Kiss Me Good-bye
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Angst, horror
Fandom: The GazettE, Kagrra, Nightmare, NEWs/Tegomass
Pairings: Uruha/Aoi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Poltergeists, mentions of blood
Chapter: 9/?
Synopsis: Back then I was only six, and even though I was young I knew something bad was going to happen.
Comment: Not beta'd. Originally I wanted this chapter to be really scary, but I don't think I did a very good job on that. I think it's more gloomy than anything else. Either way, comment and let me know what you think. I only got three comments on the last chapter, and that doesn't make me feel very happy. =/
“But you’ll cheat!” I whined for the umpteenth time. Aoi said he would play with me, but all the games he wanted to play involved one of us hiding, and I knew for a fact he would turn invisible so it was impossible for me to find him anywhere. I may have been a kid, but I wasn’t stupid. There was nothing for us to really do. We had already played eye spy, and we couldn’t play duck duck goose because there were only two of us, and Ducky said he wouldn’t play because he didn’t appreciate playing a game that mentioned ducks if there weren’t any other ducks. I guess it was offensive or something.
“Oh fine, you big baby.” Aoi pouted and plopped down on the floor while I laid in my bed. Technically I wasn’t supposed to be playing like I had been, but I didn’t care. I wanted to play since I wasn’t allowed to be with the other kids, granted I could only go so far, which meant I could stand next to my bed. I wondered if their conditions got worse too, or if I was the only one.
I laid in bed and watched Aoi. Even if he wasn’t doing anything, he was still amusing. It must have been fun to be a ghost because he could turn invisible, float, and go through the walls. One night I even woke up to see him floating above me as if he were lying on his stomach with his head propped up on his palm. The only thing he said was, “Hey. How are ya? I see you’re sleeping down there.” and it took all I had to not reach up and smack him. But I like Aoi for his strangeness and the way he would be everywhere I was.
I scrunched my face up and covered my mouth. One of my many coughing fits was about to happen, and I wasn’t going to let myself cough. I had developed a habit: I just wouldn’t cough. I would hold them in until I couldn’t hold them in anymore. I grew to hate the sound of my own coughing because I did it so often. I coughed so much my sides hurt whenever I moved, but it was somewhat easy to ignore the pain since I had worse pain shooting through my body. But it was okay. I wasn’t afraid.
“Uruha?” He stood up and walked to the side of my bed. “You really shouldn’t hold in your coughs and stuff. Y’know, when I was alive I used to hold in my coughs, and then one day a whole big bunch of blood came out. It was like a giant waterfall of blood was in my mouth or something. Oh, no, it was like a volcano of blood! If you think the nurses are mad now, just wait until they come in and the room is covered.” He giggled, covering his mouth before he jumped up and landed on my bed.
“Really?” I leaned over with wide eyes thinking the room really would be covered. The thought made me want to hold in my coughs even more because covering the whole room in blood would be funny. The nurses would have to clean it, and at least I would be able to have some form of entertainment other than the television shows Aoi always watched. He never wanted to watch normal children shows. Aoi was weird and liked scary ghost shows and horror movies. He wasn’t fair. Just because he was a ghost didn’t mean he had to watch shows about them. It sounded stupid given my situation, but I was afraid there was a ghost in the room whenever the lights were turned off. I know, it was stupid to think that because Aoi was a ghost and his doppelganger was a ghost, and so were Hitomi and Miyako, but that’s not the point. Ghosts were scary.
“Yup, but I wouldn’t do it.” Aoi shook his head and rolled his eyes as if he were up to something. “They get really mad, and the next thing you know you’re part of their beef stew. That’s what happened to one of my friends. Yup, had to eat him for lunch one day. I didn’t know it was him until the mouth in my stew started talking to me.”
First of all, I was dumb for squealing and hiding my face in his shirt, but I was just a kid and I didn’t know he was just kidding. I was gullible, and he knew it. Second, he told me once that he didn’t have any friends. I didn’t pick up on his teasing until it was too late and I already looked like a complete idiot.
“Were you this mean when you were alive?” I asked because I wanted to know if all the friends he had before he came to the hospital had to deal with his teasing.
