Yosh yosh .. so this is REALLY the last chapter!! And it's something special ^________^ Because it is a joint projekt with Sery ♥ The idea for this epilogue is completely from me of course but we split the writing XD I wrote the first part and the 2nd is from Sery according my idea. Well so I also had a bit fun of my own fanfic XD I really like the result! So I really hope that you'll also love it!

Comments are Love!!! as always ^.~

EPILOGUE

A balmy breeze lapped around Sakurai Sho’s face. The sun was standing high up in the sky and its wonderful warmth was shining down on the earth. Sho was standing at the edge of a mountain, hands resting on the handrail and looking down at the wide Tokyo which was lying in front of him. So many houses could be seen but also much green and at the horizon you could also make out bits of the shoreline.

Dreamily he let his gaze slide along the scenery. It was quiet up there where he was standing. No noise from the city could be heard; only the chipper of the birds got through to his ear.

“Ne Satoshi, you like the view here, right? It’s really beautiful!” Sho continued to look down on the busy city where one car after the other passed the highway. A view minutes went by like this and he only turned around when a faint clicking could be heard behind him. But the only thing he could see was a tiny squirrel that rushed swiftly above the ground to the next tree.

Disappointment and sadness reflected in Sho’s eyes when he slowly raised his gaze and looked at a big somber stone which hulked up in front of him. At this sight he suddenly felt a cold shiver running down his back, a lump in his throat and he felt as if an invisible hand would slowly rip his heart out of his chest.

Every time it was like this. Every time when his eyes recognized the inscription of the stone and the horrible reality overtook him. Slowly he sacked down on his knees, his eyes still lingering on the characters which were engraved in front of him.

Ohno Satoshi *Nov 26.1980 †April 24.2008

Sho realized how tears shot into his eyes and how his body got shaken from the pain of the reality.

It has already been many months since the ominous night that had thrown his live off track.

When Ohno had left this world, he had also lost the reason for his life. Sho hadn’t shown up for days, hadn’t eaten, hadn’t slept and completely neglected his work. He only sat at home, isolated from the outer world; his gaze constantly focusing the TV on which one Arashi video after the other was shown. His apartment soon resembled a small rubbish dump but only like this he could be happy; only like this he could live on. Because the videos were the only thing that was left of his Satoshi and they gave him the feeling as if the older one was still alive and with him. He could see Ohno how he waved happily towards the audience, how he had fun together with them and how his bright smile flickered on the screen. The DVDs gave Sho what he missed so immensely: Ohno’s breathtaking dance skills, his voice that touched him so much, that shiny smile that let the sun rise.

But it was Jun’s words that brought Sho back to his senses. He still had them in his mind, remembered too clearly how the youngest member suddenly rushed into his apartment, seized him by the collar and told him quiet clearly with a sharp voice:

„I’m at the end of my patience with you! It is one thing to grieve but another to neglect work, friends and most of all yourself! Just look what has happened to you! Do you think Ohno would be happy to see you like this?! In such a bad state living at a rubbish dump?! My god, he would be totally ashamed of you! This here Sho-kun is not what Ohno wanted! Surely not! Ohno always wanted only the best for all of us! He surely would have wanted that you continue your life and enjoy it that you can do and experience all the things that he couldn’t do anymore! Damn it Sho! Live your life! Don’t throw it away! Life for yourself and for Ohno! That is what Ohno wishes! That and nothing else!“

Only those words had awoken Sho from his trance and had given him a reason to live his life as normal as possible. He wanted to live on for his Satoshi, wanted to do and see all the things that he couldn’t anymore.

And so he fought from day to day to gain control of his life again, but no matter where he went to or what he did there was always something that remembered him of his Leader and the deep-seated pain rose inside of him again. And every time he went to the grave of the older one and looked down on the wide city somehow out of no reason a feeling of hope came up in him. A hope that Ohno wasn’t lying underneath that stone but would jump out from behind a tree and would look at him with a mischievous smile. He always had that hope within him when standing there and every time again his world broke apart when this hope got crushed. Like this time also.

Drowned in tears he was now sitting in front of the stone. His hand embraced the cloth of his shirt right above his heart. There was one thought pounding in his mind:

‘My world got crushed on that evening and no matter how hard I try to rebuild it, it will never become like this again... never ever…’

With this realization in mind he slowly raised his voice.

“Satoshi, I’m… sorry. So sorry…!” shaky those words came over his lips. „I can not… I just... cannot go on… anymore. I’m not able … to live on … for you… I’m even... not able... to continue… to live for … myself… I’m ... too weak! I miss you so badly! … Please forgive me!”

After that Sho slowly reached into his pocket. Beneath the bright spring-sun there was suddenly a knife flashing in his hands. He raised his hand and…

Soaked in sweat, with wild beating heart and hard breathing Sho jumped up in his bed. A few ray of lights got through the blinds and except for the ticking of the clock there was dead silence. When looking at the LED screen of his alarm clock he noticed that it was just three in the morning. Slowly Sho raised his hands and let his head rest within them. He tried to calm himself from the shock of the dream just now, but his breath and his wild beating pulse just couldn’t come to rest.

Sho could still remember the dream too clearly and it hurt him too much. He felt how tears gathered in his eyes. “Satoshi…!” shaky he said that name. The first teardrop wanted to run down his cheek when he suddenly felt a pressure around his chest, also a slight breeze which brushed his neck. A slight shiver went through him and his eyes widened out of surprise.

“Sho, you had this dream again… but everything is ok. I’m here with you! So please lie down again, we have to wake up early tomorrow!” He could hear those sleepy words really near his ear. After that Sho felt how soft lips were placed upon his neck and stroke him gently; the unpleasant shiver changed into a pleasant one. The gentle hands that were embracing his chest pushed him now down with a strong-willed grip and soon he felt the warm mattress beneath his back again.

Those two hands were now sliding down to his waist and when he turned his gaze to his chest he could see a dark shock of hair that nestled there quietly and was already breathing steadily again.

A soft smile appeared on Sho’s face. Gently he stroke over the smooth hair a few times before he bent down, placed a tender kiss on the shock of hair, breathed in the scent of the other and finally embraced him with his arms to get even closer to him.

With the feeling of embracing his beloved all nightmares were forgotten immediately and he was able to gain his sleep again.

When everything that has happened became clear again to Sho the next day, he was more than glad. On how the two of them could normally be together each and everyday. And it was all the small things that he loved the most, like just the feeling to have Satoshi by his side. And so, even the short way towards the green room of TV Nihon became one of the nicest moments in his life. Just because they were together.

And even when Ohno rushed immediately to Nino and sat down right beside him when they entered the room didn’t matter much to him, cause he knew exactly that his heart only belonged to him.

Sho sat down beside Aiba, opened the newspaper with a relaxing feeling while his gaze went once again to his boyfriend happily. Yes, he could only be happy.

While he slowly became engrossed in his newspaper, Nino slid closer to Ohno, his eyes staring on his DS, so that their knees touched each other.

“Well, slept well?” he asked Ohno while he was still looking down on his console.

The older nodded slightly. “Yes, I did, but Sho did not.”

Now also Aiba was interfering in the talk worriedly. “Eh? Why not?” He slid closer to Sho and blinked at him with a worried gaze. But instead of the rapper he got the answer from Ohno. “He had this dream again.” As soon as those words were spoken there could be heard a surprised and also slightly irritated “Eh, again?” from Nino immediately because it seemed that this wasn’t the first time that Arashi’s rapper had such a dream. However, Sho did not want this would go a circuit and so he tried his best to defuse the situation.

“Ah that was surely only because I had watched one of those damn sad movies on TV… I’m always so touched!”

For a short while there was silence like the other member would check if this was an acceptable answer.

But instantly it was clear that Sho had no success with it because Aiba was now telling his opinion of this topic to the others. “Hm, well, I think that Sho-chan is just afraid of losing Ohchan!” Saying that a huge smile spread on his face and he began to poke Sho with his elbow into the side which the older one tried to ignore as much as possible while still concentrating on his newspaper.

But there was someone else that was kind of interesting in Aiba’s words. Nino had immediately pricked up his ear’s and was as keen as mustard about this idea. Grinning he put aside his DS and placed his head on Ohno’s lap now. A scrutinizing look went to Sho but when the older didn’t even raise one eyebrow he snuggled his head further in the lap of the smaller one.

