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burningdarkfireTitle: Falling For You - Disease
Series: TRC
Pairing: KuroFai (none in this ch. though)
Rating: PG
Length: about 1000 words, chapter 11 (11/26)
"It's just a cough, I'm perfectly fine," his mother insisted yet again when Kurogane remained hovering by her bed after delivering lunch. "Go outside and play, or else you might catch it too."
Kurogane fiercely shook his head. "I'm young and I'm strong, I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about, so I'm not leaving until you eat."
His mother had had this persistent cough for well over three weeks now, and the entire family, including Tomoyo, as young as she still was, was worried that it was something more. His mother fatigued easily now, and had chills and fever every other night. Her appetite had nearly disappeared, until it became a battle just to get her to eat a measly bowl of soup, and the weight loss was frightening. Despite how weak she was, she refused to be taken to a hospital or even for their doctor to come visit.
"It's nothing, I'm certain," she would say whenever someone brought it up. "I wouldn't want anyone to go to any trouble only to find out that I'm okay."
But as young as Kurogane was, he was long past the age when he believed everything (well, almost everything) that his parents told him, and he knew that his mother was most certainly not okay despite what she said.
"Eat," he ordered again when he saw that his mother was doing little more than just cradling the bowl in her lap.
His mom only smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay."
Kurogane glared angrily at her. "You won't be okay if you don't eat and keep your strength up!"
He clenched his fists as another coughing fit took hold of her and then snatched up a cup of water to give to her once it was over.
Only this time, it didn't seem to want to end.
Kurogane watched in growing horror as his mother coughed and coughed, each hack shaking her frail, thin body. She used to healthy, radiant even, but this sickness had whittled her away until she seemed like little more than skin draped over brittle bones.
"Mom! Are you okay?" Kurogane demanded, hand poised over the phone now, ready to call the hospital if need be.
Somehow, she still managed to rasp out, "I'm fine … I'll be okay."
Kurogane reassured himself by griping the cup even tighter, thinking that he would give it to her once it was over. He started pondering the idea of spoon feeding his own mother, if only to get some food into her.
Then he saw the blood and his plans fell away.
The blood was splattered across Mrs. Suwa's hand, and a few drops fell lazily onto the white sheets. The red against white seemed to dominate Kurogane's vision, blurring his sight and sucking him in – and Kurogane panicked.
He nearly yanked the cord out of the socket as he pressed the phone to his ear, blindly fumbling as he made mistake after mistake, hearing his own sobs catching, blending with the rings to make a rhythm that was nowhere near loud enough to cover the sound of coughs, his tears not sufficient enough to block out the red against white, the pain of his nails digging into his hands barely registering as –
"HELP!" He cried desperately as a cool female voice sounded on the other end. "My mother, she … she's coughing up blood, and i-it's everywhere, and I don't know what to do!"
He rattled off his name and address quickly as asked and was told to stay put. Hanging up, Kurogane was struck by how quiet it was, and a flood of relief filled him as he noticed that the dreadful coughing had ended.
"Mom, are you feeling better? You should have some water," Kurogane picked up the cup again on the way to the bed. "Mom? Mom?"
Kurogane couldn't help but to keep on talking as his eyes filled with tears again and he dropped the cup onto the floor, water splashing everywhere. "Mom, I thought you said you were going to be okay. I thought you said you were fine, and that I shouldn't worry. What was the point of those words? Why would you waste your words on something like that?"
Kurogane dropped to his knees at his mother's bed. "What is the point of words, if they're wasted? If they're untrue? How could you lie like that? What is the point of words, if I can't even tell you how I feel right now? There are no words … there is nothing that could describe this …"
He turned his head at a knock on the door. Numbly, he got up and opened it, poking his head outside to see Tomoyo peering up at him, a doll clutched in her hands. She looked so young and painfully innocent that Kurogane's breath was taken away for a moment.
"Is Mommy feeling okay?" Tomoyo asked quietly, trying to look around Kurogane.
"She's-" Kurogane was about to say alright, but the word caught in his throat. He didn't want to lie to Tomoyo. "A doctor's coming," he said at last, settling for a half truth. "You should go back to your room."
For once, Tomoyo didn't argue with him. She turned around and left, perhaps sensing that something dreadful was waiting for her in her mother's room – something she definitely didn't want to see.
Kurogane closed the door. Laying his head down on the white sheets stained with red, in a room that was all too silent, Kurogane cried, for the loss of his mother, and for the wasted words that still lingered in the air.
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Now (21 years and 5 months old)
What is the point of words, if nothing I can say describes how I feel right now? Kurogane asks this again as he gazes at Fai. Words cannot reach you now, trapped where you are. Words are so rarely ever enough, yet we fumble with them just the same.
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A/N - A little bit OOC, maybe? T-T I'm not very pleased with this scene, though I feel like it was needed.
Series: TRC
Pairing: KuroFai (none in this ch. though)
Rating: PG
Length: about 1000 words, chapter 11 (11/26)
Disease (9 Years and 6 Months Old)
January 29, 10: 9 Years and 1 Month Old
January 29, 10: 9 Years and 1 Month Old
"It's just a cough, I'm perfectly fine," his mother insisted yet again when Kurogane remained hovering by her bed after delivering lunch. "Go outside and play, or else you might catch it too."
Kurogane fiercely shook his head. "I'm young and I'm strong, I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about, so I'm not leaving until you eat."
His mother had had this persistent cough for well over three weeks now, and the entire family, including Tomoyo, as young as she still was, was worried that it was something more. His mother fatigued easily now, and had chills and fever every other night. Her appetite had nearly disappeared, until it became a battle just to get her to eat a measly bowl of soup, and the weight loss was frightening. Despite how weak she was, she refused to be taken to a hospital or even for their doctor to come visit.
