Miracle's Dream (Chapter 1)

Summary: A young girl who seemed to have no connection at all to any of them are the one who brought them together and drove them apart. She’s the one who shows them the real person they could be. 

Chapter Word Count (Total): 1,189 (2,212)
Rating: PG-15 in later chapters due to PDA and sensitive issues

Disclaimer: I do not own people... Mentioned people in this fiction belongs to themselves and their professional self, belongs to Johnny's Entertainment

Warning: Character Death

The environment was gloomy that day. She was not sure was it due to the rain or was it due to the fact that she was alone on the ICU again. The soft sound of pelting rain somehow soothes her.

Her eyes darted further than that her brain can interpret, yet her mind flew to him. She worried him again. Her hands wrapped tight around her mobile phone. Deep inside she knew she was waiting for him to come again, though on the outside she would never accept it.

"Hime." The soft voice of an angel spoke to her. "I have an emergency back home. I'll see you once I get back okay. Yakusoku ne, hime-chan." The last voice mail she gotten from him almost a week ago that she listened to over and over again whenever she felt the need a reason to live.

Without fail, he had texted her every day. Somedays more than others. But sometimes the need to see and hear his voice is just too over powering for her.

Though some how the boy that stood frozen in front of the speeding car reminds her of him. His face and his voice all seemed too familiar yet she could not place him. "Tegoshi-san, sorry for the way I left you."

*******

There was no truth in whatever he had said to his mother. On the contrary, he does care. He cared too much. It was not much of that their father left him when he was really young. It was not that he could not accept that she was her sister of the same father. He just could not cope with the fact that he will lose her.

How he wondered if he had came forth with his feeling from the beginning. Would the relationship between them really be like siblings.

“Just once. Just see her once. That’s all I’m asking from you.” The words replayed over and over in his head. “She haven’t long anymore.” Was what his mother said to him last night. He kept his act as though he does not care.

*******

He does not know why he cared about her. She is not of any relation to him, yet she is so precious to him. Their relationship blooms beyond friendship. More than lovers. As though they were blood related. A bond that were made unbreakable.

He looked down to his hand. His mobile wrapped tight within his fingers. He was afraid that her voice would make his emotion get the better of him. Yet, without realising, a tear fell off his cheek. He dialed her number.

On the second ring, the other line was picked up. “Moshi, moshi.” The foreign voice answered. A long pause followed their conversation. “Hello.” The voice said again snapping him out of his trance. “Anyone there?” The voice said.

“I might have the wrong number.” He said apologetically in Japanese.

“Ah, sorry. My bad. I should have said, Catherine’s phone.” The male voice replied.

“Is she okay?” He questioned worriedly.

A long pause followed by hesitation risen the tension within him. “Can I know who am I speaking to?” The voice spoke gently trying to avoid answering the question. “I’m her assigned nurse.”

“Ah. Sorry. I’m her friend. Yasuda-desu.” He answered.

“Catherine had another attack a few minutes ago; she’s being taken to the examination room right now.” The male nurse replied. “Yasuda-san, I think, she has been waiting for your call.” He started. “She has been talking about you non-stop for the past few days.”

Yasuda stood stunned. Could his hunch really be real. “When she wakes up, tell her I’m coming. Tell her that, she has to keep fighting.” He said quickly before ending the call.

He ran out of his hotel room and knocks the door next to his. “Ryo. Ryo open up.” He banged the door loudly waking up the other members in the nearby room. “Ryo, we have to go back to Tokyo tonight.” He said.

“Nan desu ka, omae.” Nishikido said opening his door sleepily. “You’re going to, no you woke everyone up.” He said rubbing his eyes. “Why do we have to go back tonight?

“Sakura-chan. Had an attack.” Yasuda answered simply with his eyes pleading for the younger boy to understand his urgency. “I have to go to Tokyo tonight.”

Ryo’s sleepy eyes went wide. “Chotto. When did you know this?” He asked. After a blink, he changed his mind about the question he posed. “Never mind. There’s no way we’re going to get tickets tonight.” He spoke.

Ueda who was listening to the conversation came towards them. Nishikido and himself has never really been fighting but neither him nor Nishikido had ever admitted that. “Hey, it might be only one, you can have mine.” He said softly to Yasuda. “It’s leaving at 9. You have about an hour. You better get ready to quickly if you want to still catch it.”

A sincere smile that Nishikido had never seen flashed from Ueda before. He himself was not sure why the rivalry that had kept them apart. Yasuda looked like he was on the verge of tears but his pride stood in the way and he just stood there frozen.

“Nishikido-kun, try and ask Koki or Kame if they’d change places with you.” Ueda suggested as he walked away from the two desperate men.

“Ueda.” Yasuda called. Ueda turned and face them again. “Arigatou, na. Honma ni. Arigatou.” Yasuda spoke bowing down.

“Its fine, I’m not in a rush to go home anyways. It was just my luck I was in the first trip.” Ueda replied as his eyes glanced briefly at Nishikido who was still too prideful to say anything to him.

*******

He came home to an empty house. Apparently, his mother was at the hospital again. He sighed as he sat his tired body on the couch. A note was stuck at the television set. ‘I’m at the hospital; your sister had another major attack. If you are reading this, means that you’re home early. There are some food in the oven.-mom-‘

He stood up and checked the oven. He shook his head as he sees two sets of untouched food. She must have left in a hurry; she did not even have her dinner. “She’s not your child mom. Why are you doing this to yourself?” He muttered to himself.

The ring of his mobile phone startled him. The caller did not even say the greetings. “Sir, this is the last dialled number on this mobile. The owner is unconscious suddenly. We are on the way to Tokyo University Hospital. Can you meet us there?” The woman on the other line said.

Without hesitation, he agreed. However, a little surprised, that she did not realised that the owner is a Japanese idol. Quickly he scribbled on the piece of paper then suddenly remembering that his mother is already at the hospital.

A sudden question popped in his head. How can he value his friend more than his sister, even though she is from a different mother. She is still his younger sister.