“Nope. I’m only mean to people I like.” He shrugged. “One time, I heard the neighbor lady tell her daughter that little boys were only mean because they liked whoever they were picking on. That’s why I’m sometimes mean to you. But that little girl thought I liked her because I used to throw rocks at her, but I really didn’t. She was too much of a girl, and she had a doll and she used to tell me it was our baby, but I didn’t even get to name it! Can you believe that? She named it Aya, or something like that, and I wanted to name it Ryo because I wanted a boy and not a stupid girl. You just can’t like a girl. They’re gross and have cooties, and they care too much about their hair. But that’s okay because I don’t need girls; I have you. Y’see, you’re pretty like a girl, but you’re really just like me! So there’s nothing wrong with that, right? You have everything I do, so that means we’re meant to be. Mommy always used to say you know when you find the right person when you have a lot in common, and we do. See what I mean?”
I blinked. “You talk a lot.” I wasn’t even sure I understood half of what he said because he was talking a mile a minute and looking all around the room as if he saw something. His voice was squeaky, but that’s just because he was a kid because mine was the same way.
“Not uh!” He shook his head and stuck out his tongue. “You just don’t talk enough. But I’ll make sure you start talking again. I’m your favorite person and ghost in the whole wide world, so it’s my job to make you talk more. See, that’s what I’m going to do. I won’t rest until you talk all day long. If I have to stay up all night, I will because I don’t have to sleep. A ghost can stay up all the time if they want, but I don’t because I’m used to my naps. Do you want to play ring-around-the-rosy with me? I don’t want to sit here.”
I shook my head. That involved getting up, and I didn’t feel like standing. The doctor had me hooked up to some dumb machine for some reason. He did it that morning and told me not to take the IV out or it would hurt. So no, I couldn’t play that, just like I couldn’t play any of the other games we had wanted to.
“I can’t!” I shook my arm and pointed to the IV. “I don’t want it to hurt.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to sit here like we do everyday.” He pouted. “Don’t you ever get bored with talking? Maybe that’s why you don’t talk very much.”
“Why are you talking so much?” I suddenly asked. It was strange that he couldn’t shut up. Aoi usually did all the talking, but all of a sudden he talked a lot. It was a bit overwhelming because I couldn’t understand him. “You’re acting weirder than normal.”
“Oh, there’s no reason. I just want to talk.” But I knew he was lying. I wish I would have known the reason then because it probably would have saved me sooner.
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“I’m sorry, Uruha.” Aoi bit his lip, his face screwing up as he fought back his tears. He should have known better than to be so calm. He knew they were coming; that’s why he was acting so strange, but he didn’t want Uruha to know. That would only scare him, and Uruha had already been through enough. It was the wrong thing to do, but even if he had told him, what could he had done. Uruha was defenseless, and he was weak against everything. He was just a kid.
“I didn’t know this would happen.” His arms were held behind his back tightly, nails were digging into his dead skin as tears rolled down his face. He knew he shouldn’t have come back because maybe then he would have kept them away. With all of them together, there was nothing he could do. Aoi was also a child, and even if he was part of the paranormal, he didn’t have enough strength.
“I thought it would just be him.” He struggled to get his arms free, but it was pointless. Miyako was too strong, which was surprising to him. Uruha had been right when he said she was evil. Miyako seemed like a nice ghost at first, but then all of a sudden she started to show who she really was. Even if it couldn’t hurt him, she dragged her nails down his arm. If he were still alive, or even human, there would have been large gaping wounds.
Uruha wasn’t listening; he was too shocked, too afraid to even move a muscle. They had planned it out carefully. Miyako was the nice nurse who had gained Uruha’s trust. If he hadn’t caught her in Massu’s room, he never would have suspected a thing. But that didn’t matter because Uruha trusted her friend. Hitomi had gained Uruha’s trust quickly. Uruha loved her, yet he hated her. She knew just how to make him adore her, and he never thought she would turn. But he should have known. Just as Aoi said: they died together and they had to stay together. The doppelganger kept an eye on Uruha. At night he would trade places with Aoi without anyone knowing it. Because Aoi went to sleep at night, it was easy for the doppelganger to trade places. When Aoi slept, he was dead to the world, and it was almost too easy. When Uruha thought Aoi was sitting up and looking at him, it was really the doppelganger. Uruha didn’t know the real Aoi as much as he thought.
Hitomi and Miyako were nurses at the hospital thirty years ago. They both died from malaria together. It was strange how they both had it, and they both died on the same day. Ever since they died, they came back to the hospital as nurses. For awhile they would disappear so no one would get suspicious, and then they were back. Why they decided to turn evil was a mystery.