“Well, there is reason enough for Sho-chan to be afraid of losing Oh-chan. You cannot hold it against him, ne?”

He now looked at the older one hoping for approval but he only grinned at him. But this was already enough for Nino.

“I think we should absolutely revive Ohmiya SK again!” to put more meaning into his words he slowly raised his arm to Ohno’s head and placed his fingers softly on the older one’s cheek.

He only got a surprised “Eh..?” as answer.

Sho looked up from his newspaper for a short while, as he was kind of interested what happened to his boyfriend. But he knew exactly what Nino tried to achieve.

“If you think that you can make me jealous then you are wrong.” A short glance was exchanged with Nino and then Sho was already looking at the supposedly more interesting newspaper again.

A grumble could be heard from the other side of the room. Nino really had hoped for another reaction. He wasn’t the craftiest member for nothing; he still had something up his sleeve.

“Eh really? Even if I’ll do… with Ohchan… yet? Here on the sofa…?” With one flip he had grabbed the older one, knocked him over and placed himself over him. Another glance went to Sho, nastily grinning.

An amused chuckle came out of the rapper’s throat, he didn’t even raise his gaze, only saw from the corner of his eyes what Nino was doing with his boyfriend.

“Forget it! Doesn’t work!”

But Nino didn’t want to give up so easily. He now bent down further to the smaller one beneath him, so near that the tips of their noses touched each other. A grin flashed up on his face. He wanted to continue to tease Sho, yes he really wanted to educe a reaction from him, but suddenly he froze.

A staff member entered the green room.

“We go on air shortly! Matsumoto-san is already in the studio!” he announced quickly and left the room again immediately without even looking at Nino and Ohno. Seeing those two close to each other physically has always been a normal sight and no one ever wondered about that.

“Well, we will see…” saying those words more to himself Nino stood up from Ohno grinningly, fixed his clothes and went to the studio together with the other members.

During the filming it didn’t get any better. Nino took every chance there was to get close to Ohno, tried his hardest to stand beside him every second.

Back in the green room the younger one of course had to talk to Sho as soon as possible.

“And now, Sho-chan? Jealous? I even fed him!“ He grinned widely and was already looking forward to the reply he longed for.

But to his surprise the rapper began to laugh. He laughed and shook grinningly his head. Nino couldn’t understand Sho’s reactions anymore.“This leaves me cold.” Answered Sho and again a tang of amusement could be heard in his voice that almost drove Nino crazy.

The eyes of the younger one widened and he looked at the rapper dumbfounded. His mouth opened and a long sigh could be heard.

“That’s impossible! You have to get jealous! Just look at what I do with your boyfriend!“ As soon as he had said those words Nino leaned against Ohno again, put his face against the older ones neck and began to kiss the skin there softly and carefully. But only for a short while, cause he didn’t want to exaggerate it although Sho almost forced him to do so.

A slight giggle could be heard from Ohno. It seemed that he didn’t really care about the whole situation. Quite the contrary, he seemed to be happy about the attention and tenderness he got from Nino.

As a reply Sho only sat down on the opposite sofa cozily and began to pack his stuff. Mentally he smiled brightly, but this he could hide quite skillfully. He really had lots of fun to drive Nino crazy with not showing any signs of jealousy.

A faint shout came now from the other side. Nino really looked like he was near the insanity. Doubtfully he raised his head and only stared at Sho for a moment.

“Why don’t you get jealous? That’s impossible!”

Now the rapper stood up after all, looked smilingly to Nino while he came closer to both.

“Why should I?” he started with a soft and convincing sound in his voice, while he sat down on the place beside Nino and his boyfriend. “First… it’s you Nino! And second, I can be 100% sure that there is only one person in Satoshi’s heart. And that’s me after all!”

Before Nino could react on Sho’s speech Aiba already interfered wide grinning. He jumped up from his place and walked giggling to the three of them.

“Ah! That’s the first time that I really see you as a couple!” His grin became even wider saying those words which seemed almost impossible.

“Huh?” was the only response from Sho, because he didn’t really get what the taller one meant with that sentence.

“Well… when seeing you two it’s just as ever! You act totally normal and talk to each other like normal… It seems more like Nino and Ohno are a couple! You two… it’s just normal.”

Nino could only nod affirmatively and hoped really hard that now the jealousy would really struck Sho. Now it was even said that he could be the one at Ohno’s side. That just had to draw the rapper out!

When Sho began to laugh once again, Nino and Aiba almost fell over clichéd.

“Ah… if you mean it like this... well, we can also act different!” stated the rapper suddenly in a sugar-sweet tone while his gaze fell slowly on his boyfriend.

“Ne, Toshi-chan~?”

As if Ohno had already waited for this moment he broke apart from Nino, jumped hastily up and placed himself upon Sho’s lap smilingly.

“Haaaai~ Shosuki~”. An affectionate look got exchanged between the two of them after which Ohno raised his arms and wrapped them around his boyfriend’s neck.

Just at this moment the door opened and an unknowing Matsumoto Jun stepped into the green room. A gaze upon the couple was enough to let him roll his eyes.

“Oh god, who called this forth?! No matter who it was, I will personally wring that someone’s neck! Can someone please stop that?! It makes me queasy!” were his irritated words which made everyone else laugh aloud suddenly.

But the easy going atmosphere suddenly got disturbed abruptly when Sho looked up at the clock and sighed sorrowfully.

“Damn, I have to go to Zero! Sorry, we see each other later, ne?” he said hastily before he pressed a small kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. The older one could only smile while he stood up from the other so that Sho can rush to his work.

But now Aiba’s loud voice echoed suddenly through the room.

“Awwww~ I saw it! I saw it! Cute~!” He was giggling while he clapped his hands together happily.

Hearing this Sho’s face became slightly red. He turned around and looked at the door shyly.

“Satoshi, you don’t have to wait for me.” He said softly to his boyfriend and rushed out of the green room. This was the first time that he had kissed Ohno in front of the others. Although it wasn’t a real kiss, but still, he felt kind of embarrassed.

Unfortunately he didn’t notice the happy “Hai hai” and waving of Ohno anymore.

When the door closed Nino’s instinct awoke once again and he of course grabbed the chance immediately. He slid closer to Ohno and placed one arm around the older one’s shoulder possessively.

“So? What are we two sweethearts doing now?” he chirped grinningly.

The older one only shrugged with his shoulder. He was totally not affected by the approach of the other.

“Well, I take this opportunity to go and fish our dinner. What about you? If you like you can accompany me” he answered in a loose tone, but knew exactly that this was a sore spot of Nino.

As answer the younger one could only roll his eyes and sigh.

“You are a dead loss...“

Even though he had been told that he shouldn’t wait, Ohno had still waited. As always when Sho had to go to Zero, Ohno had waited, had prepared the dinner in the kitchen and had been happy when his boyfriend finally came home again.

And now they were sitting on the sofa, ignoring the scent of the prepared meal, Sho’s head resting on the older one’s lap. Soft fingers ruffled through the fine hair of Arashi’s rapper.

„Toshi…?“, sounded Sho’s voice silently through the room.

„Hm…?“

„I’m sorry.“

„For what?“

„It’s so nice right now… may I rest like this a bit longer?”

A smile grazed the rapper’s lips while asking.

„Of course… But why are you apologizing?“

„Because the delicious dinner will be getting cold and I could bet that I will become too tired to stand up anymore and instead will just fall asleep on your lap.“

Now Ohno’s laughter, softy and happily, echoed through the room and Sho’s smile grew wider.

“Well… it’s only sashimi.”

But the younger one didn’t really catch Ohno’s words anymore as he slowly got more tired. The day really had been busy for him.

„Sho-chan…?“

Only marginal he noticed that his boyfriend spoke to him.

„Hm?“

„Arigatou!“

Although he has almost fallen asleep he still wondered about that sudden thanks.

„Eh?“

„Ah, just because.“

But now Ohno’s soft voice had totally lulled him. The ruffling through his hair got slower, softer and then he didn’t notice anything around him anymore and finally fell asleep on his boyfriends lap. Totally relaxed and satisfied.

