The Ryoga/Ukyo Chronicles
By Jeremy Sumerlin (aka the Girthman)
Disclaimer:
Ryoga, Hiroshi, Daisuke, and Ukyo are not my creations and are all
copyright of Rumiko Takahashi. I’d like to thank Takahashi-sensei for her
great series. I once again claim no credit for their creation, however, some
of the characters are my creations (aka Migi & Hidari, Dr. Koan, Kikyo, and
Ryu) and I do claim them, so there!
Chapter Five: Intensive Care
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The hospital smelled strangely to Ukyo Kuonji. She didn’t like that
sterilized, medicinal fragrance. It was kind of like the scents in the
medicine cabinet at home, only...magnified. She sighed to herself, realizing
that this was apparently the best thing she could think about. But, it
wasn’t. There was something else she wasn’t trying to think about. Something
that had happened earlier.
She sighed and turned uncomfortably in the waiting room chair. The
bandage on her leg itched, but the doctor, a kind older man named Koan, had
strictly forbid her from scratching it. She scanned the room, looking for
something else to think about. Nearby, Hiroshi was reading an issue of
Modern Economics and seemed to be committing it to memory. Near him sat Ryu,
looking very out of place in his garish gold, silver, and jade kimono and
carrying his daisho. He was reading an issue of Highlights magazine, and was
staring at the pages, cold faced. Daisuke wasn’t reading anything. He was
leaning against the front desk talking with a young nurse. Ukyo thought she
heard him say something about a thermometer, and the nurse slapped him.
Hard. Ukyo winced, but couldn’t help but chuckle. Daisuke turned and scowled
at her, stomping over and taking an empty seat across from Hiroshi.
"No luck, sugar?" Ukyo said lazily. Daisuke frowned and rubbed his cheek
ruefully.
"She doesn’t know what she’s missing." He said angrily. "I mean, I have
looks, brains, charisma,-"
"A thick head." Hiroshi added, looking over from Modern Economics.
"A lack of spiritualistic self-discipline." Ryu added, not even bothering to
look up from Highlights.
"That doesn’t matter!" Daisuke sneered. "You guys don't get it. Charisma! I
have Charisma! That’s the hand you need to win at dating!"
"Hand?" Hiroshi said, looking at his friend. "Hmm, I haven't heard this one
yet."
"It's simple." Daisuke said. "Dating is like a poker game. You gotta have a
good hand to win. Charisma is...well, like a royal flush. It's a hand you
can't lose with."
"Well, look at it this way," Ukyo said, turning again in her chair, "You
should be glad you’ve got such a good hand. At the rate you’re going, you’ll
need one."
Daisuke scowled and mumbled something about needing water. He stood
up and slinked off towards the elevators. Hiroshi burst out into a fit of
laughter. Ryu silently closed the magazine and began to compare the front
and back covers of the What’s Different? puzzle. Ukyo stood, stretched, and
walked over to the desk. The nurse that had walloped Daisuke smiled politely
at her.
"Um, can I ask about a Ryoga Hibiki?" she said. They’d been waiting for over
two hours with no word. She was getting sick of this hospital. The nurse
glanced over a clipboard and nodded.
"Yes, what about him?" she said.
"Well, I was wondering how he was doing. That’s all. I’m a friend of his."
Ukyo said as politely as she could. The nurse looked a few things over and
then pointed to the ward entrance.
"Why don’t you go see for yourself?" she said sweetly. "Third door on the
right."
Ukyo smiled and thanked the lady, then turned and walked back to the
two guys sitting and reading.
"Hey, I’m going to go see Ryoga. Wanna come?"
"Sure." Hiroshi said, putting his magazine down. "Why not? I have nothing else to do."
Ryu looked at the Highlights magazine, then at the ward door.
"I will remain here." He said sternly. "I must to guard the door."
"Guard the door?" Ukyo said quizzically. Ryu nodded.
"Guard from who?" Hiroshi said. "We’re on the ninth floor."
Ryu looked around then leaned close to them.
"Shinobi-Nin." He said in a whisper. Ukyo frowned and looked at Hiroshi. He
shrugged.
"Ninja." Ryu said, annoyed. "Must always watch for Ninja. Is very dangerous."
"Right...." Hiroshi said. "You do that. We’re just going to go in there." He
turned and pointed at the ward door. Ryu nodded silently. Slowly, Ukyo and
Hiroshi walked into the door and towards Ryoga’s room.
