The Promise (Chapter 1/??)
The Promise (This Chapter: PG)
Written by ZB24
“Miyavi-san, I'm terribly sorry. You know we did everything we could.”
“I know... How much longer do I have, then?”
“We're estimating not much more than a couple of weeks. Maybe longer if you continue treatments-”
“No more treatments.”
The treatments were terrible. They always left him weak and nauseous so that he couldn't even play his guitar... If he was going to die anyway, he didn't want to feel like that in his final days. The doctor simply nodded as if he understood Miyavi's reasoning.
“Thank you for all your help.” Miyavi said, moving from the chair to the door.
“I'm very sorry, Miyavi-san.” The doctor apologized again as the door was closed.
--
The hospital was surrounded by much greenery: trees, bushes, flowers, and such. Miyavi walked slowly through the scenery and stopped and stopped to sit on one of the nearby wooden benches. He felt numb, as if he had suddenly become disconnected from his physical form.
“...not much more than a couple of weeks...”
Miyavi sighed and pulled out his cell phone.
“Moshi-Moshi?”
“Yozora-chan...”
“Miyavi! Are you okay? What did the doctor say?”
“He said it was just a little anemia. Nothing serious...”
“Oh thank goodness! Everybody was really worried about you when you suddenly passed out yesterday! We'd never seen you like that before. I'm so glad it's nothing serious.”
He'd hidden his disease from everyone around him and suffered through the treatments alone. For longer stays at the hospital, he claimed to be taking a vacation or visiting out-of-town friends. Never before had he appeared ill in front of them... until yesterday.
“Yozora-chan?”
“Hai!”
“Do you have any plans today?”
“No, not really. Why?”
“I was hoping that we could go out and have some fun today, since it's nice and sunny out.”
“Sure, that'd be fun!”
“I'll pick you up in an hour okay?”
“Hai~ See ya' later!”
“Sure...”
He slowly closed the phone once the line went silent.
Yozora was like a kind of younger sister to him. She had worked at PSC for the past year-and-a-half as his assistant, running errands for him when he didn't feel like braving hoards of fans. Once you have a person buy your shampoo and toothpaste for you, you can't help but become close with that person. He and Yozora were nothing more than friends, but Miyavi knew that she admired him and respected him very much.
“Miyavi-san is the best!”
He would have never protested at turning their friendly relationship into something more, but because of who they were it was not a very wise action to take. They both knew that and that was why they remained merely friends.
--
“Thanks for keeping me company today, Miyavi.”
“No problem~ I had fun.”
“Me too!”
I shouldn't do this. I really shouldn't do this... but... I just have to before...
With one hand on the door-frame, he leaned in and softly kissed her on the cheek. She was completely stunned, her eyes large as her hand jumped up to touch the spot he had kissed.
He just smirked.
“Bye, Yozora.”
“Bye...”
He only looked back once as he walked away, to see her wave at him. He waved back and then quickly got into his car before he started crying.
--
He was sitting on his sofa with a blank notebook laying in front of him on the coffee table. He was absent-mindedly twirling a pen around his fingers as he thought about what to say. He was going to write some letters...
Yozora had always turned to Miyavi for help when she was distressed and he was content to let her cry in his arms until she felt better. In fact, she had slept on this very sofa many times, after love prospects rejected her or her “friends” talked shit behind her back. But once Miyavi was gone, who would take his place? People might say a replacement wasn't necessary, but those people didn't know Yozora like he did. He knew his death would tear her world apart and the thought of her suffering through that experience alone scared him.
He wouldn't die peacefully until he knew someone was there to look after her. He had just the person in mind... his best friend, actually.
Well, I've decided to write a chapter fic. I'll try to make sure the updates aren't too infrequent! I don't know how many chapters there will be, but I keep thinking there's going to be anywhere between 15-25.
Please comment if you're interested in the story, that will make me want to write faster. Plus, I like hearing what everyone thinks. (^_~)
The full cast will be announced in the next chapter and some questions will be answered, too. (^_^)v
Written by ZB24
“Miyavi-san, I'm terribly sorry. You know we did everything we could.”