While Ohno still kept running his hand through Sho’s hair his gaze fell on the small table in front of him. There they were spread: their shared memories, held on Polaroid. A bright smile grazed Ohno’s face. It was already enough to fill a whole album but for him it still wasn’t enough. There should be more and more added.

Ohno smiled, lowered his head a little bit and breathed a soft kiss on Sho’s forehead.

„Aishiteru“

Yes… he loved him. After all that had happened and what they had been gone through he could affirm that he loved Sho unconditionally and from the bottom of his heart.

THE END

The most important... never let it go! GERMAN FINISHED!

Jan 25, 2009
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Yatta, it's finished in time!!! For Sho-chans birthday! The epilogue of my fanfiction!!

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http://arashi.forumup.com/viewtopic.php?p=6838&mforum=arashi#6838

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The most important ... never let it go! CHAPTER 8

Jan 9, 2009
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Finally it's done! The English translation! Sorry for the long wait .. I wrote so much .. and this time translating was really TAIHEN!

It's the last chapter ... but ... I'm working on an epilogue. So expect another chapter (hopefully soon ^^;;)

A big fat DOUMO ARIGATOU! to my English beta-reader! You are such a darling! ♥ Really helps me ALOT!!! Thank you! m(_ _)m

Jaa now .. hope you'll like that not-really-last-chapter ^.~ As always comments are LOVE ♥

CHAPTER 8

„Satoshi!" suddenly a voice echoed through the room like it came out of nowhere and although Ohno was only a few meters away from his goal now, he stopped reflexively. Why he did that he couldn't really explain himself. The name Satoshi wasn't familiar to him and he also didn't know whom that voice belonged to.

But why did his heart begin to suddenly beat so strongly? No, he wasn't allowed to get distracted, he had to go to the gate which could give him light, warmth and possibly his freedom. But with every step he made towards his goal, a pain went through his heart. A pain that made him feel like he might regret something if he didn't turn around again.

And although he still had the wish to escape that darkness as soon as possible, he slowly turned around towards the direction from where the mysterious voice had come from. First he couldn't make out anything except the darkness. But then, bit by bit, something began to take shape from the same distance as the gate which was now at his back.

Ohno could see the outlines of a person then it became clearer until he was looking into the face of a man.

Ohno sized him up slowly and thoroughly. That stranger was a bit taller than him, had dark brown hair, full lips, beautiful dark eyes; their age also shouldn't differ too much. Riida's gaze stuck on his eyes which strangely cast a spell over him. He got the feeling that he had looked into the same pair of eyes once already, but could that really be? He tried to remember again, but it was still pointless.

He noticed now that the stranger slowly raised his right hand and held it out to him. With a warm, friendly and shining smile on his face he raised his voice once again: "I need you… Satoshi!" Ohno didn't know why but hearing the sound of that voice made his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Also he now had a lump in his throat and he felt that his eyes got teary for some unknown reason.

Why had those words such a big effect on him? Why was he suddenly wary about going through that gate after hearing such sentences? What should he do now? His mind told him that he should turn around and go towards the light cause there was a peaceful place waiting for him, but his heart told him that he should forget about that place and that he should grab the hand of the person in front of him instead. His thoughts went crazy, was totally confused. Ohno knew he had to make a decision and so he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Alone into the light or together into the darkness?" Once again he took a deep breath and when he finally opened up his eyes again, his decision was clear!

Slowly he turned around his head towards the light, a slight smile on his lips.

"I'm really grateful but why should I stay in a bright place all by myself when there is someone here who seems to care for me? You can also drive away the darkness when you have someone at your side!"

As soon as those words came over his lips he turned around and rushed over to the stranger. Once again Ohno looked up to him before his gaze fell on the stranger's hand. He now also raised his but then he hesitated once again; was this really the right decision? But there was no way back now! Not wasting any more thoughts he finally grabbed the stranger's hand which was still held out towards him.

As soon as they touched each other Ohno felt like thunderstruck. Everything suddenly was so clear in front of him, everything had come back to him; all his memories, as if they never had been gone. Warmth flushed trough him and once again he raised his gaze to look into the face of the man opposite him.

When his eyes had fixated on the man, his feelings got out of control. Tears ran over his cheeks and his whole body began to shiver. But all this didn't happen because of sadness but rather because of gladness that he had made the right decision. Because in front of him was the man that meant so much to him, the man that he didn't want to miss in his life.

Sakurai Sho.

Ohno saw that a warm smile spread over Sho's lips now, but then a blinding white light embraced them suddenly and Ohno lost "consciousness".

Looking like a picture of misery Sho sat on the cold floor of the small room and couldn't believe what just had happened. He barely felt the nurse's hand which she carefully placed on his shoulder and how she kneeled down to him.

"I'm sorry…" she just wanted to begin when suddenly a loud beep echoed through the room. This wasn't the only one, a second and third followed. Sho forced himself to look up while his tears still continued to run over his cheeks. His gaze wandered through the room searching for the source of that sound when it finally stuck on the small monitor besides Ohno’s bed. The line that had been completely horizontal up to now had changed into curves again. Up and down it went with every beep that sounded through the room. "What.. how… why…?" those words came shivering out of Sho's lips. He couldn't believe what he was seeing right now. Did his eyes and his ears play a prank on him? Did he become completely insane now?

Puzzled, he looked over to the doctor who, also slightly puzzled, turned towards the patient again. For a short moment there was a strange tension flying through the small room; all eyes were fixated on the man wearing a white cloak. With a trained look he checked Ohno and the machines, did some handholds and finally put away the patient chart. "We… have him back!"

Sho heard those words, but he just couldn't grab them at first. When he turned his gaze towards the unconscious Ohno again, he was able to form a few words although they only came over his lips faintly.

"Ohno.. he .. he is.. not…?" he continued to look straight on his leader without winking once.

While the doctor sorted his stuff the nurse placed his hands softly on Sho's shoulders. A friendly and warm smile could be seen on her lips.

"Don't worry, he is fine again. Your friend has found his way back again. He really is a strong person who surely doesn't want to leave you alone. So please do not worry."

As soon as she had said those words Sho suddenly embraced her and gave her a squeeze. Tears were running over his cheeks again but after all he had gone through those were the most pleasant tears during this night.

He went through hell; just a few seconds ago he had still thought that he had lost the most important person in his life, without being able to tell him what he really felt. After Ohno's last heartbeat his heart had also felt like dead. But a miracle had happened and the loud beep which still echoed through the room was proof enough.

"Oh thank god! Yokatta! He is.. with us again! He has .. not.. left me! He is … alive!" His voice shook, his eyes were red because of the many many tears that he had shed within this whole day, his heart was beating like hell in his breast and his arms embraced the young woman tighter, who was now tapping his back softly and nodded in assurance again and again.

When Sho's tears had dried and he slowly let go of the young woman, the doctor had already left the room. With his left hand he wiped away the last few tears from his face and took a deep breath after that.

"Everything ok again?" he heard the worried voice of the nurse and he slightly nodded.

"Yes, thank you very much and I'm sorry that I…" the woman shook her head softly. "No no, it's ok. The main thing is that you are feeling better again! I will go back to my station again. If I can do something for you…" Sho considered a bit and he thought suddenly struck him.

„Ah yes, could you please bring me my stuff? It's still in the room in which I had been for a short while. Is that possible?" He got a warm smile and short nod as reply.

„Of course. And if something else should come up, please come and call me. Ah and please tell us immediately when your friend wakes up, ok?"

After Sho had promised to do so and the nurse had left the room Arashi's rapper finally stood up from the floor with shaky legs.

The shock of the events still stuck in his limbs. Carefully he took one step after the other, in total concentration so that his knees wouldn't give in. He was relieved when he finally stood at Ohno's side and could sit down on the chair which was still right there.

His hands trembled when he softly stroke away some strands of Riida’s hair from forehead.

Gently he let his hand move along Ohno’s face and let it rest on his cheek.

"That surely was an awful night, right? I will be so delighted when it is finally morning and you can look at me again with your bright eyes." His right hand continued to stroke the cheek of the older one while his left grabbed Ohno’s hand and squeezed it a little.

A soft smile appeared on his lips. Only a few hours were left till sunrise. If Ohno was able to survive those then Sho could finally be sure that his Riida would come back to him again.