"What a freak." Hiroshi said. "I don’t trust that guy at all. He gives me the
creeps."
"Well, Hiroshi," Ukyo said cheerfully. "Now you’re even." Hiroshi looked at
her, puzzled.
"You don’t think he likes you, do you?" she said sweetly, and hurried to
Ryoga’s room. Hiroshi was left standing in the hallway, frowning.
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Ryoga laid on the hospital bed, taking in his surroundings. He
couldn't believe they took him to a hospital. They acted like he was going
to die or something. He could have throttled Ryu for suggesting it. But,
then, Ukyo'd insisted. He couldn't refuse.
Sighing, he rolled over again and tried to absorb more of the bleak
scenery. The room smelled funny to him. He didn’t like that sterilized smell
that seemed to hang around everything. Distantly, he thought it was kind of
like the smell in the medicine cabinet, only...magnified. He sighed to
himself, realizing that this was apparently the best thing he could think
about. But, it wasn’t. There was something else he wasn’t trying to think
about.
Doctor Koan slid into the room and quickly checked all the machines
and charts over, then walked to Ryoga’s bedside. The doctor was a man of
about forty or forty five, with short, neat brown hair, with streaks of gray
at the temples. He was in good shape, was tall, and wore small glasses.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hibiki." He said politely. Ryoga smiled. He’d only known
Doctor Koan for a few hours, but he liked the old man. It was like the
grandfather he couldn’t remember having.
"Hey, doc." Ryoga answered weakly. The fight with Hidari had taken more out
of him than he’d thought. But he’d get over it soon enough. He’d trained
himself to be resilient. He’d be out by tomorrow.
"And how are you feeling?" he said, looking the bandannaed boy over. Ryoga
tried his best to shrug, given his position.
"Eh." he half said, half grunted. "Okay, I guess. I'll be fine by tommorrow."
Dr. Koan nodded.
"Indeed," he said. "Given how fast you're recovering from injuries like
these, you should be just fine. I want you to stay here tonight, though."
Ryoga nodded. "Sure thing, doc." he said. "No problem."
"Mr. Hibiki, one more thing." Koan said. "There is a very attractive young
lady out here who wants to see you. I’m going to let her in now. The thing
is, when that door closes, what side would you prefer I be on?" he said
slyly, grinning. Ryoga chuckled, then cursed himself as he felt his side
burn painfully.
"No, that’s okay doc." Ryoga said, smiling. "We’re just friends."
Doctor Koan nodded. "Very well, then." He said, and turned to walk to
the door. Ryoga sighed and reflected for a moment on the events of that day.
Well, mostly on one event. He kissed her. No, she kissed him. Well, at any
rate, they kissed. It was something else. He’d hurt so much after beating
Hidari, but for those few seconds when their lips met, he’d forgotten it
all. The pain. The misery. The sorrow. The exhaustion. He’d forgotten it
all, lost in the electricity of the moment. This was what he’d been trying
not to think about. He didn’t want to feel like this. Not now. Not with his
best friend. He sighed inwardly as Koan opened the door, and she strode in,
followed by Hiroshi.
"Hey buddy." Hiroshi said cheerfully. "How’ve you been holding up?"
"Fine." Ryoga said. He turned to the okonomiyaki chef who was kneeling at his bedside.
"Hey." He said somewhat silently. She smiled and took his hand into hers.
"Hey yourself, you big idiot." She teased. "You certainly are taking your
sweet time healing up. We need to get on the road."
Ryoga snorted, chuckling slightly. "Hey, I had to fight the tough one,
remember? I deserve some rest."
Ukyo giggled and brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. He thanked
her silently. It was really beginning to bother him.
"You’re right." She said. "Some rest. But not too much. Don’t want to fall
out of step with your fighting skills."
"Why?" Ryoga said. "Expecting a rematch with Migi and Hidari?"
Ukyo shrugged. "You never know. I learned from hanging around Ranchan that
when you beat someone, that usually doesn’t mean that they won’t be back."
Ryoga nodded. He knew from experience. He was like that.
Doctor Koan tapped Hiroshi on the shoulder. He didn’t want to
interrupt Hibiki and his girlfriend...er, friend.
