Lost

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We made this together, though Britt did all the editing. She is amazing!

Lost
By Sailor Poison and Seraphim-Sephiroth

Part Four

This was certainly something he could not help himself with as he struggled to speak, yet all that came out was liquid-filled hacks and coughs, shutting his eyes shut tightly, as to not see the look on Kyo’s face.. His reaction to his vulnerability. He couldn’t stand the look the Kusanagi gave him when he was in trouble. Yet he was in need of medical assistance.. And all that had been left in the kit were the flares-guns, and clotting adhesives. The only vile of anti-toxin had been used on Kyo.

It was time to call for help…


Kyo looked at Iori in panic. His breathing more then alarmed him. His heart gripped with a new kind of fear. A fear he never felt even in the ring against Iori. This was his fault! Iori would not have been attacked if he never ran from the cave. Now he might die.. What would Kyo do then? The concept of Iori being gone was hard to even perceive! Kyo, with some difficulty with his left arm, grabbed Iori and ran, dragging him to the lake. He left him there as he went to get the first aid. To his horror the anti-venom was gone. Iori used the last on him? Kyo bit his lip as he returned, giving Iori the best first-aid he could do. His first concern was the puncture wound in the throat.

Kyo exclaimed, holding back his nerves, “I’ll get this fixed right up.” With a forced smile as he knew he had to stay calm. He swore for a moment Iori did this to him on purpose. His way of getting back for the kiss and run awa away. But that was stupid, he mentally beat himself for the thought. Iori ran after him because of the dangerous cat that was on the island.

Kyo created a temporary seal so Iori wouldn’t be choking on his own red-life and found it easier to breath. Then he used the water to clear off some of the blood before properly cleaning his other wound and wrapping them securely. The boy muttered while he did this ‘if you so die on me, Iori, I’ll find a way to kick your ass even in afterlife or the next life.’

Kyo knew that Iori needed medical help now! Even if he wasn’t going to drown in his own blood, he was poisoned. There were the flares and the raft he came on. Maybe if he could get the raft into more commercial lanes, he could use the flare to call for help!

Kyclarclared, “I am going to get uck tck to civilization... Then we can have some
cold beers and pizza.” as he with great care took Iori to the beach, trying to be as optimistic as possible. He then went about finding the raft. It was where he last left it. Sand and most of the foliage hid it. Till now, Kyo actually forgot he still had the raft. He dragged it to Iori and tugged the rival inside.

Kyo grinned sheepishly, “I know I know.. I should have told you I had an inflatable raft but.. I forgot. Not like I swam here anyway.”

Kyo also quickly got some of the fruits that held juices. Maybe he could squeeze some down Iori’s mouth to keep him somewhat hydrated and not too shaky from loss of blood while they were in the raft. He then placed those inside, “No this is for you, not me…” He also made sure the flares and the leftover medical supplies were also in the raft safely.

Kyo looked to the sky in hope that someone would come before he was forced to take this dangerous journey. He made a small fire on the beach just incase someone was looking for them. He was really waiting for the tide to go low or he’d never get the raft beyond the break. While he waited, he made some makeshift oars and then gave Iori some juice from the fruit in a slow careful manner.

The frustrated and lightheaded Yagami had attempted protest throughout the entire ordeal, yet he had found himself unable to fight back as the Kusanagi tended to his wounds and got him, without much of a struggle, to the life-raft. Kyo had for now, saved Iori again. What was he to do? Iori could only look away.. Trying not to flinch and retaliate against the boy who was only trying to help him.. Doing so meant he’d be hurting himself, and hindering his own life. The Yagami knew this well.

The juice trickled down the side of his mouth slightly as Kyo helped it down his throat, which sought to reject ihe ahe acids in the fruit burned the insides of his esophagus, causing him to hiss, his bloody hand gripping into the Kusanagi’s pant-leg and did not touch his flesh. The constant coughing fits had caused his dark scarlet eyes to become glassy with unshed tears… they sparkled in the light from above like dazzling rubies. His breathing now was soft wheezes as his windpipe became swollen from the bite, but still open just enough for him to obtain a little of that life-giving oxygen.