Softly Ohno Satoshi perceived the sound of a steady beep when he slowly regained consciousness again. His eyelids felt really heavy and only with great effort he was able to open them a little bit and was now looking with a blurry gaze upon a white ceiling that was not familiar to him. Where was he and what had happened?

It was hard for him to think as an unbelievable tiredness was clinging tightly to him. He wanted to stroke over his eyes with his hand but because of the medication that he had been dosed with, he was too weak to move. Startled and slightly getting in panic that he had no control over his body he looked upon himself. Just now he noticed the respiratory mask that was placed upon his mouth and stared down on his bandaged right hand and the tubes that were connected to his body.

A short stitch went through his head when memory fragments played in front of his inner eye: how he walked along a street, nervous about the upcoming task, how Sho was kissing a woman, how he turned around, how Sho followed him, the red light of a traffic light and blinding headlights of a car.

Right, he was rushing over there to protect Sho from the car that turned around the corner. So it was him that got caught.. but wait: SHO! His eyes widened out of horror! What had happened with Sho? Had he been able to protect him? Where was he? If only Ohno was able to, he would have jumped up turned everything upside down just to get to know how Sho was. But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he suddenly felt a slight squeeze on his left hand.

It was difficult for him to turn his head to the side but at last he was able to and was now looking down on his hand which was held by another. Ohno was surprised cause he hadn't noticed at all that someone else had been in this room and was even holding onto his hand.

But still he couldn't recognize who this person was. It wasn't of much help to lift his head a little bit because the only thing that he could now see was a dark shock of hair which rested on the bed.

Arashi's leader got curious now. He wanted to know who that person was that sat beside his bed all night long and held onto his hand. Ohno closed his eyes and began to concentrate. His eyebrows contracted intensely when he tried to concentrate his remained strength into his left hand. He noticed how he lifted his index finger a little bit. But when it moved down again he wasn't able to apply pressure. His index finger was only tapping slightly onto the skin of the other one.

Out of frustration he sighed softly; like this he would never be able to attract attention.

But Ohno was wrong. A short time later he noticed how the shock of hair slowly began to move and a short sleepy grunt could be heard.

The head slowly moved further upwards and when finally a familiar pair of eyes was looking at him tiredly Ohno's breath got caught away for a short while. That person beside his bed was no less than Sakurai Sho. The person that he had expected the least but who brought out the most happiness within him.

For a few seconds the two of them just looked at each other in silence but then a bright smile slowly spread upon Sho's lips.

"Ohayou Satoshi!" the eyes of the younger one flashed at him during this greeting. Ohno didn't know what hit him; he only could stare at the one opposite him and nod slightly.

He noticed how the other let go of his hand and saw how Sho was stretching himself tiredly, let out a yawn and suddenly paused. For a few seconds it was like Arashi's rapper turned to stone.

Then his gaze shot back towards the older one.

"You… you are awake!" stunned his voice echoed through the room. It took awhile till Sho finally grasped the situation.

"Oh god, you are awake Satoshi! You really are awake!" thereupon Sho's face lighted up as much as Ohno had never seen it before.

He could see pure happiness, gladness, so much more in the face of the other, but Riida still couldn't really grasp what was going on just now. When Sho still radiant with joy bent down to him and began to softly stroke through his hair Ohno got totally confused. His heart began to beat wildly, felt how his cheeks reddened and how his eyes got teary. He liked what was just happening, that was a sure thing, but he was afraid. Afraid that all this was only a dream, not real, that his mind only played a trick on him.

He wished that this moment would last forever; Sho's hand in his hair was so warm and soft. But he wasn't allowed to lose himself in that touch! Carefully Ohno opened his mouth to say something but he just couldn't find his voice and Sho also shook his head and let a soft "Pssst" come over his lips. The rapper had now surely noticed the insecurity of him because his gaze became really soft now and he stopped the stroking through his hair.

Instead he sat down beside the bed again and took the hand of the older one in his.

"You don't have to say anything. Save your strength so that you will recover soon. Besides I'm the one that should tell you something." His thumb stroke gently over Ohno's hand and he looked deeply in the older ones eyes.

"I'm sorry Satoshi! All this… was my fault!" His voice was soft, but Ohno also recognized sadness.

"Only because of me all this had happened. I had no clue and was blind. Blind about my feelings and… yours." While he continued to stroke Ohno's hand, his right hand went up to his neck and pulled out the necklace of the older one.

Riida’s eyes widened when he recognized the item. What was going on? His head began to hurt because of all the things that just went down upon him.

"Satoshi or Sho, right?" continued the younger one and let the necklace rest openly upon his shirt now before he grabbed something that was lying on the rack behind him.

"Like this here also." While he was saying that, he held up the closed notebook of Ohno in front of him. In this moment Arashi's leader felt like the time had stopped for a short while. Sho knew it! His deepest secret was disclosed! Sho who was the person that meant the most to him, knew about his real feelings. Panic rose within him. What was now about to happen? How should it go on between both of them? Will this destroy their friendship? Maybe even Arashi? What was Sho thinking about him now? Surely he despised him now! Now everything was over; while such thoughts ran through his head Sho continued to speak: "I'm really sorry that I didn't notice anything during all this time. That you had to endure all this just because of me. But I can promise you something!" While he was saying that he began to flip through the small notebook until he had found a specific page. "From now on you won't have to be alone anymore. I will always be at your side! Because…" Slowly he began to turn the notebook in his hand until the opened page faced Ohno. On one page there was the latest drawing that the older one had made but then Riida recognized something on the opposite; something that he hadn't drawn there:

Scribble

Speechless he stared at the paper. That couldn't be true! That surely was… but when he looked up into the face of the younger one that smiled at him lovingly and when he heard him say "Aishiteru yo!" softly Ohno felt like a huge burden had been taken away from his heart. Immediately tears stared to run over his cheeks and a bitter sobs echoed through the room. Everything he had hoped for the whole time had come true in this instant. All the time he had hoped that Sho could stay at his side but he never had expected that this wish really would come true. He had thought that he would always only be Sho's leader, but now…

One tear after the other ran over the cheeks of the older one. Sho put down the notebook, shifted the chair nearer to the bed and began to gently stroke away the tears from Ohno's face.

"Ssh shh everything is alright Satoshi! I'm here now!" said the rapper softly while his fingers continued to gently stroke over the other’s face.

After some time the tears got fewer and only a soft sniff could be heard. Sho bent slowly down to Ohno and placed a sweet kiss on his forehead. While the older one blinked a few times, a bright and shining smile appeared on his lips.

"Now everything is ok, right?" Arashi's leader was now also able to let a light smile appear on his face.

But then he suddenly noticed that Sho slowly let up on him and stood up from the chair. Automatically Ohno's left hand shot up and grabbed the shirt of the younger one. With a strong grip he held the fabric in his hand to prevent other one from leaving him alone in this room.

Fear began to run through his body, fear that the darkness in which he had been, before he woke up in this room, could catch him and get lost in it again.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back! I'll only tell the doctors that you have woken up and then I’d be right back at your side again! I promised you, right? That I won't leave you alone anymore!" Another bright smile appeared on Sho's face and when the older one saw this he was sure that there was no need anymore to fear anything. No matter what happened now Sho would always be at his side! Sho, the person whom he loved and who loved him in return! Ohno loosened his grip a little bit and allowed the younger one to depart slowly.

Immediately after Sho had let up on him Arashi's leader felt that infinite tiredness again which had hogged his body before.

But he constrained himself to continue to turn his gaze upon as Sho, whose back was now facing him, slowly opened the door behind which he vanished a moment later.

But apparently this was the exact moment the gnawing tiredness had waited for. As soon as Ohno was alone in the room his eyelids began to get heavier in the blink of an eye. Everything around him seemed to blur and to fade. The sound of the machines that had filled the small room until now got more muffled and silent. The strength in his arms that he had just felt when he tried to stop Sho from going away left him. Ohno tried to fight against it. He had to win against the approaching darkness! He wasn't allowed to lose because he wanted to look into the shining face of Sho again from the bottom of his heart.