"What is it?" Hiroshi said, somewhat impolitely. Dr. Koan frowned for a
moment.
"He’ll need to be here overnight. You can stay, if you want. One of you can
be in the room at a time." He said. Hiroshi nodded, then looked at Ryoga and
Ukyo.
"Well, then, I guess this means I’ll be here tonight." He said, but Dr. Koan
grabbed his shoulder and dragged him out of the room. He shut the door
behind him, wanting Hibiki to have his privacy. He liked the boy. He
reminded him of the grandson he’d lost in that car accident. Distantly, he
shook the melancholy feeling from himself and spoke to Hiroshi, who was
trying in vain to extricate himself from the doctor’s surprisingly tight
grip.
"Sir, I think it would be in everyone’s best interests if that young woman
were to stay there. He seems to enjoy her company, and I think that would
speed along his recovery significantly. Understand?" he said grimly. Hiroshi
shrugged.
"Hey, whatever." He said nonchalantly. "Doesn’t make any difference to me."
With that, he turned and walked down the hallway, towards the waiting
room. Doctor Koan frowned and took his glasses off to polish them on his
white labcoat.
"Tomorrow’s leaders." He grumbled. "Gods save us."
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"Ryoga." Ukyo said, breaking the silence of the past few hours. He
turned and looked at her. She was sitting in a rather uncomfortable-looking
chair in which she was constantly writhing in. He knew. He’d watched her
from the corner of his eye for quite some time.
"What?" he said. She stood and dragged the chair over to the edge of the bed,
plopping back down into it when she was by his head.
"About that thing...you know...when we, well, you know." She said, looking at
her hands. She noted how nervous her voice sounded with mild annoyance. She
didn’t know what it was she was supposed to be nervous about. After all,
Ryoga was her friend. One of her bests friends. Hell, he was her best
friend.
"Yeah." Ryoga said, his thoughts drifting back to their kiss. He shook his
head to clear his mind. It usually worked. But not this time. Ryoga sighed
inwardly and let the memories have their way with him.
"Well?" she said, as if expecting an answer. He looked at her dumbly.
"Well what?" he said. He hated it when people did that.
"Geez, how much more plainly can I say it?" she said, putting her lips to his
ear.
"Was it good for you too, sugar?" she whispered teasingly. Ryoga froze. She
frowned. He had just...frozen. Solid.
"Hey," she said, tapping him lightly. "Ryoga, wake up. I was only kidding."
No response. She slapped him, hard. His eyes suddenly refocused, and
he looked around, confused.
"I was kidding, you big idiot. Calm down." She said, smiling. Ryoga scowled
at her as he remembered what happened.
"Not funny." He grumbled, rolling over. His body burned with pain, but he
ignored it.
"Seriously, though." She said apprehensively, as if afraid to go on. He
rolled back over to face her as she spoke.
"How was it?" she finished, her face flushing with embarrassment. Ryoga
sighed, wondering if he should tell her the truth. He knew he wasn’t a very
good liar, so he decided he should just come out and say it.
"Well, it was...you know...it was..." he said, his voice beginning to trail
off. He refocused, looking up at her. She listened, seeming almost...eager.
"It was something." He said finally. She frowned. He swallowed hard.
"Something really...special."
She smiled, looking down, her face a bright crimson. Ryoga chuckled,
then winced in pain again.
"So, you...liked it, then?" she said under her breath. This time it was
Ryoga’s turn to change shades. He coughed uncomfortably.
"Um...well, yeah, actually..." he said quietly. "I did."
There was silence for a moment. Then, he spoke up again.
"What about you?" he said, looking up at her. "What was it like? Did you like
it?"
She coughed in a mock of his gesture.
"Well, it definantly was something...special." she surmised. "And yes, I did
like it."
They sat in silence for another few minutes.
"It was necessary." Ryoga said suddenly.
"Right." Ukyo said. "Like the hand holding. Necessary."
"Right." Ryoga nodded, reaffirming the denial. "Like that."
"Right." she said again.
She looked at him, and his gaze met hers. She stared into his eyes,
their depth and beauty threatening to swallow her. She brushed another clump
of his tangled hair out of his eyes, noting that she’d have to talk to Ryu
about that haircut. She looked his face over slowly, hers inching slowly
towards his.