“What do you want from him?” Aoi’s voice was desperate as he continued fighting against Miyako. The doppelganger was leaning over Uruha’s paralyzed body, staring at him, grinning at him, and thinking of the best approach to take. What could he do now that he had gotten Uruha? It was even more amusing because Aoi couldn’t do a thing.
He leaned down closer with his hands on either side of Uruha’s head, leaning in until their noses were almost touching. Uruha closed his eyes and whimpered. God, he just wanted this all to end. He wished he never would have gone to the hospital. He would have liked dying at home a lot more than dying in the hospital at the hands of a damn doppelganger of his best friend.
This wasn’t fair. He never did anything to deserve this. It wasn’t his fault Aoi liked him; what did that have to do with the doppelganger? What did Uruha ever do to be hated so much?
“Aoi?” Uruha mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and bit his lip. Hitomi moved to his side, eying the IV sticking out of his arm and smiled to herself.
“I guess they listened to me.” Uruha raised an eyebrow but stayed still, not wanting to anger any of the ghosts in the room. He called out to Aoi again and shivered when he felt a hand cover his mouth.
“It’s okay,” Aoi sniffled, “You’re not going to die. I won’t let them.”
“Aoi, you can’t do anything.” Miyako spoke up, pulling him tighter. “There’s nothing you can do. You can’t get away.” Aoi groaned, tilting his head back and looking up at the other ghost. God, he hated them all right now. They were trying to take what was his. What would be the point in hurting Uruha? He would just end up wandering around their world for eternity. In the end they would be helping Aoi because then he could be with Uruha forever, but that’s not what Aoi wanted. Uruha needed to live. He needed to beat the disease, but he knew that wasn’t possible in this hospital. These doctors weren’t treating him, and people died from tuberculosis when it went untreated. Either way, Uruha was more than likely going to die.
But he had to get to Uruha. It didn’t matter what he had to do. But how? Whenever he didn’t want someone to touch him, he would just turn invisible and a pass through them. Could that happen between ghosts? He never tried before, but he was willing to try anything.
On the other side of the room, Uruha was crying. His sobs were loud, scared, and helpless. It was the first time he had really gone without protection. It was over, yet no one was doing anything yet. Were they just trying to scare him? Was this all just some cruel joke they were playing on him? When was this doppelganger going to do something? What could a ghost do to him?
Fingers were running through his hair soothingly, but it did nothing for him. Hitomi’s touch wasn’t wanted. She was just like all the other ghosts. She was evil, cruel, and a monster. He had been mistaken when he thought Aoi was the monster. Aoi was the sweetest ghost he had encountered so far, and probably the sweetest he would ever meet.
“It’s okay, honey. It’ll be over soon. You won’t feel a thing.” She tapped the IV sticking out of Uruha’s thin arm. It was simple to make a careless doctor inject a sick child with something just to shut the nurse up. Besides, who cared if these kids lived or died? This wasn’t a typical hospital.
“What did you do to him?” Aoi suddenly spoke, eyes wide. “What did you do, Hitomi?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
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Those dark eyes staring into mine were bloodcurdling. They were black, completely black. I thought even ghosts had the whites of their eyes because Aoi did, and so did the other two. But maybe doppelgangers were different. His eyes made him even more scary. I didn’t want to be anywhere near the damn thing, but I couldn’t move. My body was locked up, and it wouldn’t move. It had to be the drugs the doctor had injected me with. And that’s when I realized these ghosts weren’t going to do anything to me. They were just waiting for the drugs to take over my system and kill me. It was going to be a slow process, I was sure of it.
I cried quietly to myself, giving up on anyone saving me. There was nothing Aoi could do, just like Miyako had said. I was going to die, and there was nothing to prevent it.
“Uruha, I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.” Aoi’s voice was loud in my ears. He was yelling for some reason, but I couldn’t even turn my head to look at him. “I couldn’t protect you. It’s my fault.”
“No it’s not.” My voice sounded terrible, and shaky. It almost didn’t sound like me. “I was going to die anyways. But at least we’ll be friends forever. It’ll always be you and me, and I’ll never leave you just like I told you.” I once heard my grandmother say something about thinking positively, even in the worst of situations. I didn’t think anything could get any worse. I was dying for no reason, but at least I was dying and passing over to the other side with Aoi.
