I wanted something Tragedy-ish, so I decided to do this story. It's actually based off of a very cute, a very awesome, manga. I loved it to death. *squeals* Not a one-shot, just a cute story. Based off the manga, Heaven's Door. Very awesome manga. Check it out later. After you read this story.
Not a humongous story, like 10 or 20 chapters. I think maximum it'll be umm… 5; 6 chapters?
I really wanted to do this, so be tuned for my other two stories. They're coming out soon. ^_^ You know, just taking a break from large quantity of stories.
Snowiisan does not own Shugo Chara! or Heaven's Door.
Amu sighed as she laid in her hospital bed, staring at the window that showed the beautiful city of Tokyo. What was she supposed to do? She had been in the hospital for her whole life, never once gone to explore the city. She had been wanting to, but due to her life-threatening disease, she was unable to. She had claimed that her attacks haven't happened much these days, but the doctors just said to stay in bed just to be sure.
Suddenly, Amu's door opened, and her mother and father walked in, holding a vase of flowers.
"Amu-chan," said her Mother. "We've brought fresh daises. Just the way you like it."
Amu smiled, hating that her mother was trying so hard not to break in front of her. She knew that her disease was causing her mother's heart to break; she knew it.
"How are you feeling, little bird?" asked her father, walking up to pet her on the head.
"I'm perfectly fine," she said. "So can I go outside? Just for a little bit?"
"Now, Amu-chan," said her father sternly. "You know what the doctors say."
"But I'm sixteen! Once I feel like an attack is coming, I can just take my medication!" she protested.
His father shook his head sadly.
"No, Amu-chan. It's too risky."
She hated how her parents underestimated her. She hated it. She was perfectly fine taking care of herself. She had learned to handle it now.
"I'll go clean out the vase," Amu said, looking at her mother who was trying to take the old daises out to replace with the new ones. "You did it last time, so let me at least have something to do. I'm just walking down the hall to the bathroom."
Amu's mother smiled and handed her the vase.
"Be careful." she whispered as Amu closed the door to her room, and walked down the hall.
Amu shivered as the cold water touched her skin. Why did she have to have this disease? This disease that would cause her family so much pain of losing her. The doctors said she had one month to live, and she wasn't sad about that news.
She wasn't happy either.
She was just awaiting the day her boring life would end. The doctors said that her brain cancer was incurable, even through chemotherapy. As Amu took the daises out of the vase, she set it towards the other side of the sink.
What was she going to do with her life? She was just a normal, useless, brat that had no experience in life whatsoever. However, she did have a whole history in how a hospital works. When she was little, she had wanted to become doctor, cure patients with rare diseases, live in a mansion with a good family.
All that was thrown away.
All because of her stupid, deadly disease. She couldn't do anything now. And she couldn't accomplish everything in just one month. She was only sixteen, for Pete's sake.
A shatter of glass broke her out of her trance. She reverted her eyes to the floor, where shattered pieces of the vase lay. Who broke it? Her eyes trailed up, until they met a lean, tall figure, with midnight-blue colored hair and azure colored eyes.
"Sorry," he muttered, looking away.
Amu stood up, and it took a while for her to recognize that he was also wearing hospital clothes. She smiled.
His facial expression hardened, turning into a glare.
What was with him?
He walked off into the opposite direction, not even glancing back once.
"Hey," Amu called out. "Aren't you gonna help me pick these up?" she yelled.
She was rewarded with a smirk.
"Nope. Your vase, your mess."
Amu felt her eyebrow twitch in annoyance.
"COME BACK HERE!"
She jogged after him, leaving the shattered pieces on the floor. That was the least of her concern right now. Right now, she wanted to find out who that guy was. He was just burning her mind with curiosity. The way he talked, walked, smirked; she felt as if she was already drawn to his personality.
He rounded a corner, and Amu hid at the edge of the corner, knowing it was going to be a dead-end. So one of these rooms had to be his, right? She took a risk and glanced around the corner, breathing a sigh of relief. He had already walked into his room. She hadn't seen which one, but she was pretty sure it was the last room.
The one with the name, 'Tsukiyomi Ikuto' labeled on it's door.
She leaned against the corner of her wall, and giggled quietly.
"Tsukiyomi Ikuto," she whispered, loving the feel of it roll off of her tongue. "What a strange guy."
Unconsciously, a blush appeared on her cheeks and she quickly calmed herself down. Was he making her feel this way? If he was having this effect on her like this, then how would it be when he was right beside her?
She had decided. She would definitely see him tomorrow in his room.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
Her clock was making the same noise again and again. Why couldn't time move faster for her? Suddenly, she didn't care about what time it was anymore; she got up, pulled on her coat, and walked to the end of the hallway, with the door labeled 'Tsukiyomi Ikuto'. She took a deep breath as she turned the handle, expecting to see him. To her relief, she did. He was laying on his hospital bed, gazing at the ceiling in a expression which looked a lot like longing. However, once he saw her walk in and close the door, his eyes widened a fraction of a bit.
"Um, hi," Amu said awkwardly. "I'm Hinamori Amu."
To her surprise, he smirked and Amu felt her heart beat faster.
"Yo," he said, his smirk widening when he saw a blush upon her cheeks. "I'm Tsukiyomi Ikuto."
He patted the space next to his bed as she walked over and sat in the space. Ikuto suddenly pulled out a cigarette and lighter from under his pillow, and lit his cigarette. [A/N: Eh, I don't like the idea of Ikuto smoking, but hey, he's a delinquent in this story.] He took a blow and Amu watched with curiosity.
"How does it feel?" she asked.
"Hmm?" he glanced her way.
"How does it make you feel? The cigarette." she asked again. Ikuto shrugged.
"Nothing much of a difference, I only have one week left to live so who cares what I do?" he asked. Amu nodded. She understood, but yet it still shocked her that he had one week to live. She had a month and he had a week? Was it also of cancer?
"Well then," Amu said, reaching over to grab the box of cigarettes and pulling out one. She then picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette, taking a smoke from it. It felt surprisingly good. [A/N: Now don't go and get ideas saying, "I want a smoke!" or anything. I don't wanna be accused of making you want to smoke. I personally have no idea how it tastes, and I'm not planning on knowing.] "I guess I'll do the same thing."
Ikuto's eyes widened with curiosity.
"What do you mean?" he asked quietly. Amu sighed, taking another blow from her cigar.
"What I mean is, unlike you, I have one month to live. Ever since I was a baby, I've been diagnosed with cancer, and ever since then I've lived in this hospital. I've never had true friends; I've only hung out with my family. That's it. I don't know what its like to shop, talk to friends, go to the beach, feel the sun against my skin. All my life I've been trapped in this prison." she explained, pulling her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around her legs.
Ikuto leaned over and pulled the cigar from her mouth and his mouth, smashing them both. Amu looked at Ikuto.
"That's wrong, Amu," he whispered, and Amu's eyes widened on how he said her name. "You've never been anywhere? Karaoke? Shopping? Sports arena? Even the beach? None of it?" he asked, bewildered. Amu shook her head sadly. Ikuto looked thoughtful for a minute. Then he smiled down at her.
"I'm taking you to the beach." he said, bluntly.
Amu looked up from her gaze from Tokyo city, and looked up at him, her eyebrows scrunched together.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm taking you to the beach. No matter what."
Hehe. Awesome so far, isn't it? My second shot at a tragic story. Rate me on how I did on this one at the end; that'll give me an idea if I should change my tragic stories to romance. Oh, and be honest about it. I also changed my '.:Snowiisan:.' to just ~*~. I was really getting tired of it. :/
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