Ryoga stared at the beautiful girl in front of him. He’d known her
for less than a week, but he knew her better than any other girl he’d ever
met, including Akane. Sure, he’d known Akane for a long time, but the hadn’t
really known her. Not like this. He looked at Ukyo’s eyes, her sparkling,
brown eyes, and at her smile, sweet and innocent. He drew closer to her,
feeling his heart thump thunderously with each second. He knew what was
going to happen.
"Hai!" a loud voice boomed from the doorway, snapping them out of their
interlocked gaze. Ryu ran into the room and stopped in front of Ryoga. Ukyo
looked away from Ryoga, and he from her. Standing up, she coughed
uncomfortably.
"I...need some water." She said, and turned to walk out. She stopped and
looked back at Ryoga, waving.
"We’ll talk later, sugar. Get some rest. I wanna head out early tomorrow."
Ryoga watched her go, then shot an angry glance at Ryu, who watched the whole
scene, unemotional.
"What the hell is it, Ryu?" he snarled. Ryu bowed and drew his katana from
his sheath.
"Is time for the hair to be cut, okay?" he said solemnly. Ryoga threw his
hands over his head, cradling the thick black mane protectively.
"Get away from me, you freak!" he shouted. "This is a hospital! I’m injured!
I don’t want a stupid haircut right now!"
Ryu frowned and resheathed the shining blade.
"As is your wish." He grumbled, bowing and walking out of the room, closing
the door behind him. Ryoga sighed and turned over in the empty room. He
thought about only one thing. The very thing he’d been trying not to think
about. He closed his eyes, thought, and listened to the rhythmic beeping of
the heart monitor. Slowly, he drifted off.
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Hiroshi peeked into another room. He had no idea where he was now,
but he was somewhere in the hospital. There was no one in this room either.
Frowning, he turned and peeked into another room.
And froze.
Sitting on the bed was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Being
one of Ranma’s few friends, he’d been privileged to seeing quite a few of
them, Ranma included. But this girl, there was something different about
her. She wasn’t a patient, that much was obvious; That guy was laying on the
bed and, to Hiroshi, he looked almost dead. He was deathly pale, and his
breath came in short, weezing rasps. He was about ninety or so, Hiroshi
estimated.
The girl, though. Her hair was long, flowing, and raven black,
hanging down to the small of her back. She was lean, trim, and athletic, but
still very shapely. Her eyes were green, and to Hiroshi the closest thing
that could compare to them were emeralds. He frowned a little as he looked
her over. She seemed so sad. It was just something about her that was
so...depressing. It hurt him to see this mysterious girl like that. Slowly,
he walked into the room.
"Um, hi." He said nervously. The girl looked over at him, and smiled
slightly, then returned to her normal melancholy demeanor. Hiroshi frowned.
She hadn’t even said hi to him.
"So, is this your Grandfather?" he said, coming over to the bed. She slowly
shook her head, and was busy stroking the man’s thin, stringy white hair.
"No." She said softly, and her voice nearly keeled him over. It was the most
beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Well, besides the sound a cash register
makes.
"Oh. Well, who is he?" Hiroshi asked. She shook her head again.
"I don’t know. But he’s very sad." She said. Hiroshi nodded, resurveying the
guy. he thought. But then again, he had this girl
tending over him.
"Okay." Hiroshi said, looking around uncomfortably. "So, if you don’t know
him, why are you in here?"
"I work for the hospital." She said in her sad, drifting voice. "I come and
stay with people, when... when their time is near."
Hiroshi sat solemnly, letting his mind soak this all up. It sounded
like a very depressing job. Basically, she comes in and watches people die.
He shuddered inwardly.
"So, then..." he said, desperately trying to make conversation, "how much does this job pay?"
She didn’t answer. Hiroshi exhaled nervously. He looked the old man
over again. He really was in bad shape. In fact, his skin looked kind of...
withered. Dry. Dead.
"What’s wrong with him?" Hiroshi said, staring at the old man. The girl
continued to stroke the few strands of stringy white hair that remained.
"Cancer." She said. "Terminal. His name is Mr. Miozuki. He doesn’t have a
family."
Hiroshi nodded. It was a good thing this heavenly girl was doing, actually.
The worst thing he could ever think of was to die alone, in some cold,
impersonal hospital room.
"I don’t believe I caught your name." Hiroshi said. She looked over at him
with her sad, beautiful emerald eyes. He could be swallowed by them, he
thought.