Those glimmering red eyes settled upon the stature of Kyo as the situation seemed to calm, and they played the waiting game. His calculated mind was becoming incoherent, yet he struggled to keep consciousness as he dwelled upon what the Kusanagi had just done for him. Kyo risked himself further injury in order to tend to Yagami’s. Did this.. Really prove that the man loved him dearly? After all they had been through, did the raven-haired boy truly grow to love him? Even with the violence, the threats, the arguments, the fatal injuries, insults… The list could go on forever. Even with these things, Kyo shared a love for him? He, Iori Yagami, the Riot of Blood. The man set forth to rid the Kusanagi of his very existence.

For a moment a weakened smile pulled at Iori’s mouth as his hand continued to clench at the fabric of Kyo’s pant-leg. Even with all the hatred and sinister actions, Kyo still came back for him… It was that moment, the dark Yagami felt something heated flutter against his heart. It was far different from any other flamat hat had sparked there.. This was not of anger.. Not of rage or hatred.. But of something he thought he could never feel again for anything… Adoration… affection… Love. Yes, this very feeling was surely unmistakable… and he could barely believe it himself as the hand that clutched Kyo’s pant-leg began to trem. Se. Sending those tremors up his long arm quivquivered throughout his entire body.

“Ky..y..yo..o..” was all he could muster out to say through the harshness of his throat.. In fact it was far better that he was staying silent, for himself.. Yet he could not hold back, speaking the boy’s name, as he looked up at him with those ruby irises that shined with apparent adoration.

It was then that the tide was just right for them to set aloft in the ocean. If they got out far enough, the coast guard or any other passing ships would easily see the sight of the flares.

For Kyo... pushing the raft past the break point of the waves was the hardest of this order. No, second hardest. The first was the helpless feeling inside him that he couldn’t ease Iori’s pain. That the juices must hurt ungodly. That if he missed his chance, Iori could die.

He looked down at Iori, the man who many times tried to kill him. The look of unhindered worry and love was in his eyes as his face was set for determination. No, he refused to let a mere poison kill the Riot of Blood!

He pushed the water with his makeshift oar; his left arm went from pain to a dull throb as his fingers were going numb. Kyo ignored this as a minor inconvenience. He had to use both arms to row. When he was sure he was at the right place, he fired the flare into the air.

They must have been quite a sight to the coast guard that day. Two bloodied men in a rinky-dink raft. One of them in serious condition. The coast guard, tried and true, came to the rescue of the two fighters. Kyo wanted to sing as the white boast came and saved them from the raft.

Kyo went and told them all immediately what was wrong with Iori before he was shuffled away. He watched carefully as Iori was carried off to get first aide. He wasen aen and given a blanket. But he was unable to rest anywhere.

Kyo protested sharply, “I want to stay with Iori!”

Naval man replied, “Sir, I am sure he is being taken care off. You need to sit and relax.”

Kyo pushed his way past, his arm in a fresh sling, and made his way to Iori. He never wanted to take his eyes off the Yagami till he was sure Iori would be okay. What a sight this would have been if the others whom knew the two rivals could see them now.

Noises of strain escaped the parted lips of Iori’s, as he was swiftly rushed to the nearest hospital once they were docked. Yag Yagami became unstable as those wild glassy red eyes lost sight of Kyo for a moment.

“Mr. Yagami! You must keep still!” One of the emergency crew exclaimed towards him as he thrashed on the stretcher to no avail.

Iori grit his teeth hard as his back arched up off the stretcher, letting out a strangled shout while he was injected with morphine. The potent combination of the toxins in his body and the morphine caused his tainted body to completely shut down. Those wide animalistic eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he was knocked out cold, falling completely limp against the stretcher.

The emergency staff burst through the hospital doors and quickly rolled the unconscious man down the halls and into a highly sterilized medical room. The worried Kusanagi had been asked to stand back during these procedures, as they were aptinpting to keep the Yagami’s heart beating. The wounds within his neck were carefully cleaned and stitched closed to perfection. As for his lacerations, they as well were taken care of while the Yagami shivered in his deep intoxicated sleep. The medics became alarmed as the heart-monitor placed upon the Yagami was beeping erratically.. His heart rate was speeding out of control, and sweat began to cover his entire body as the poison ravaged his insides.

Iori’s bright crimson eyes snapped open as he arched off the bed, the alarms and beeps sounding out repeatedly, as the medics attempted to stabilize him, using everything they could to keep him alive while the anti-toxins they had administered upon him did their work. Yet much to everyone’s shock the chilling sound of a flat-line struck the ears of all that were in the room and the placid line could be seen through the soundproof window on the other side of the room.