“But you can’t die! You’re supposed to fight the disease like I couldn’t. You’re supposed to live.” I knew Aoi was crying, but it was okay. I wasn’t scared anymore. All of a sudden I was okay with it; dying was something I would have to deal with eventually. I was supposed to grow up and get married, and have kids, but none of that was going to happen and I was fine with that. Maybe I cared more for Aoi than I thought. I was willing to pass over with him without any worries.
“But I can’t fight it. No one is helping me. I can’t do it by myself.” Because how is a child supposed to beat an untreated disease on their own?
I coughed suddenly, spewing blood all over the doppelganger who decided at the worst moment to materialize. “Sorry?” I smiled sheepishly. The last thing I wanted to do was piss the thing off more.
“But Uruha-”
“There’s nothing that can be done.” The doppelganger spat. I never heard him speak before, and oddly enough he didn’t sound like Aoi. His voice was dark and evil; a complete contrast to his cute looks. “The drug has been going through his body all day. He’ll be dead in an hour, and there’s nothing you can do.”
I finally turned my head to look at Aoi. His face fell, but suddenly he was grinning. I knew that grin, and I didn’t like it because it meant he was about to do something. “Yes I can~” He sang, turning invisible. I panicked; I was alone with these damn ghosts and Aoi was god knows where.
“Aoi?!” I felt a light pat on my head, and then it was gone. Aoi had gotten lose; I still didn’t know what ghosts could do, but I did wonder why he didn’t get free sooner. All I remember thinking was “that idiot better not leave me here all alone.” and then I was out cold.
A/N: FAIL! *throws a fit* Why can't I write something scary? I can write disgusting stories like Finish It, A Light, and The Last Man, but I can't make this scary?! I hope this wasn't disappointing. But hey, you don't know if Uruha is dead, or where Aoi went. How mean am I? >=D
To those who are also reading Willow: I just got an idea for the next chapter. I'm trying to a chapter up soon because I feel as if I've been neglecting the story. Once today is over, I should be able to write more. I always pressure myself to write more Halloween-themed stories in October. ^^; Tomorrow will be a great day to write some fluffy Aoi/Uruha parts in Willow like everyone wants. It's supposed to snow, so I can sit around and write by the window and watch the snow. :)
As always, comment and let me know what you think of this chapter~ I really love to hear what you guys think!
Genre: Angst, horror
Fandom: The GazettE, Kagrra, Nightmare, NEWs/Tegomass
Pairings: Uruha/Aoi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Poltergeists, mentions of blood
Chapter: 9/?
Synopsis: Back then I was only six, and even though I was young I knew something bad was going to happen.
Comment: Not beta'd. Originally I wanted this chapter to be really scary, but I don't think I did a very good job on that. I think it's more gloomy than anything else. Either way, comment and let me know what you think. I only got three comments on the last chapter, and that doesn't make me feel very happy. =/
“But you’ll cheat!” I whined for the umpteenth time. Aoi said he would play with me, but all the games he wanted to play involved one of us hiding, and I knew for a fact he would turn invisible so it was impossible for me to find him anywhere. I may have been a kid, but I wasn’t stupid. There was nothing for us to really do. We had already played eye spy, and we couldn’t play duck duck goose because there were only two of us, and Ducky said he wouldn’t play because he didn’t appreciate playing a game that mentioned ducks if there weren’t any other ducks. I guess it was offensive or something.
“Oh fine, you big baby.” Aoi pouted and plopped down on the floor while I laid in my bed. Technically I wasn’t supposed to be playing like I had been, but I didn’t care. I wanted to play since I wasn’t allowed to be with the other kids, granted I could only go so far, which meant I could stand next to my bed. I wondered if their conditions got worse too, or if I was the only one.
I laid in bed and watched Aoi. Even if he wasn’t doing anything, he was still amusing. It must have been fun to be a ghost because he could turn invisible, float, and go through the walls. One night I even woke up to see him floating above me as if he were lying on his stomach with his head propped up on his palm. The only thing he said was, “Hey. How are ya? I see you’re sleeping down there.” and it took all I had to not reach up and smack him. But I like Aoi for his strangeness and the way he would be everywhere I was.
I scrunched my face up and covered my mouth. One of my many coughing fits was about to happen, and I wasn’t going to let myself cough. I had developed a habit: I just wouldn’t cough. I would hold them in until I couldn’t hold them in anymore. I grew to hate the sound of my own coughing because I did it so often. I coughed so much my sides hurt whenever I moved, but it was somewhat easy to ignore the pain since I had worse pain shooting through my body. But it was okay. I wasn’t afraid.