"Kikyo." She said. "Kikyo Bisentomo."
Kikyo, he thought, the letters dancing in his mind. Her name was so
beautiful. He whispered it, noting the way it rolled off of his tongue so
naturally.
"I’m Hiroshi." He said, trying to act pleasant. "Hiroshi Kakeru. I’m pleased
to meet you, Kikyo."
She smiled slightly at him. He couldn’t help but think of how cute
she was when she smiled.
he thought sourly.
The old man suddenly looked up into the sky and inhaled deeply.
Hiroshi looked at him, then her. He tried his best to look genuinely
concerned. Actually, he was scared. Damn scared. He’d never seen anyone die
before.
"W-what’s wrong with him?" Hiroshi whispered. Kikyo stroked the old man’s
hair tenderly and held his withered hand in hers tightly.
"It’s his time." She said softly. A single tear formed around the old man’s
red eyes and slowly ran down his worn, hardened cheek. He exhaled deeply,
and then he was still. Slowly, Kikyo kissed his forehead and laid his hands
on his chest. It was too much for Hiroshi. He stood and hurried out into the
hallway, leaning against the walls for support. After a few moments, Kikyo
walked out. He tried not to look at her.
"You’ve never see anyone die before, have you Hiroshi?" she said softly. He
glanced back, his back still to her.
"No." He said in a hoarse voice. "Not until now."
He felt her hand rest on his shoulder, and slide lightly over his
back, rubbing it tenderly.
"It’s a bad thing to see, Hiroshi. It’s not a thing some people are able to
handle." Kikyo said.
Hiroshi turned to the strange girl, so sad and yet so beautiful. She
was an enigma, and he was intrigued. He coughed to clear his throat.
"No, no problem." He said, gathering himself. "I can handle it."
He felt her hand slide away from him. Already, he missed its warmth.
"If you say so." She said. "It was nice to meet you, Hiroshi."
"Wait." Hiroshi said, running in front of her. "You...wanna go and get
something to eat or something?" She smiled slightly. His hopes brightened.
"I’d like that." She said.
"Great!" he said excitedly, only slightly annoyed that he’d have to pay for it himself. "Let’s go!"
Kikyo frowned, and Hiroshi’s heart sank.
"Um, not right now. Perhaps some other time." She said meekly.
Hiroshi frowned openly. "W-why not?" he stammered. "I thought you said you’d
like that."
"I...have other obligations." She said, and without another word, she
scurried down the hallway, leaving a confused and disappointed Hiroshi to
ponder what had just happened. Sighing, he turned and began to walk back
towards the waiting room. He could feel his heart, and it hurt a little.
Deep inside.
he thought absently as he turned a corner,
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Ukyo curled up in the waiting room, in the same uncomfortable chair.
The room was pretty much empty, except for a few nurses and one or two
patients, but all the seats were pretty much the same.
she muttered internally,
She closed her eyes and leaned her head on the back of the chair,
sighing deeply. It had almost happened again. Oh god, she thought, they had
come so close. A few more seconds, and it would have happened again. Without
anyone forcing them to do anything. It would have been his choice. Her
choice. She turned uncomfortably in the chair again. She’d wanted to, both
times. But Ryoga was her best friend. They were traveling companions.
Buddies. She couldn’t fall for him. It just wasn’t tolerable. He was her
best friend.
her mind pointed out,
She couldn’t deny that. And she never even remotely came close to
kissing Ranma. But it was almost twice today. The ramifications sent
shockwaves through her.
she told herself resolutely,
She shifted again, and then sat up, opening her eyes. She just
couldn’t sleep at all. She glanced over and saw Ryu standing against a wall,
lost in thought. His expression was as cold and emotionless as ever. Daisuke
slumbered on the chair across from her, snoring loudly. Hiroshi was sitting
in a seat near Daisuke, apparently dozing as well, but making a lot less
noise than his buddy. Seeing she was awake, Ryu walked over to her and
bowed.
"Please to forgive me, miss." He said solemnly. Ukyo looked him over
quizzically.
"What do you mean?" she said.
"I did not for to mean to interrupt you and Hibiki-san. It was not my
intention." He said. "I beg for your pardon."
"Oh, it’s nothing, sugar." She said nervously. "Don’t worry about it. In
fact, I’m kind of glad you showed up when you did."