“I know... How much longer do I have, then?”
“We're estimating not much more than a couple of weeks. Maybe longer if you continue treatments-”
“No more treatments.”
The treatments were terrible. They always left him weak and nauseous so that he couldn't even play his guitar... If he was going to die anyway, he didn't want to feel like that in his final days. The doctor simply nodded as if he understood Miyavi's reasoning.
“Thank you for all your help.” Miyavi said, moving from the chair to the door.
“I'm very sorry, Miyavi-san.” The doctor apologized again as the door was closed.
--
The hospital was surrounded by much greenery: trees, bushes, flowers, and such. Miyavi walked slowly through the scenery and stopped and stopped to sit on one of the nearby wooden benches. He felt numb, as if he had suddenly become disconnected from his physical form.
“...not much more than a couple of weeks...”
Miyavi sighed and pulled out his cell phone.
“Moshi-Moshi?”
“Yozora-chan...”
“Miyavi! Are you okay? What did the doctor say?”
“He said it was just a little anemia. Nothing serious...”
“Oh thank goodness! Everybody was really worried about you when you suddenly passed out yesterday! We'd never seen you like that before. I'm so glad it's nothing serious.”
He'd hidden his disease from everyone around him and suffered through the treatments alone. For longer stays at the hospital, he claimed to be taking a vacation or visiting out-of-town friends. Never before had he appeared ill in front of them... until yesterday.
“Yozora-chan?”
“Hai!”
“Do you have any plans today?”
“No, not really. Why?”
“I was hoping that we could go out and have some fun today, since it's nice and sunny out.”
“Sure, that'd be fun!”
“I'll pick you up in an hour okay?”
“Hai~ See ya' later!”
“Sure...”
He slowly closed the phone once the line went silent.
Yozora was like a kind of younger sister to him. She had worked at PSC for the past year-and-a-half as his assistant, running errands for him when he didn't feel like braving hoards of fans. Once you have a person buy your shampoo and toothpaste for you, you can't help but become close with that person. He and Yozora were nothing more than friends, but Miyavi knew that she admired him and respected him very much.
“Miyavi-san is the best!”
He would have never protested at turning their friendly relationship into something more, but because of who they were it was not a very wise action to take. They both knew that and that was why they remained merely friends.
--
“Thanks for keeping me company today, Miyavi.”
“No problem~ I had fun.”
“Me too!”
I shouldn't do this. I really shouldn't do this... but... I just have to before...
With one hand on the door-frame, he leaned in and softly kissed her on the cheek. She was completely stunned, her eyes large as her hand jumped up to touch the spot he had kissed.
He just smirked.
“Bye, Yozora.”
“Bye...”
He only looked back once as he walked away, to see her wave at him. He waved back and then quickly got into his car before he started crying.
--
He was sitting on his sofa with a blank notebook laying in front of him on the coffee table. He was absent-mindedly twirling a pen around his fingers as he thought about what to say. He was going to write some letters...
Yozora had always turned to Miyavi for help when she was distressed and he was content to let her cry in his arms until she felt better. In fact, she had slept on this very sofa many times, after love prospects rejected her or her “friends” talked shit behind her back. But once Miyavi was gone, who would take his place? People might say a replacement wasn't necessary, but those people didn't know Yozora like he did. He knew his death would tear her world apart and the thought of her suffering through that experience alone scared him.
He wouldn't die peacefully until he knew someone was there to look after her. He had just the person in mind... his best friend, actually.
Well, I've decided to write a chapter fic. I'll try to make sure the updates aren't too infrequent! I don't know how many chapters there will be, but I keep thinking there's going to be anywhere between 15-25.
Please comment if you're interested in the story, that will make me want to write faster. Plus, I like hearing what everyone thinks. (^_~)
The full cast will be announced in the next chapter and some questions will be answered, too. (^_^)v