But after a few seconds the fight had already been decided. Arashi's leader couldn't find the strength anymore to let his eyes open. All the thoughts that had been in his mind just now faded away. The last thing that flared up in his mind was Sho smling at him.

Like a veil, darkness and silence now began to lie over him.

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Well you surely noticed .. this is an open ending! Yes yes .. so there really HAS to be an epilogue! So that minna gets to know what happened to Ohno ... if he only fell asleep or maybe really didn't survive? You have to find out ne... in the epilogue ^.~

But I still have something for you .. a little present because you always had to wait so long.. and that is a teaser! I made a little teaser which shows what will happen in the beginning of the epilogue... it's Sho POV btw.

About the video I have to say that I got inspired by Yayas Ohchan birthday fanvid she once made. I really really love that fanvid of hers so that I had to do my own version and so this is it! If you know her fanvid then you surely already know some scenes cause I also used some she used in her vid. But still .. our vids differ ne ^.~

So here is the link for the teaser for download:

http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?yoyynn2wl3i

Or you can also watch it here (neighborhood only sorry), but the quality is not that good:

The most important... never let it go! CHAPTER 7

Nov 19, 2008
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As promised ... the English translation of chapter 7!!!

Will try my best to finish chapter 8 soon .. ^.^

CHAPTER 7

It was dark. Dark and cold was the place where Ohno Satoshi was now. And there was something strange; just now he had had the feeling that his whole life had been shown right in front of his eyes. All those things, that he had done and experienced, all the people that he had met and became friends with and those, that had a special place in his heart. But as soon as that “movie of his life” was over, all of Ohnos memories were blown away. He didn’t know where he was, how he reached that place and even who he was, was a mystery for him now. It was like someone had grabbed an eraser and deleted all of his memories like the writing on a paper.

Frantically he tried to remember; remember some trivial things that could give him a hint on who he was and what he was doing here. But no matter how hard he tried, it just didn’t occur to him. What should he do now? He, who didn’t even know his own name. He tried to look around, but it was so dark that even the sharpest eyes couldn’t see anything in that room. Slowly he stood up from the cold floor on which he had sat until now and began to grope his way along the wall. Only now he recognized that this room wasn’t just pitch black, but also that there was no sound echoing in there. There was dead silence and even his own steps didn’t make any sound. What was this place? Panic spread within him while he took one step after the other groping along the wall. Something was wrong here! Definitely! No matter how far he went, there was just no end in sight. But he didn’t want to give up, further and further he groped along the wall. Because the only thing he knew for sure was that he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. But as he went on the air became colder and colder and also his steps got lazier with every step he took. He noticed how his strength slowly left his body and tiredness spread within him. After some more steps he couldn’t go on anymore and so he sat down on the cold floor again. ‘Will I have to stay here forever? Alone, with this terrible feeling of emptiness within me?’ this cruel thought flashed through his mind and he recognized how his hands began to shake out of despair. He wanted to leave this place, wanted to be at a place much warmer and brighter. A place where he could feel secure. What should he do? What? He buried his head in his still shaking hands.

But then, all of a sudden, he saw a bright ray of light out of the corner of his eyes. When he looked up, he recognized that a gate had opened out of nowhere at some distance from where that ray of light was now shining.

With this sight hope awakened within him once again. He would be able to leave this terrible place; he just had to reach that gate! With all his strength left Ohno lifted himself up again, found support on the wall and did one step after the other. He didn’t know what was awaiting him behind that gate, but it could only be much better than this desolated place. The light that was shining from the gate gave him a feeling of calming, hope and also infinite protection; it was a feeling that let him think that he didn’t want to leave this place behind the gate ever again.

This thought encouraged him and so he gave his all to move forward. With each step… coming closer to his goal.

A short while after he had fallen asleep Sho was woken by a strange sound. He still was in twilight sleep and so he couldn’t figure out what that sound was about at first. “Why is there a non-stop beep?... Ah this is a really awkward sound! My ears are hurting!” he was thinking just now.

But then a horrible thought raced through his mind and all of a sudden he had jumped up from his chair and starred with wide opened eyes over to the display of Ohnos heartbeat monitor. The up and down going curve from just a few moments ago had changed to a continuous horizontal line. Sho turned to stone. He couldn’t do anything else than stand stiffly and stare at the screen in disbelief.

“That’s not true! That cannot be! No, no, that’s not...“, were the only words that came across his lips.

But the reality was shown to him quite plainly again when a nurse suddenly pushed him away rudely and he saw how the doctor ripped open Ohno’s shirt hastily and charged the defibrillator that was standing in reach.

When the pads of the defibrillator touched Ohno’s chest for the first time and the body of the older one reared up under the power of the current surge, Sho felt as if his heart froze to ice and fell down a deep and dark abyss where it burst into millions of small shivers at last.

The doctor placed the pads on Ohno’s body for a second time and current surge raced through the lifeless body of Arashi’s leader again. But still, the horizontal line on the screen didn’t change.

Sho was at his end, with every current surge more and more energy left his body and more and more tears ran down his cheeks, his chest corded up so much that breathing got difficult for him. It was boiling inside of him: fear, anger, despair. He had to do something; something to save Ohno, but there was only one thing he could do at the moment. Screaming out his feelings in the hope that he would be heard. “Ohno! Damn it! You cannot just give up now! You are strong! You have gone through the most already, there are only some hours left till the morning! You have to hang on! You cannot just let us down here! You are our leader! We need you!“

But what helped Sho to find himself again a little bit, was something that displeased the nurse and the doctor. The man gave a brief look to the nurse and she understood that she should escort Arashi’s rapper out of the room. But for Sho it was a sure thing that he wouldn’t leave Leader in lurch. He used all of his available strength to struggle against the nurse and clung to the chair beside him so that he could stay in the room.

The struggle lasted some time, but suddenly Sho stopped moving and so did the nurse. His gaze fell on the doctor who put aside his equipment at that moment and reached for a pencil and file. The monitor was still showing a horizontal line.

Suddenly Sho’s mind went totally blank. A few seconds he just stared down at the calm figure of Ohno.

„No, no, no, no, no, no, no... that’s not true! That cannot be! No, Satoshi! You can’t be serious! Satoshi! You are not allowed to … I need you! You cannot just leave me alone! No... I need you Satoshi! SATOSHI!!“

Slowly he slugged to the ground, the nurse had not the strength to hold him. Tears were falling in showers. Both of his arms embraced his body strongly and he was bouncing back and forth with his upper body in the hope that this would calm him down a little bit and save him from becoming insane. But he felt like he also just lost his last breath of life.

The most important thing .. never let it go! Kapitel 7

Nov 18, 2008
14 comments

Jaa .. faster than thought ne .. but also ... shorter than before ^.~ Think this is the shortest chapter ever... ^.~

But you all know .. I have some problems with writing at the moment .. so I decided to split the chapter as I have finished the first half and so minna doesn't have to wait so long for an update. The next chapter is in work, I will try my best .. so give me some time ne .. onegai.

And.. I'm sorry..

English translation is also in work and coming soon ^________________^

KAPITEL 7

Es war dunkel. Dunkel und kalt war dieser Ort, an dem Ohno Satoshi sich vorfand. Es war seltsam, gerade eben hatte er noch das Gefühl gehabt, sein komplettes Leben wie ein Film vor Augen gesehen zu haben. All die Dinge die er getan und erlebt hatte, all die Menschen, die er getroffen und mit denen er sich angefreundet hatte und die, die ihm besonders am Herzen gelegen hatten. Doch kaum war dieser „Film seines Lebens“ zu Ende, waren Ohnos Erinnerungen wie weggeblasen. Er wusste nicht wo er war, was passiert war und selbst seine eigene Existenz war ihm nun ein großes Rätsel. Als hätte jemand einen Radiergummi genommen und alles in seinem Kopf, so wie die Schrift auf einem Papier, wegradiert.

Krampfhaft versuchte er sich zu erinnern; an irgendeine Kleinigkeit, die ihm vielleicht Aufschluss geben könnte, wer er war und was er hier tat. Doch es war vergebens, egal wie sehr er sich auch anstrengte, es half nichts. Was sollte er jetzt tun? Er, der noch nicht mal seinen eigenen Namen kannte.