“Uruha?” He stood up and walked to the side of my bed. “You really shouldn’t hold in your coughs and stuff. Y’know, when I was alive I used to hold in my coughs, and then one day a whole big bunch of blood came out. It was like a giant waterfall of blood was in my mouth or something. Oh, no, it was like a volcano of blood! If you think the nurses are mad now, just wait until they come in and the room is covered.” He giggled, covering his mouth before he jumped up and landed on my bed.
“Really?” I leaned over with wide eyes thinking the room really would be covered. The thought made me want to hold in my coughs even more because covering the whole room in blood would be funny. The nurses would have to clean it, and at least I would be able to have some form of entertainment other than the television shows Aoi always watched. He never wanted to watch normal children shows. Aoi was weird and liked scary ghost shows and horror movies. He wasn’t fair. Just because he was a ghost didn’t mean he had to watch shows about them. It sounded stupid given my situation, but I was afraid there was a ghost in the room whenever the lights were turned off. I know, it was stupid to think that because Aoi was a ghost and his doppelganger was a ghost, and so were Hitomi and Miyako, but that’s not the point. Ghosts were scary.
“Yup, but I wouldn’t do it.” Aoi shook his head and rolled his eyes as if he were up to something. “They get really mad, and the next thing you know you’re part of their beef stew. That’s what happened to one of my friends. Yup, had to eat him for lunch one day. I didn’t know it was him until the mouth in my stew started talking to me.”
First of all, I was dumb for squealing and hiding my face in his shirt, but I was just a kid and I didn’t know he was just kidding. I was gullible, and he knew it. Second, he told me once that he didn’t have any friends. I didn’t pick up on his teasing until it was too late and I already looked like a complete idiot.
“Were you this mean when you were alive?” I asked because I wanted to know if all the friends he had before he came to the hospital had to deal with his teasing.
“Nope. I’m only mean to people I like.” He shrugged. “One time, I heard the neighbor lady tell her daughter that little boys were only mean because they liked whoever they were picking on. That’s why I’m sometimes mean to you. But that little girl thought I liked her because I used to throw rocks at her, but I really didn’t. She was too much of a girl, and she had a doll and she used to tell me it was our baby, but I didn’t even get to name it! Can you believe that? She named it Aya, or something like that, and I wanted to name it Ryo because I wanted a boy and not a stupid girl. You just can’t like a girl. They’re gross and have cooties, and they care too much about their hair. But that’s okay because I don’t need girls; I have you. Y’see, you’re pretty like a girl, but you’re really just like me! So there’s nothing wrong with that, right? You have everything I do, so that means we’re meant to be. Mommy always used to say you know when you find the right person when you have a lot in common, and we do. See what I mean?”
I blinked. “You talk a lot.” I wasn’t even sure I understood half of what he said because he was talking a mile a minute and looking all around the room as if he saw something. His voice was squeaky, but that’s just because he was a kid because mine was the same way.
“Not uh!” He shook his head and stuck out his tongue. “You just don’t talk enough. But I’ll make sure you start talking again. I’m your favorite person and ghost in the whole wide world, so it’s my job to make you talk more. See, that’s what I’m going to do. I won’t rest until you talk all day long. If I have to stay up all night, I will because I don’t have to sleep. A ghost can stay up all the time if they want, but I don’t because I’m used to my naps. Do you want to play ring-around-the-rosy with me? I don’t want to sit here.”
I shook my head. That involved getting up, and I didn’t feel like standing. The doctor had me hooked up to some dumb machine for some reason. He did it that morning and told me not to take the IV out or it would hurt. So no, I couldn’t play that, just like I couldn’t play any of the other games we had wanted to.
“I can’t!” I shook my arm and pointed to the IV. “I don’t want it to hurt.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to sit here like we do everyday.” He pouted. “Don’t you ever get bored with talking? Maybe that’s why you don’t talk very much.”
“Why are you talking so much?” I suddenly asked. It was strange that he couldn’t shut up. Aoi usually did all the talking, but all of a sudden he talked a lot. It was a bit overwhelming because I couldn’t understand him. “You’re acting weirder than normal.”
“Oh, there’s no reason. I just want to talk.” But I knew he was lying. I wish I would have known the reason then because it probably would have saved me sooner.
