping Tsukushi, everyone in their solemn state could only give their condolences as they were ushered pass him.

He stumbled forward, unawared of anything but the women sleeping on the bed before him. Her face was emotionless, even peaceful. He sat beside her, trying to find words to say to her about their son. Dread engulfed his total being, perhaps the foretelling horror and pain in her eyes would really kill him. Gripping tightly on her hand, his thoughts again took him to the horrid afternoon that turned his life into a heaping mess.

Tsukasa?

With a jolt, he was brought out of his painful reverie.

Tsukushi opened her eyes as she stared at her handsome but tired husband. The blood shot red eyes, and strain in his face was worrisome. Tear drops flow from him, a towering man, a man of pride and arrogance was sobbing silently for her to see. Unknown guilt and the need to sooth his pain urge her to sit up. But all too soon, she felt weak and fell back to bed.

In a comforting attempt, she reaches forward with her hands as she touched his face. He turned his face and kissed shakily into her palm. She smiled tenderly up at him, and then pulled him forward to her. Their kissed was gentle and salty.

A crinkle formed between her brows as she stared into his agonized eyes. Then the surrounding of the room finally fully took her attention. The hospital gown, the ivy cord, and the past afternoon events caught up to her. Eyes widen with shock, she struggle to comprehend the situation at hand.

The baby!

Alarmed with fear and pain, she turned to her mournful husband, whose hand is now gently smoothing out her hair. He then grasp both of her hand gently and then tightened in their hold on hers, and she stared with sudden apprehension of the truth.

Her hands harshly pulled out of his as they searched for the familiar swollen belly she had been carrying these past few months. She wanted to be ignorant, to believe that this was a lie. She wanted to deny reality.

But, nothing.

Nothing was there but an empty stomach.

An empty, lifeless shell.

A wail sounded out the room.

The family and F4's outside shivered at the chilly sound of loss. Everyone stood frozen over the spot, no one dare to move, and mourning overshadows the group as they stood rigid outside the patient room.

Sound of empty comfort was heard over the muffled desperate crying and shrieking.

The happily married couple's life started to unravel.

Shards of the glass gleamed in contrast to the gloom and foreboding.

The rim of the fallen glass cup cracked.

-To be continued-

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