Ohno versuchte sich umzublicken, doch es herrschte solch eine Dunkelheit, dass selbst die besten Augen nichts in dem Raum hätten erkennen können. Langsam stand er von dem kalten Boden auf, auf dem er bis gerade noch gesessen hatte und tastete sich vorsichtig voran. Erst jetzt bemerkte er, dass dieser Raum nicht nur stockdüster war, er gab auch keinen einzigen Ton wieder. Es herrschte absolute Stille und selbst seine eigenen Schritte machten keine Geräusche. Was war das hier für ein Ort? Panik machte sich langsam in ihm breit, als er sich Schritt für Schritt weiter an einer Wand entlang tastete. Etwas stimmte hier nicht! Ganz und gar nicht! Egal wie weit er auch lief, der Raum schien kein Ende zu nehmen. Doch er wollte nicht aufgeben, weiter und immer weiter tastete er sich voran. Denn das einzige, was er im Moment wusste war, dass er schnellstmöglich diesen Ort verlassen musste. Doch je weiter er voranschritt, desto kälter wurde ihm und desto träger seine Schritte. Er merkte wie ihn seine Kraft ganz allmählich verließ und sich Müdigkeit in ihm breitmachte. Nach ein einigen Schritten konnte er schließlich nicht mehr weiter und wieder ließ er sich auf dem kalten Boden nieder.

‚Werde ich hier für immer bleiben müssen? Alleine, mit diesem schrecklichen Gefühl der Leere in mir?’ Dieser grausame Gedanke huschte ihm durch den Sinn und er bemerkte wie seine Hände vor Verzweiflung zu zittern anfingen. Er wollte weg von hier, an einen warmen, hellen Ort. Einen Ort wo er sich geborgen fühlen konnte. Was sollte er nur tun? Was nur? Er vergrub sein Gesicht in seinen noch immer zitternden Händen.

Doch dann, ganz plötzlich, erblickte er aus den Augenwinkeln einen hellen Lichtstrahl. Als er aufschaute, erkannte er, dass sich wie aus dem Nichts in einiger Entfernung ein Tor geöffnet hatte, aus dem dieses Licht in den dunklen Raum strahlte. Bei diesem Anblick keimte Hoffnung in Ohno auf. Er würde diesen schrecklichen Ort hier verlassen können; er musste es nur bis zu diesem Tor schaffen. Mit all seiner verbliebenen Kraft stemmte er sich wieder vom Boden ab, fand halt an der Wand und tat einen Fuß vor den anderen. Er wusste nicht was ihn hinter diesem Tor erwarten würde, doch es konnte nur besser sein als dieser trostlose Ort. Das Licht das von dort her strahlte hatte so etwas beruhigendes, etwas, das ihm Hoffnung gab und das Gefühl von unendlicher Geborgenheit; etwas, dass ihn denken ließ, dass er von dort nie wieder weggehen wollte.

Diese Gedanken feuerten ihn an und so gab er alles um voran zu kommen - mit jedem Schritt ein wenig weiter Richtung seines Ziels.

Kurze Zeit nachdem er eingeschlafen war, wurde Sho durch ein seltsames Geräusch wieder wach. Er befand sich noch halb im Dämmerschlaf und konnte so zuerst nicht registrieren um was für ein Geräusch es sich handelte. „Wieso ist hier ein durchgängiges Biepen? ... Ah was für ein unangenehmes Geräusch! Da tun einem ja die Ohren weh!“ dachte er noch zu sich.

Doch plötzlich kam ihm ein schrecklicher Gedanke und mit einem Mal war er von seinem Stuhl aufgesprungen und mit weit aufgerissenen Augen blickte er hinüber auf die Anzeige von Ohnos Herzschlag-Monitor. Aus der bis vor kurzem noch auf- und abgehenden Linie war nun ein durchgängig waagerechter Strich geworden. Sho erstarrte zu Stein. Er konnte nichts anderes tun als stocksteif da zu stehen und ungläubig auf den Monitor zu starren.

„Das ist nicht wahr! Das kann nicht wahr sein! Nein, nein, das ist nicht…“ waren die einzigen Worte die über seine Lippen kamen. Doch als er plötzlich von einer heraneilenden Krankenschwester unsanft zur Seite gestoßen wurde und sah, wie der Arzt hastig Ohnos Hemd aufriss und den bereitstehenden Defibrillator auflud, wurde ihm die Realität nur zu deutlich wieder vor Augen geführt. Als die Pads des Defibrillators zum ersten Mal Ohnos Brust berührten und sich der Körper des Älteren durch die Kraft der Stromstöße unnatürlich aufbäumte, war es, als wäre Shos Herz zu Eis erstarrt und in einen tiefen dunklen Abgrund gefallen, wo es schließlich in Millionen kleine Splitter zersprang.

Der Arzt legte ein zweites Mal die Pads an und jagte den nächsten Stromstoß durch den leblosen Körper von Arashis Leader. Doch noch immer änderte sich nichts an dem waagrechten Strich des Monitors. Sho war am Ende, mit jedem weiteren Stromstoß, wurde ihm mehr und mehr Energie aus seinem Körper entzogen, mehr und mehr stiegen ihm die Tränen in die Augen und seine Brust schnürte sich so sehr zu, dass ihm das Atmen schwer fiel. In ihm brodelte es: Angst, Wut, Verzweiflung. Er musste etwas tun; etwas um Ohno zu retten, doch es gab nur eine Sache die er in diesem Moment tun konnte. Seine Gefühle hinausschreien in der Hoffnung, dass er erhöht wurde „Ohno! Verdammt noch mal! Du kannst doch jetzt nicht einfach schlapp machen! Du bist stark! Du hast das Meiste überstanden, es sind doch nur noch wenige Stunden bis zum Morgen! Du musst durchhalten! Du kannst uns jetzt hier nicht einfach im Stich lassen! Du bist unser Leader! Wir brauchen dich!“

Doch was Sho half, sich etwas wieder zu finden, war etwas das dem Arzt und der Schwester in dieser Situation missfiel. Ein kurzer Blick zur Schwester und der Arzt gab ihr zu verstehen, den hysterischen Mann aus dem Zimmer zu führen. Sie nickte nur kurz und wand sich daraufhin zu Sho, um diesen aus dem Zimmer zu geleiten. Doch Arashi Rapper dachte gar nicht daran, seinen Leader im Stich zu lassen. Er nutzte all seine noch vorhandene Kraft um sich gegen das Abführen zu wehren und so im Zimmer zu bleiben. Es wand sich in dem Griff der Schwester, krallte sich in den neben ihm stehenden Stuhl.

Sein Gerangel dauerte einige Zeit an, doch plötzlich hielt er inne, ebenso wie die Schwester. Sein Blick haftete auf dem Arzt, der in diesem Moment seine Gerätschaften zur Seite legte und neben sich nach einer Akte und einem Stift griff. Der Monitor zeigte noch immer den waagrechten Strich an.

Shos Bewusstsein war plötzlich wie leer gefegt. Einige Sekunden starrte er hinunter auf den still daliegenden Ohno.

„Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein…. Das ist nicht wahr, das geht nicht! Nein, Satoshi! Das ist nicht dein Ernst! Satoshi! Du darfst nicht… Ich brauche dich doch! Du kannst mich nicht allein lassen! Nein .. ich brauche dich, Satoshi! SATOSHI!!!“

Langsam sackte Sho auf den Boden; die Schwester hatte keine Kraft ihn fest zu halten. Die Tränen flossen in Strömen. Seine beiden Arme umschlossen seinen Körper feste und langsam wippte er mit seinem Oberkörper vor und zurück, in der Hoffnung dies würde ihn etwas beruhigen und ihm vorm Wahnsinnig werden abhalten können. Doch auch er fühlte sich, als hätte er gerade eben den letzten Lebenshauch verloren.

Maou FF: For Eternity (One-shot)

Nov 5, 2008
13 comments

Well my dear beta-reader didn't complain about any mistakes, so ... I'll post the fanfic finally.
I hope minna like it ... and sorry about the banner ... for to save the photoshop file so couldn't change the title anymore >____< So only have the German banner ... gomene m(_ _)m

For Eternity (One-shot)

Pairing: Naruse x Shiori <3

Rating: G should do

genre: hmmm .. fluff

Disclaimer: Like Arashi nothing belongs to me except for the idea of the story .. demo ne~, would love to own my own Naruse-sensei ne~!! Always looking good in that suit.