It was Ryu’s turn to look confused.
"You was?" he said. "It did not seem as so to me."
Ukyo frowned and stood, stretching. She strolled over to the only
window and opened it. A cold breeze blew in, tussling her hair. She sighed,
glancing over at the white ribbon she’d taken out earlier, which now lay
silent on the waiting room table. She shrugged and turned back to the
window. She leaned out and gazed at Urawa. It was a fairly large city, and
the black night was littered with lights and sounds. Ryu stood beside her,
watching her look out with his own, emotionless eyes.
"I know." She said finally. "But I am. You stopped me from doing something
that might have cost me someone I care for very much."
Ryu nodded.
"You speak of Hibiki-san, okay?" he said, and she guessed it was a question.
It sounded like one. Slowly, she nodded.
"Were you going to kill him?" Ryu said, confused. "You are not ninja, are
you?" he said warily, placing his hand on the hilt of his katana. Ukyo
glared at him.
"No, of course not!" she snarled. "What in the hell would make you think
that?"
"Ah, perhaps I misunderstood." He said nervously. "I think you say it might
cost you someone you care for much."
"I did." Ukyo said, annoyed. "But I didn’t mean it like that."
"Oh." Ryu said, relaxing his grip on the hilt and gazing out into the night
sky. There was silence for a few minutes.
"You care for Hibiki-san much, don’t you?" Ryu said finally. Ukyo nodded,
still gazing out into the Urawa night.
"You is caring for him much a lot, then?" Ryu said. Ukyo’s face washed with
confusion for a moment, but she eventually nodded, having figured out what
he was trying to say.
"Isn’t that what I just said?." She said, annoyed. The breeze tossed her
long auburn hair behind her. She sighed softly and looked down to the street
below.
"I do. I don’t know why I do, but I do."
Ryu nodded. Ukyo turned and looked dead into his emotionless, cold eyes.
"Don’t you dare tell him that." She said coldly. He nodded.
"I shall say nothing." Ryu said solemnly. "On my honor."
Satisfied, Ukyo turned back to the window.
"I was told once, long ago, a story of two people whose felling for each
other were never realized by them. She was very much caring for him, and he
her, yet neither would say nothing for fear." Ryu said, not looking at her.
There were a few seconds of silence.
"What happened to them?" Ukyo said solemnly. "Let me guess. Eventually, one
of them broke down and she told him, and they both lived happily ever after,
right?"
Ryu’s face was still expressionless.
"No." He said. "Man was great fighter. One day he battle a powerful dragon to
save girl after she was taken away. He save her, and he tell her he love
her, but he is badly hurt and dies in her arms."
Ukyo frowned. It certainly wasn’t the ending she’d expected.
"What about the girl?" she said slowly.
"Out of grief, she kill herself. Story ends." Ryu said, almost prophetically. "Good night, Ukyo-san. You rest, okay?"
With that, he walked off, leaving her to think. She closed her eyes
and tried to push the story from her mind. It was just a stupid story. It’s
not like there was a dragon that was going to kidnap her. Still, she
supposed now that he’d had a reason to tell her that story. But she couldn’t
do it. Not now. Not after Ranma. Ryoga was her best friend, and she didn’t
want to lose that. She closed the window and silently strolled through the
ward doors.
She creaked open the door to his room, and peeked in. He was asleep.
She could hear him breathing, slowly and steadily, in time with the heart
monitor. Slowly she strolled over and brushed some more of his thick hair
off to the side, then curled up into a semi-comfortable position on the
chair beside his bed and drifted off to sleep. Ukyo Kuonji searched her
mind, making sure that she knew she wanted to be Ryoga’s friend. But,
underneath it all, she new there was another idea pulsing, swelling with
every second she was near to him, threatening to tear the veil of shadows it
lay under and expose its raw self to her. She wanted more. She wanted to be
more than his friend.
she thought as she slid off to sleep,
Somehow, now, it didn’t seem like such a bad thing.
Dr. Koan peeked in and smiled warmly at the sight.
"Hibiki-san, you are a lucky man." He whispered before carefully closing the
door and beginning his usual rounds. He noted how quiet the hospital had
been tonight. It was a nice change. Very peaceful. Koan began to whistle to
himself as he strolled down the hall, happy he'd be leaving soon enough.
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End of Chapter Five.
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