The Yagami dropped limber upon the table, his arm dangling off the side and his eyes closing halfway. His irises took on a dulled red as his heart stopped, and a frigid chill washed over his entire being. Feelings and thoughts were a thing of the past now, as the medics panicked to restart his heart.

“CLEAR!” A doctor exclaimed as he bolted two electrical pads to Iori’s chest, filling his body with a high-voltage jolt, causing his back to arch up once, and jump-start his failing heart.

The doctors breathed a sigh as the beeping of Iori’s heartbeat finally stabilized to a steady rhythm, and the man lay silent and unmoving, except for the quaking shivers that rolled up his body every so often. The Yagami was finally wheeled to a single-bed room, where he could be freely visited now.

He lay on the bed with an I.V. dripping into his wrist, and the heart-monitor still keeping track of his heart-rhythm, just in case he suffered a relapse. Iori had been placed in a hospital gown, and the sheets of the bed pulled up halfway his body.. His head propped up by a few pillows behind him.. And two oxygen tubes were fixed within his nostrils to make sure flesh air was properly being sent to his lungs that had been so deprived during the whole ordeal.

His flesh was tattered, with small scratches here and there, which would heal with time. His swollen throat had simmered down as the anti-toxins fought a battle inside him.. Each strike caused his body to twitch and tremble violently… ruffling the long maroon bangs that still hung in front of his face. Iori’s exterior looked troubled.. Yet he seemed confident as well.. He was a fighter, he’d never let himself die from such a weakling death.

Kyo was taken as well to get some proper medical attention. His arm was only fractured but the bone took a lot of stress and a nerve was pinched. He came close to making the break worse by using his arm as he did. Kyo never regretted that though. He knew he would have done it again.

He was left waiting for word that he could see Iori. Hearing the Yagami almost died on the table made his heart leap into his throat. How dare Iori scare him like this! ‘Didn’t I have enough scares today?!’ Kyo thought as he paced the waiting room.

By now, word had gone out that the two fighters were found injured badly in their physical state. Not that Kyo and Iori being placed together ever resulted in anything but them bloody and one of them down. But the fact that they both looked mauled. This, Kyo didn’t know about.

Kyo was finally allowed to visit Iori. He walked in and pulled a chair over so he could sit by his rival. He took Iori’s hand into his own as he watched the battered Yagami rest. He was a handsome and larger fighter with tubes inside him, yet he was stable. Relief finally set into Kyo. Iori would make it. How close it all came to be for one of them not to survive this. But what would they do now? Maybe that was just something to take one day at a time. They could not exist separate from each other. Not just because of the ancient rivalry or the family clans they were the last of. But because they were part of each other. Maybe like Ying and yang. Not that Kyo knew all this in words he could say. He just felt this.

As for Iori, he was feeling again, though not what he wished. He felt himself drifting in a black void, where not even the tiniest amount of light could escape. Here in this limbo, he could not feel quit at peace… it was too silent… the sound of his own silence was far too loud, and he couldn’t seem to take it. On the outside, his reaction to this, caused his hand to depress against Kyo’s lightly as a shiver rolled through him again. He hissed through his teeth and lips as he quivered, feeling so cold in this dark purgatory he was sentenced to during his sleep.

‘Kusanagi?!’ Iori’s deep tenor voice echoed out into the blackness of his subconscious, ‘Come out! I know you’re here!’ He got nothing but the echoing of his own voice and loud horrible silence. The soundlessness was unbearable.. He needed noise.. He needed whining, screaming, and crying… even the sound of that pathetic childish tantrum! His heart began to flutter and panic, as he could not seem to find the exit to this void of darkness. The heartbeat on his monitor seemed to pick up speed, and his hold upon Kyo’s hand squeezed tighter as the sleeping man seemed to be experiencing a horrible nightmare.

Iori spun around in his subconscious as purple flames roared out from the darkness, taking on the form of a fiery serpent that thundered towards him, threatening to devour him. He found himself frozen, cold icy shackles locking around his ankles and keeping him in place. He was unable to move as the fiery dragon charged at him with its blazing mouth gapped wide.. He cold feel the intense heat, burning the hairs off his flesh.. Smell the embers.. His blood beginning to boil as it drew nearer and nearer.. He closed his eyes suddenly as he was paralyzed.. Yet a light so bright shined out, that he could see it through his eyelids. He opened his eyes to see the blinding crimson flames of the Kusanagi shielding up against the dragon.. And there wielding those magnificent flames, was the figure of Kyo, turning his head back to look at Iori with that cocky beautiful smile… before he shot a single powerful blast of flame into the beast, causing it to roar out in pain and explode into violet embers.