Note: Well .. I kinda got that idea after remembering the ending of the book "The time travelers wife". I loved that ending and well .. kinda changed it a bit so that it goes well with the Maou flow ^.~ Hahaha and my dear beta told me .. also has a kind of TITANIC feeling XDD AND BEST IS to listen to MAOU OST while reading .. e.g. Grace, Requiem, Schlaflied ^_________^ To get the MAOU FEELING! XDD

Many, many years had passed since the tragic events that had kept Tokyos residents in suspense. By now barely one could remember the name “Amano Makoto” and all the awful happenings that this name had summoned. Most people had forgotten all this already, but there was one person that had never stopped to keep those memories in her heart.

Sakita Shiori lived her life with full strength every day and enjoyed each and every minute, however she had never forgotten the case “Amano Makoto” and all the people that were involved. Especially that one person she just couldn’t banish from her heart.

Shioris gaze fell on a picture that she was holding in her slender hand which was now taken along and wrinkled throughout the years. You could see three persons on it: Shiori was sitting at a round table of the small café, beside her was Sora-chan standing with a big smile on her face showing a victory sign into the camera and beside her, also sitting, was a young man wearing a black suit with a slight smile on his lips. One that had only been seen on extremely rare occasions.

Shioris heart ached at the thought that she had not been able to protect this smile. She had tried everything in her past; however fate had not been on her side. That tragic night she had lost him; the man that she had given her heart to and for whom she wanted to become an angel: Naruse Ryo.

When she heard that steps were coming closer to her, she turned her gaze away from the picture and looked up to the person that was now standing beside her. It was a woman with long dark hair and a friendly smile on her lips. “Sora-chan, you are still here?” Those were the surprising words that Shiori said to her. Sora-chan had grown up to a gallant woman. Although she didn’t know the real story behind Naruse Ryo, she also couldn’t really forget that man ever.

When Shioris friend had decided to stop keeping the café, it was Sora-chan that had taken over that business. She had known how much that place meant to Shiori and she herself had made so many nice memories there. Since then she carried on with that business and she never had stopped calling Shiori “Shiori-neesan”. Also Shiori still called her “Sora-chan”.

Sora took one of the chairs from the table and sat besides the rocking chair in which her older friend was seated. “Hai, I cashed up so that I don’t have to do that tomorrow morning”, she replied Shiori with a bright smile. “Are you looking at that picture of us again? It’s really a wonderful photo. It was a good thing that my mom took it on that day, wasn’t it?” Shiori nodded slightly, but Sora could see, how sadness reflected in her eyes.

“You are still missing him Shiori-neesan, right?” a slight smile rushed over Shioris face, and then she brushed one gray strand of her hair out of her face with her hand. “Nee, Sora-chan. I had a fulfilling live, hadn’t I?” Sora looked surprisingly at her. „Eh? What’s that for a question?“ Again there was a slight smile on the face of the older woman. “I’m just saying. After all, I’m not the youngest anymore, my time’s running out. I just want to be able to say that I had lived my life at the best. That I had never given up, even after losing something so precious”, gently she stroke over her the photo with her aged hand. “You did that Shiori-neesan! You gave your best!” smilingly Sora replied her. „Thank you Sora-chan! Thank you for everything!” Both women looked at each others eyes and a soft laughter leaked Soras lips.

“If you are saying it like this then it sounds almost like a goodbye! But don’t forget, I’m coming back tomorrow morning. After all someone has to attend to the shop.“ She stood up and while passing she stroke gently over the older ones arm. “We see each other tomorrow!” Shiori nodded slightly, heard how the steps of the younger one moved away, how the door opened and the small bell rang when it closed again. Now she was all alone in the small building. Carefully she stood up from her rocking chair, put the photo on the table in front of her and walked some heavy steps towards the opposite commode. In the first drawer there was a medium-sized box, which Shiori hadn’t held in her hand, not to mention opened for many years already.

But today she wanted to take a look at it again. Therefore she lifted the box up and went back to her rocking chair. With slightly shaking hands she removed the lid and put it aside. Her gaze turned towards the content: a kid’s book, a flyer for a firework, a casket, a letter, a harmonica and tarot cards. She eyed everything accurately. How many years had past since she had seen all those things the last time? She couldn’t remember anymore, but even now, after all those years, each and every item still meant so much to her. She noticed how her heart began to beat faster instinctively and how her memories flushed through her mind. How she had met Sora for the first time, how they had sat together in the café a little later and Naruse had read from the book, how she had gotten the flyer from her friend abd stood in front of him with wild beating heart asking him if they could go there together.

How she had waited for him and almost lost the hope that he would come. But then, he had come after all. Much too late, but that hadn’t mattered cause what mattered was that he had come for her and they had spent the most beautiful evening together doing fireworks.

But she also remembered the pain that followed afterwards, when he had told her that this was the last time they had met and how the truth had come to light thereupon. The painful truth about the real identity of this man. But despite everything Shiori had known that he hadn’t been as cruel as everyone had thought; he had also had a really friendly, gentle, kind-hearted side and when she had held the letter in her hands and read it, she had known that she had to save this man no matter what! On his and her behalf!

Even today her heart ached when thinking about how everything had ended. What she had seen on that nigh and what had broken her heart. She had not been able to save him; he was gone and had taken her heart with him. Even though she had continued to live a happy life, she hadn’t been able to give her heart to someone else, as she had already given her heart to him.

Slowly she reached for the pretty wooden casket and opened it. A song that she knew very well started to play: “Over the rainbow” – her favorite song. Quietly she hummed the song a little bit, but then she put the casket on the table in front of her, however she let the lid open so that the beautiful melody kept playing.

The next item that she took in her hands was her old tarot cards. It has been a while since the last time she had laid them. Slowly she began to shuffle them. After some rounds she finally drew a covert card from the middle and laid the rest aside. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before she flipped the card slowly over in her hand. When she opened her eyes again, she stared surprised at the motive.

She had expected everything, but not this one. Of course she knew the meaning of this card but she was unable to make head or tail of what could really be behind it. Although it confused her, there was a slight, almost happy sparkling in her eyes.

But that was disappearing all of a sudden, when she heard steps behind her; steps that approached her. “Sora-chan? Did you forget anything? I haven’t heard how you…“. While she was speaking, she turned around to the direction of the visitor, but what she saw, left her speechless. “Hisashiburi* Shiori-san!” Her gaze fell on the face of a smiling man with beautiful eyes, full lips and black shining hair. He was wearing a noble looking suit and although Shioris eyesight wasn’t the best anymore, she immediately knew who was standing only a few steps away from her in the small café. For a short while her heart almost stopped beating and the sight took her breath away.

“Na- Naruse-san?” disbelieving came the name over her lips. She had to wink a few times until she registered that this wasn’t a dream. Her pulse began to beat faster and her grip around the tarot card, which she still hold in her hands, became firmer.

All these years she had to live her live without her beloved, all these years had made her grown old, all these years there hadn’t been t a day she could forget that special person, all these years she had wished profoundly to see him again. And now, on this rainy day, suddenly he stood in front of her. He hadn’t changed a bit; he still looked like the Naruse that Shiori remembered. Like how he looked on the faded photo. But the sadness, the despair, the anger and the hate that had been hidden within him in the past was gone.

“What … why .. are you here?” echoed her voice tremblingly in the room. “I came because of you.” His voice was music in her ears. Could he only speak to her eternally. „I wanted to see you again!“

Shiori couldn’t withhold a soft laughter. “This could have been my sentence. How I had wished to see you again for all these years. All these years I had hoped that there was a way to be by your side again…. But as much as I had hoped and prayed, you didn’t come back. You hadn’t come to get me.“ The young man noticed the sad smile that was now appearing on her lips.

“I hadn’t wanted that you throw away your life. You should enjoy your life, savour it completely and I know you did that. Not like me. There were hard times, but there were also really nice times, right?” Shiori had to smile. Yes, he was right. Despite everything she had lived a beautiful life.