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“I’m sorry, Uruha.” Aoi bit his lip, his face screwing up as he fought back his tears. He should have known better than to be so calm. He knew they were coming; that’s why he was acting so strange, but he didn’t want Uruha to know. That would only scare him, and Uruha had already been through enough. It was the wrong thing to do, but even if he had told him, what could he had done. Uruha was defenseless, and he was weak against everything. He was just a kid.
“I didn’t know this would happen.” His arms were held behind his back tightly, nails were digging into his dead skin as tears rolled down his face. He knew he shouldn’t have come back because maybe then he would have kept them away. With all of them together, there was nothing he could do. Aoi was also a child, and even if he was part of the paranormal, he didn’t have enough strength.
“I thought it would just be him.” He struggled to get his arms free, but it was pointless. Miyako was too strong, which was surprising to him. Uruha had been right when he said she was evil. Miyako seemed like a nice ghost at first, but then all of a sudden she started to show who she really was. Even if it couldn’t hurt him, she dragged her nails down his arm. If he were still alive, or even human, there would have been large gaping wounds.
Uruha wasn’t listening; he was too shocked, too afraid to even move a muscle. They had planned it out carefully. Miyako was the nice nurse who had gained Uruha’s trust. If he hadn’t caught her in Massu’s room, he never would have suspected a thing. But that didn’t matter because Uruha trusted her friend. Hitomi had gained Uruha’s trust quickly. Uruha loved her, yet he hated her. She knew just how to make him adore her, and he never thought she would turn. But he should have known. Just as Aoi said: they died together and they had to stay together. The doppelganger kept an eye on Uruha. At night he would trade places with Aoi without anyone knowing it. Because Aoi went to sleep at night, it was easy for the doppelganger to trade places. When Aoi slept, he was dead to the world, and it was almost too easy. When Uruha thought Aoi was sitting up and looking at him, it was really the doppelganger. Uruha didn’t know the real Aoi as much as he thought.
Hitomi and Miyako were nurses at the hospital thirty years ago. They both died from malaria together. It was strange how they both had it, and they both died on the same day. Ever since they died, they came back to the hospital as nurses. For awhile they would disappear so no one would get suspicious, and then they were back. Why they decided to turn evil was a mystery.
“What do you want from him?” Aoi’s voice was desperate as he continued fighting against Miyako. The doppelganger was leaning over Uruha’s paralyzed body, staring at him, grinning at him, and thinking of the best approach to take. What could he do now that he had gotten Uruha? It was even more amusing because Aoi couldn’t do a thing.
He leaned down closer with his hands on either side of Uruha’s head, leaning in until their noses were almost touching. Uruha closed his eyes and whimpered. God, he just wanted this all to end. He wished he never would have gone to the hospital. He would have liked dying at home a lot more than dying in the hospital at the hands of a damn doppelganger of his best friend.
This wasn’t fair. He never did anything to deserve this. It wasn’t his fault Aoi liked him; what did that have to do with the doppelganger? What did Uruha ever do to be hated so much?
“Aoi?” Uruha mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and bit his lip. Hitomi moved to his side, eying the IV sticking out of his arm and smiled to herself.
“I guess they listened to me.” Uruha raised an eyebrow but stayed still, not wanting to anger any of the ghosts in the room. He called out to Aoi again and shivered when he felt a hand cover his mouth.
“It’s okay,” Aoi sniffled, “You’re not going to die. I won’t let them.”
“Aoi, you can’t do anything.” Miyako spoke up, pulling him tighter. “There’s nothing you can do. You can’t get away.” Aoi groaned, tilting his head back and looking up at the other ghost. God, he hated them all right now. They were trying to take what was his. What would be the point in hurting Uruha? He would just end up wandering around their world for eternity. In the end they would be helping Aoi because then he could be with Uruha forever, but that’s not what Aoi wanted. Uruha needed to live. He needed to beat the disease, but he knew that wasn’t possible in this hospital. These doctors weren’t treating him, and people died from tuberculosis when it went untreated. Either way, Uruha was more than likely going to die.
But he had to get to Uruha. It didn’t matter what he had to do. But how? Whenever he didn’t want someone to touch him, he would just turn invisible and a pass through them. Could that happen between ghosts? He never tried before, but he was willing to try anything.
On the other side of the room, Uruha was crying. His sobs were loud, scared, and helpless. It was the first time he had really gone without protection. It was over, yet no one was doing anything yet. Were they just trying to scare him? Was this all just some cruel joke they were playing on him? When was this doppelganger going to do something? What could a ghost do to him?