"It's nothing, I'm certain," she would say whenever someone brought it up. "I wouldn't want anyone to go to any trouble only to find out that I'm okay."
But as young as Kurogane was, he was long past the age when he believed everything (well, almost everything) that his parents told him, and he knew that his mother was most certainly not okay despite what she said.
"Eat," he ordered again when he saw that his mother was doing little more than just cradling the bowl in her lap.
His mom only smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay."
Kurogane glared angrily at her. "You won't be okay if you don't eat and keep your strength up!"
He clenched his fists as another coughing fit took hold of her and then snatched up a cup of water to give to her once it was over.
Only this time, it didn't seem to want to end.
Kurogane watched in growing horror as his mother coughed and coughed, each hack shaking her frail, thin body. She used to healthy, radiant even, but this sickness had whittled her away until she seemed like little more than skin draped over brittle bones.
"Mom! Are you okay?" Kurogane demanded, hand poised over the phone now, ready to call the hospital if need be.
Somehow, she still managed to rasp out, "I'm fine … I'll be okay."
Kurogane reassured himself by griping the cup even tighter, thinking that he would give it to her once it was over. He started pondering the idea of spoon feeding his own mother, if only to get some food into her.
Then he saw the blood and his plans fell away.
The blood was splattered across Mrs. Suwa's hand, and a few drops fell lazily onto the white sheets. The red against white seemed to dominate Kurogane's vision, blurring his sight and sucking him in – and Kurogane panicked.
He nearly yanked the cord out of the socket as he pressed the phone to his ear, blindly fumbling as he made mistake after mistake, hearing his own sobs catching, blending with the rings to make a rhythm that was nowhere near loud enough to cover the sound of coughs, his tears not sufficient enough to block out the red against white, the pain of his nails digging into his hands barely registering as –
"HELP!" He cried desperately as a cool female voice sounded on the other end. "My mother, she … she's coughing up blood, and i-it's everywhere, and I don't know what to do!"
He rattled off his name and address quickly as asked and was told to stay put. Hanging up, Kurogane was struck by how quiet it was, and a flood of relief filled him as he noticed that the dreadful coughing had ended.
"Mom, are you feeling better? You should have some water," Kurogane picked up the cup again on the way to the bed. "Mom? Mom?"
Kurogane couldn't help but to keep on talking as his eyes filled with tears again and he dropped the cup onto the floor, water splashing everywhere. "Mom, I thought you said you were going to be okay. I thought you said you were fine, and that I shouldn't worry. What was the point of those words? Why would you waste your words on something like that?"
Kurogane dropped to his knees at his mother's bed. "What is the point of words, if they're wasted? If they're untrue? How could you lie like that? What is the point of words, if I can't even tell you how I feel right now? There are no words … there is nothing that could describe this …"
He turned his head at a knock on the door. Numbly, he got up and opened it, poking his head outside to see Tomoyo peering up at him, a doll clutched in her hands. She looked so young and painfully innocent that Kurogane's breath was taken away for a moment.
"Is Mommy feeling okay?" Tomoyo asked quietly, trying to look around Kurogane.
"She's-" Kurogane was about to say alright, but the word caught in his throat. He didn't want to lie to Tomoyo. "A doctor's coming," he said at last, settling for a half truth. "You should go back to your room."
For once, Tomoyo didn't argue with him. She turned around and left, perhaps sensing that something dreadful was waiting for her in her mother's room – something she definitely didn't want to see.
Kurogane closed the door. Laying his head down on the white sheets stained with red, in a room that was all too silent, Kurogane cried, for the loss of his mother, and for the wasted words that still lingered in the air.
-
Now (21 years and 5 months old)
What is the point of words, if nothing I can say describes how I feel right now? Kurogane asks this again as he gazes at Fai. Words cannot reach you now, trapped where you are. Words are so rarely ever enough, yet we fumble with them just the same.
-
A/N - A little bit OOC, maybe? T-T I'm not very pleased with this scene, though I feel like it was needed.
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Date: 2010-11-25 03:59 (UTC)I went stalking your page because I wanted my weekly dosage and realized I didn't leave you any comments on this chappie. :( Sorry - this month has been insaaaaaane!!
First of all *tears* I knew this was coming, I knew it was necessary, but I wasn't expecting something quite like this. Poor Kurogane... In regards to your note at the end - I think this is definitely in character for him. He's a complete mush-pot when it comes to his mom and very/overly protective of Tomoyo. The protective urge is really well illustrated in this chapter, and I'm waiting (really, really impatiently) to see whether this version of Kurogane copes or confuses it with an urge to be stronger at any cost like canon Kuro. Either way, I'm sure it will be fantastic.
One thing I will say though, is that it's not clear whether his mom just died right there in front of him or only passed out - maybe you meant it this way...? All the more reason to post MOAR!
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Date: 2010-11-29 02:00 (UTC)She died, sadly. I'm so cruel to my little Kuro XD I hope the next two chapters live up to your expectations :3
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Date: 2010-11-29 02:02 (UTC)Ha...two more days...I am not finishing this year, man...*sigh*
Stupid school making me write stupid grant proposals...maybe I should just include them in my total...lol...
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Date: 2010-11-29 02:08 (UTC)The temptation to randomly insert fanfic in the middle of my NaNo and count it as part of the 50 000 words was nearly overwhelming.
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Date: 2010-11-29 02:10 (UTC)I cheat.
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Date: 2010-11-29 02:20 (UTC)Is your NaNo a fanfic for KuroFai? =D
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Date: 2010-11-29 02:37 (UTC)It does star the boys as fauns, though, which has been unbelievably fun to write!
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Date: 2010-11-29 03:01 (UTC)