-Part 1-

A Divine Betrayal

 

 

He laid quietly in his bed, watching out the window with half lidded eyes. Moonlight cast shadows over his arms and lanky legs which hung, tangled in the bedsheets, bare to the stale air.

 

He was cold, but it was a good kind of cold, and it felt refreshing. His stomach hurt terribly, and he was hungry. He was exhausted, and yet he couldn't sleep. As he stared out the window, a tear slid down his cheek. But he didn't brush it away. After all, that would require he moved. And it hurt to move.

 

As war waged on in his chest, he found it suddenly harder, and harder to breathe. Breaking himself from his immobilized state, he wiped his sweaty brow and reached over, and picking up a glass from the table beside his bed, poured cool water into his mouth, without sitting up. He tried hard not to slosh any on the silken pillows. That would be a disaster.

 

Hot flashes fell over him in waves, as sweat trickled across his forehead. warm tears flooded past his eyes, betraying everything he stood for, and swept down his cheeks. As another hot and dizzy spell washed over, he tried to call for help, but all that came was a pitiful sob, and he choked it back.

 

As he began to suffocate on his own tears, his hand fell away and he fell back onto the pillows. His eyes drifted shut just as everything began to go fuzzy and quickly black. He never heard the high pitched voice crying his name in the background.

 

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The ride to the hospital was a long one. Much longer than it should have taken, and the young boy ran his fingers through his tangled caramel hair, and gently patted the hand of his companion. He shook away bitter tears as the ambulance flew down the darkened streets of Uguisudani. The division was tiny, and very desolate at night, unlike other subdivisions in Tokyo.

 

When the ambulance finally came to a screeching halt, the young boy watched as his partner was wheeled quickly into the emergency ward. Lowering his head and biting back tears, Omi hurried after the stretcher which held his friend, listening to the ambulance fly off again, its sirens echoing into the night.

 

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It seemed like hours later when Omi was shaken awake by a overly tired nurse, and was told to follow her to see a doctor. Omi hated doctors, but hated hospitals even more, and having to come to one at three in the morning didn't excite him much. He ran his fingers through his soft hair once more, straightening separated strands, and he blinked, his wide azure eyes slowly adjusting to the light. The hospital smelled of bleach and various medicines. It was all white, too.

 

Omi didn't really like white.

 

As the nurse pushed open the door, Omi slammed his tiny fists onto the desk, demanding to see his companion. The doctor lowered his head, and motioned for the tearful blonde to sit down. After Omi finally sat, the doctor sighed heavily, and opened a small folder. Omi caught his friend's name taped to the front.

 

The doctor seemed to ramble on, about nothing really. At least none of it was of any importance to the boy. All he wanted to know was if his friend was okay.. and if he could take him home that night. As he listened impatiently, his eyes darted around the room. Everything was too neat, too clean.

 

"We took a series of tests to see what was wrong with Mr.."

 

Omi glanced out the crack of the door to see a thin nurse donned in complete white rush past the door carrying a huge armful of charts. He yawned, and looked back over at the doctor, who suddenly stared at him very seriously. Omi swallowed, and clasping his hands together, looked at the doctor with fearful eyes.

 

"And the results?" he whispered. He was terrified, not only of abandonment, but for the safety of his teammate. He pulled at his shirt for a moment, the air seeming very stale compared to the previous moments ago. He swallowed again, and lowered his gaze, afraid of the doctor's reply.

 

"He has myloblastic Leukemia, and.." the doctor began.

 

"And..?" the young boy interrupted, as he trembled in the plush seats.

 

"And.. there is no cure." the doctor said quietly.

 

Warm tears sprang to Omi's eyes and he pulled at his strawberry-blonde hair and jumped to his feet. "It's a lie! It's a lie! No! Aya's strong, Aya is.."

 

Going to die. He knew it already as he ran at top speed from the office, much to the doctor's pleas to return. Flying down a hallway, he ducked into an empty room, and collapsed to the floor. Pulling his legs tightly to his chest, he began to sob violently.

 

Sunday didn't seem to be such a nice day anymore.

 

 

[To be continued]

 

Editor's Note: here's a fun fact. Uguisudani, a subdivision of Tokyo, is also know by its residents as "Digitown".