Fingers were running through his hair soothingly, but it did nothing for him. Hitomi’s touch wasn’t wanted. She was just like all the other ghosts. She was evil, cruel, and a monster. He had been mistaken when he thought Aoi was the monster. Aoi was the sweetest ghost he had encountered so far, and probably the sweetest he would ever meet.
“It’s okay, honey. It’ll be over soon. You won’t feel a thing.” She tapped the IV sticking out of Uruha’s thin arm. It was simple to make a careless doctor inject a sick child with something just to shut the nurse up. Besides, who cared if these kids lived or died? This wasn’t a typical hospital.
“What did you do to him?” Aoi suddenly spoke, eyes wide. “What did you do, Hitomi?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
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Those dark eyes staring into mine were bloodcurdling. They were black, completely black. I thought even ghosts had the whites of their eyes because Aoi did, and so did the other two. But maybe doppelgangers were different. His eyes made him even more scary. I didn’t want to be anywhere near the damn thing, but I couldn’t move. My body was locked up, and it wouldn’t move. It had to be the drugs the doctor had injected me with. And that’s when I realized these ghosts weren’t going to do anything to me. They were just waiting for the drugs to take over my system and kill me. It was going to be a slow process, I was sure of it.
I cried quietly to myself, giving up on anyone saving me. There was nothing Aoi could do, just like Miyako had said. I was going to die, and there was nothing to prevent it.
“Uruha, I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.” Aoi’s voice was loud in my ears. He was yelling for some reason, but I couldn’t even turn my head to look at him. “I couldn’t protect you. It’s my fault.”
“No it’s not.” My voice sounded terrible, and shaky. It almost didn’t sound like me. “I was going to die anyways. But at least we’ll be friends forever. It’ll always be you and me, and I’ll never leave you just like I told you.” I once heard my grandmother say something about thinking positively, even in the worst of situations. I didn’t think anything could get any worse. I was dying for no reason, but at least I was dying and passing over to the other side with Aoi.
“But you can’t die! You’re supposed to fight the disease like I couldn’t. You’re supposed to live.” I knew Aoi was crying, but it was okay. I wasn’t scared anymore. All of a sudden I was okay with it; dying was something I would have to deal with eventually. I was supposed to grow up and get married, and have kids, but none of that was going to happen and I was fine with that. Maybe I cared more for Aoi than I thought. I was willing to pass over with him without any worries.
“But I can’t fight it. No one is helping me. I can’t do it by myself.” Because how is a child supposed to beat an untreated disease on their own?
I coughed suddenly, spewing blood all over the doppelganger who decided at the worst moment to materialize. “Sorry?” I smiled sheepishly. The last thing I wanted to do was piss the thing off more.
“But Uruha-”
“There’s nothing that can be done.” The doppelganger spat. I never heard him speak before, and oddly enough he didn’t sound like Aoi. His voice was dark and evil; a complete contrast to his cute looks. “The drug has been going through his body all day. He’ll be dead in an hour, and there’s nothing you can do.”
I finally turned my head to look at Aoi. His face fell, but suddenly he was grinning. I knew that grin, and I didn’t like it because it meant he was about to do something. “Yes I can~” He sang, turning invisible. I panicked; I was alone with these damn ghosts and Aoi was god knows where.
“Aoi?!” I felt a light pat on my head, and then it was gone. Aoi had gotten lose; I still didn’t know what ghosts could do, but I did wonder why he didn’t get free sooner. All I remember thinking was “that idiot better not leave me here all alone.” and then I was out cold.
A/N: FAIL! *throws a fit* Why can't I write something scary? I can write disgusting stories like Finish It, A Light, and The Last Man, but I can't make this scary?! I hope this wasn't disappointing. But hey, you don't know if Uruha is dead, or where Aoi went. How mean am I? >=D
To those who are also reading Willow: I just got an idea for the next chapter. I'm trying to a chapter up soon because I feel as if I've been neglecting the story. Once today is over, I should be able to write more. I always pressure myself to write more Halloween-themed stories in October. ^^; Tomorrow will be a great day to write some fluffy Aoi/Uruha parts in Willow like everyone wants. It's supposed to snow, so I can sit around and write by the window and watch the snow. :)
As always, comment and let me know what you think of this chapter~ I really love to hear what you guys think!