The Yagami stood there in disbelief as the Kusanagi’s flames danced around him, melting the shackles at his feet as Kyo approached him with that pleasant smile on his ever youthful face. The crimson flames felt warm and inviting to the touch.. For he even curled his long fingers through them, and they did not burn him. Iori’s darted his scarlet eyes up to Kyo, ‘K-kyo… Why did you…’ The figure of Kyo chuckled that arrogant chuckle, ‘Hey! You think I’d leave you hanging like that? You’re not getting away from me that easy, Iori!’

Iori’s ruby eyes became glassy with tears, that he was unable to hold back.. The warmth he felt was far too great for his mere human body to handle.. Those tears turned to bright sparkles of light as they shed. The maroon-haired man dashed forward and embraced the boy in his long strong arms.

And with that, the Yagami snapped awake… the world around him came into view.. And there he was.. Just like in his dream.. Standing right beside him, was Kyo. He knew now that he truly could not live without this boy near him.. And learned to accept… that his feelings were not something he should be shameful of.. But be something he should embrace… and that he did.. For the moment he awoke, his arms flung around Kyo’s smaller form, bringing him into a tight embrace against him as he lay in the bed.. Not a word said.. For now he needed none..

Kyo was in shock as Iori hugged him, but quickly returned it with his one good arm. He held the dangerous red-headed Yagami against him. It was hard to imagine anyone who felt so good and warm could possibly have tried to kill him. That thought seemed like in another lifetime. Though he also had to be careful, as Iori was not yet fully recovered.

That cocky smile crossed his lips. “Keep hugging me like this and I might accidentally fall in bed with you.”

Not that Iori was a small man. Unlike many people, Iori never looked small, not even in a hospital bed. Yagami was always a large, handsome presence wherever he went. He would have to stand next to the Jolly Green Giant to look small, yet even then he would be an immense presence maybe. It was hard for Kyo to imagine even fitting in bed with , un, unless he was partially laying on him.

It was then that the open Yagami did just that, and tugged the smaller man up against him, so that he was lying partially on his lap, with only his legs dangling off the side of the bed-ridden redhead. Iori butt his head against Kyo’s forehead like a big affectionate cat.. Even the noise of his breathing sounded like the purr of a maroon-haired feline. His large hand trailed up the boy’s back as he pulled the oxygen tubes from his nose, looking to the Kusanagi with those bright crimson eyes.

A dark smile creased up those serpent lips as he uttered in that distorted tenor, “Your reaction.. Was better than I thought.. You’re fun..”

Kyo was always a different surprise for him.. He never ceased to amaze Iori. Simply how the boy could keep up with him in the heat of battle was enough to put the Yagami to shock. His large hand, still fixed with an IV lifted and tilted Kyo’s chin up in order for the boy to look at him directly. That cold yet alluring smile touch his serpent-like lips as he gazed down upon the Kusanagi with those fiery red eyes. A gentle stroke of his fingers combed them through Kyo’s glossy black hair.. Tenderly petting him as if he were a little black kitten in his lap.

“What now, Kusanagi? …Going to run again?” Iori uttered in that deep tenor, his thick black brows lifting inquisitively.

Kyo was shocked he was pulled onto the bed… Not too shocked, actually, as Iori was a man who did what he felt moved to do. Those fingers brushing through his hair now so gently. Iori’s sexy cold smile that was very seductive with the brushing of his fingers. It was so hard not to rest against the larger man.

Kyo placed his head on the broad chest and cooed softly, “If I did you’ll track me down and drag me back anyway... I would hate to cause a scandal!” he spoke playfully.

Kyo’s fingers moved through Iori’s red hair and along his jaw, tracing down his neck which still held bandages… trailing down to his chest, “Plus I got you pinned down now!” he exclaimed with a big grin.

A dark deep chuckle rumbled in Iori’s chest, causing his shoulder to bob up and down, “You catch on quickly, Kusanagi…” Seeing how he would do just that if the boy dared to run from him again.. He was a red-haired lion in the prowl and Kyo was his prey. Like a big feline, he toyed and played with his little black bundle of energy.. Brushing those long fingers down the boy’s supple youthful features.. Down along his cheek-bones and ovis jis jaw-line.. Continuing to pet and stroke the raven-haired Kusanagi.

All the while, his heavy breathing ded ded like the purr of a large cat.. Looking completely content and relaxed within the bed and his plaything in his lap.

The Yagami gazed at the boyish man lying so innocently upon him… he held a face that beamed that he could do absolutely no wrong.. Kyo had always been like that.. Always the hero.. He’d risk his neck to save a friend.. Do all he could to put a smile on someone face.. With his charming good looks and the funny was he talked, it was hard not to come to like thislow.low. Iori had been one of his toughest eggs to crack.. Who would have thought this would ever happen. His long fingers sifted through the Kusanagi’s glossy black hair as his other hand gently tilted the boy’s chin up, “Pinned I may be..” he whispered in that hissing-viper tone, “yet you have just pinned a serpent..” and with those words, his arm coiled around Kyo’s smaller frame and brought him up close.. He tilted his head down and captured the innocent boy’s lips in a deep passionate kiss.. While his other hand trailed lines down the Kusanagi’s lean form.

It was around that time that a cheery young fellow came walking down the halls of the hospital with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He had light brown hair, a rather muscular build, which was less lean that Kyo’s and a little more bulk. He wore a dark blue jacket that resembled the Kusanagi’s, with a golden sun emblazed on the back. He had dark blue jeans on, and black and white tennis shoes. He also wore sun-embroidered dark-blue gloves that also resembled Kyo’s. To top it off he also wore a crude white bandana around his forehead. This kid looked like a Kyo Kusanagi wanna-be. And that’s pretty much what he was. His name was Shingo, and he was Kyo’s biggest fan, and also trained under him as his pupil.

A wanna-be or not, he was still one of Kyo’s best friends, and he had been worried about him when he found out he had gone missing and turned up in this hospital. The enthusiastic young man found the room-number of Kyo’s bed and touched the door-handle, cracking it open. “Heeey, Kusanagi-san! I heard you got yourself in a mess of trouble.. So I brought you some.. FLOW…ERS!?” His big brown eyes widened in horrified shock to see his respectable Kusanagi on top of his most hated fiend, Iori Yagami! And not only that.. They.. Were.. KISSING!?!?!? “HOLY !@$# YAGAMI! LET GO OF HIM, YOU SICK BASTARD!” he screamed in that teenage voice, dropping the flowers to the ground in his mind-blowing shock.. He certainly did not expect this..

Kyo couldn’t believe how the simple touch of those fingers made his body feel. Those same fingers that explored the curves of his face soon brushing the silky black of his hair. Those deep purrs that rumbled from Iori in an exotic manner vibrated straight though Kyo’s body. The man was like a snake or feline. Maybe he was both at the same time?

Iori was indeed a strange man. But he was always passionate. Threw his soul into his singing and guitar playing. Into his love or hate. The intensity of this man could be felt just by standing next to him. Everything about Iori was also exotic. A rare creature of the wild who would never be tamed.

Kyo was not the one pinning Iori down. Iori was the one who held Kyo. Kyo could not help but find himself like a mouse wrapped in the coils of his arms. Their warm lips met each other as they kissed. Iori’s tongue invaded his cavity and the mere taste of his mouth alone made Kyo moan and stir desires deep inside his g. Tg. Though he knew they shouldn’t be doing this due to their injuries, Kyo wanted to taste more of Iori. He wanted Iori to taste him. A shiver traveled down his spine. His own tongue danced and battled against the other tongue in playful flicks. His groin pressed with growing interest aga gro groin of the other man.

Kyo was so caught up in this that he failed to hear the entrance of Shingo until he was demanding his desired captor to release him. Kyo attempted to pull away now as a blush burned his cheeks.

Iori’s crimson eyes burned with his own desire, yet they turned into flames of irritation as one of Kusanagi’s loyal trainees wandered in and caught them in the act of the most forbidding of taboos. He bolted a glare at Shingo so icy it could freeze a bonfire.. He kept his boa-like arms around Kyo like a constricting anaconda, not daring to let him get away now. What Shingo did was like stealing a kill from a lion, and he was pissed, “Get the hell out of here pin-head! This isn’t a peep-show!” with those roared words, the Yagami picked up a mug on the nightstand of the hospital bed and chucked it at the awe-struck boy.

“YA!” Shingo jumped out of the way as the mug shattered against the wall and he scrambled outside the door, shutting it tightly behind him. His heart beat like a race-horse's, his teeth clenched and eyes widened to their brims.. He could not believe was he had just seNo! No! He must be dreaming! He knocked himself in the head a few times with his fists to try and wake himself up from this horrible nightmare.. Kyo.. And.. Iori!? Kyo his hero! And Iori, his most hated rival! THEY HATE EACHOTHER! That’s how it’s always been! “Gahh.. Nooo.. Wake up, wake up…!”

“Whoa! Shingo, if you hit yourself any harder, you’ll lapse into another coma!” A clearly American voice exclaimed.

Shingo looked up to see the stature of Terry Bogard and the young Rock Howard standing in front of them. The two lone wolves looked at Shingo slightly confused by his actions. Terry was a perfectly fit man, who wore a red jacket with the sleeves ripped off, and a white star stitched into the back.. He wore a white shirt under that, tight faded blue jeans.. And red and white sneakers. To top his long blonde hair.. That was tied down with a pony-tail; he wore his trademark cap that had the words ‘Fatal Fury’ upon the front. His dark sapphiyes yes poised on Shingo waiting for his explanation.

“I uh… I… I…. Uh.. Oh man…” Shingo stammered, unable to speak a word clearly, as he looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Rock quirked a slender blonde brow at the guy who was trembling, in a mess on the floor. He was a young teen, the age of 17, with platinum blonde hair that was shortened at the base of his ears and silky soft. His eyes were a fiery scarlet… He wore a red and white jacket with a winged black star emblemed on the back.. Under that was a silk black shirt.. Black formal pants.. And black leather Harley Davidson boots, “I think he’s going into convulsionsthe the blonde boy commented.

“Yo Shingo! C’mon snap out of it!” The Bogard snapped his fingers in front of Shingo’s face, “What’s the matter?”

Shingo looked up to Terry wide-eyed, “I saw.. I saw.. Kusanagi-san.. And.. Yagami.. And.. And..”

“And what? They were fighting? Maiming eachother?” Terry tried to finish for him.

Shingo groaned and dug his fingers into his scalp, “Ooohh.. No.. They.. They were.. K.. k.. Kissing!” the boy sounded on the verge of sobbing and he got the word out.

Rock and Terry looked perplexed and then began to laugh.. The Bogard laughed so hard his eyes began to water. Shingo became even more confused by this, “What!? W-what’s so funny!?!? This isn’t humorous! Yagami must have put an evil spell over Kusanagi-san! We got to save him!” The two blondes continued only to laugh, “Stop laughing! I’m serious!! What’s with you two!?”

Terry wiped a tear from his eye as he composed himself, “Geez, it took ‘em long enough!”

Shingo’s jaw dropped, “What do you mean ‘took them long enough’!?”

Rock waved his finger, “Wasn’t it obvious? Kyo and Iori are obsessed with eachother, couldn’t you see it?”

Shingo let out a sound that was much like a squeak, “What are you talking about!? They HATE eachother! …Well.. Kusanagi-san never really said he.. HATED.. Yagami… But I KNOW Yagami hates Kusanagi-san! I mean… he says it every time they see eachother!”

Terry pawed the air, “Oh please, that was nothing but a cover up. About time the psycho finally gave in to his real intentions.”

“Real intentions!? Are you crazy, Bogard!? Their rivalry steeps generations! Everybody knows the Kusanagi and the
Yagami are mortal enemies!” Shingo tried to defend, but only got snickers from the two Americans.

“Um, excuse me sirs, you’re disturbing the other patients… I’ll to to ask you to leave..” A nurse approached the three men who were making such a ruckus in the echoinlls,lls, that the other patients were complaining.

Terry kindly tipped his hat to the nurse, “Alright, but if you could give these to Mr. Kusanagi, that'd be great." He asked as he handed her a basket of sun-flowers.. Of course one of Kyo’s favorite flowers.

Rock pulled Shingo to his feet, “C’mon, we’ll explain everything to you.” He chuckled lightly and led the confused boy down the halls, followed by Terry who was going to explain to the young man about a little thing called, ‘Love.’

To Be Continued.....