“But now…” he paused for a brief moment and stared at the floor as if he first had to collect himself. When he looked up again, Shiori could see uncertainty in his eyes. She remembered their time together in the past. There had also been many moments in which he had looked at her like this. Mostly he had ran away then, but today she noticed that something had changed in the look of the man.

The uncertainty changed to determination. “Shiori-san, I know it’s been a long time, but… do you still want to be my angel?” Her eyes widened out of surprise and it seemed like time had stopped. This was exactly what she had wished for all these years and what still hadn’t changed even now. There was a feeling of freedom spreading within her after hearing those words; a big burden vanished from her soul, because finally, finally after all this time it seemed like her biggest wish was coming true.

Shiori wasn’t replying. Instead she stood up and rushed over to Naruse to finally put her arms around his neck and embrace him dearly. Tears were running down her cheeks, but those were tears out of happiness.

With one hand the lawyer stroke gently over her head, while he wrapped the other one around her body tightly to give her a squeeze. He never wanted to leave her alone anymore. “Finally! I have missed you so much! I will be your angel. For ever and ever!“. Just now when hearing her light sounding voice, she noticed that she had changed back to her young self. The wrinkles and the crumpled skin was gone; she was now looking like her old self from the past when she had met Naruse for the first time.

Slowly they parted from their embrace and looked at each other’s eyes deeply. The lawyer raised his hand carefully and stroked away the last tear of Shiori’s cheek with his thumb. He let his hand rest on the soft skin and noticed how it turned slightly pink and how Shiori looked at him shyly and unsure suddenly. Normally this was also a moment for him to feel unsure, but no, this time he finally wanted to take the step which he already wanted to take years ago, but couldn’t as he strayed from the right path.

Gently he held her head while his face slowly bent down to her. When her faces were only a few centimetres apart from each other, Shiori closed her eyes. Smoothly she felt his tender lips on hers. Heat flushed through her body and her heart began to beat faster. She felt like during that one night when they both had lid the fireworks. Free from everything, only her fast beating heart and the warmth of the man, whom she had given her heart for all time.

Tightly his arms embraced her body and squeezed her. And she also put her arms around him, dug her head deep in his shoulder and inhaled his scent. Never again they wanted to let go of the other.

It was early in the morning, when Sora-chan came back to the small cafe. She was surprised to find Shiori still sitting in the racking chair while the melody of the casket was still playing.

Slowly she went over to her friend. “Shiori-neesan! Have you slept here all night long? You should have better gone to your bed!” But when she put her hand on the shoulder of the supposed sleeping woman, her eyes widened out of shock. “Shiori… neesan?” There was no reply. Suddenly her gaze went to something that Shiori was holding in her hand. With shaking hands she lifted it up and looked at it. It was a tarot card.

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“The Lovers” could be seen on the front and when she flipped the card over she noticed that someone had handwritten something on the back:

“Together for all eternity”

Tears were running down her cheeks, but there was also a slight smile appearing on her face.

Shiori had found her peace … at the side of her lover.

* Hisashiburi = it has been a while

The most important ... never let it go! CHAPTER 6

Oct 31, 2008
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FINALLY!! ENGLISH VERSION FINISHED!

Thank you so much for waiting m(_ _)m I hope you can still remember what happened in the 5 chapters before. So sorry it took so long. Giving my best to finish the next chapter sooner ne~!

So ok ... here it is. ENJOY.

And as always comments are LOVE. <333

CHAPTER 6

Sho hurried along the wide corridor. Actually, he didn’t really know where he had to go, but his feet didn’t want to stop. Just when he turned around a corner and saw Jun, standing some meters away and bowing in front of a man with a white coat, his steps got slower.

After the other man had vanished, the youngest Arashi member turned around and was surprised to find Sho standing in front of him. Fiercely he knit his brows. “Normally I would have lectured you, how you could jump out of your bed without an approval from one of the doctors here.” He approached the older one a bit more and let a small, sympathetic smile appear on his face. “But I cannot blame you. After all it’s about Riida, ne.“ Gently he placed his hand on Sho’s shoulder. „Jun, that guy right now, he was a doctor, right? One that treated Ohno? Where is Riida? How is he? Can I go and see him?“ there was a slight pleading sound in the rappers voice and with a hopeful expression he looked directly in the eyes of the opposite.

“Listen Sho, I settled with the docs that you are allowed to go and see him, cause his family still isn’t here. But about his condition…” his gaze went to the ground between them for a short while and he thought hard how he could tell the other what the doctor had just told him. “What’s up with him, Jun?” Sho grabbed the younger one’s shoulder with both of his hands. Concern and fear could be heard in his trembling voice. “Well, you could say he was more or less lucky. He has some fractures but those will heal without further ado, that’s what the doc told me. His spine escaped unscathed! But…“ Jun’s pause let Sho almost go crazy. His grip around the other one’s shoulder got tighter and he noticed how his throat corded up because of all the fear about the oldest Arashi member and the pause that still continued and that spelt trouble. “I don’t really get all those medical words, but what I understood is that Ohno had a wound at his abdomen which seemed quite deep and that caused a much loss of blood. “Sho, listen … only when Ohno gets through this night the docs can tell us that he’s out of woods! Not until tomorrow morning…” Jun noticed how the older one tensed up, how his gaze went blank and how his hands lost their grip and slipped down along his body. Sho’s heart ached.

He had hoped so much for another message; one that would erase all his worry and fear. But it failed to appear. He would have to fear and hope for several more hours.

He noticed Jun’s warm hand on his shoulder, which squeezed it encouragingly. Slowly he let his gaze wander to the younger one and was surprised about the hopeful look with which the other one looked at him. “Don’t worry. I’m sure, everything will be alright! We know Riida! He is a person that never gives up! He is strong! He will fight and he will win for sure!“

Sho realized how hope slowly came back to him and how his body relaxed bit by bit again. A quick smile appeared on his face. “Thank you Jun!“ But the opposite only shook his head slightly. “I didn’t do anything. But you should do something now! Riida is waiting for you! So hurry up! And take good care of him, but also of yourself! Promise me, that despite everything, you will rest a bit! And a nurse should remove the catheter of the drip on your hand”, with a wink he pointed to Sho’s right hand.

The latter had cut the connection to the drip in his hurry, but the catheter was still stuck in his hand. “Well, what are you waiting for? 3rd floor! Go!” the youngest Arashi member gave Sho a slight push, so that he finally began to move. He saw how the older took a deep breath once again and after that began to walk resolutely towards the elevator. Jun also took a deep breath as soon as Sho had vanished.

Up till now he had packed himself with all possible tasks. He had been in constant contact with Ohno’s and his own manager, told them about the situation, tried to work on an emergency plan for the further procedure with them and also to comfort them.

In between he had bought something to drink and eat for Aiba, Nino and himself and finally he had headed off to one of the doctors to ask him about Ohno’s condition and to ask him that at least Shochan would be allowed to go and see the oldest Arashi member. During this time Jun hadn’t had any free minute to ponder over the whole situation. But now all tasks were settled. There was nothing left that he could do and so he noticed that awful depressive feeling came back to him. Even though he had not dissemble anything, but he also was scared; a feeling that tore him apart mentally. Once again he glanced over to the now closed elevator in which Sho had vanished. “Sho-kun, you will take care of him! So that we five can laugh together again”, the most important task was now with Arashi’s rapper and for Jun and the others there was nothing left to do anymore except to go home and find some rest, to wait and to hope.

When the door from the elevator opened at the third floor slowly and Sho saw a sign with the writing „intensive care“ immediately after that, he felt how an oppressive feeling spread within him. With every step he took, his heart began to beat faster, his pulse went up and he got more and more nervous. Actually he wanted to be happy about the fact that he would be able to be at Ohno’s side again in a few minutes, but the constant fear that stuck deep in his soul was working hard to suppress that happy feeling.

His steps slowed down, but finally he arrived at the nurse room where he asked the sisters about Ohno and also to remove the catheter. For a short while he calmed down a bit again. The kindness of the sister, her soft voice, let him settle down.

“You are ok now, the catheter is gone. Then we will take you to your friend finally. He surely awaits you already”, with those words she placed her hand on his shoulder and guided him slowly out of the nurse room.

Again there was this oppressive feeling in him. That feeling that appeared because he didn’t really know what to expect. He was scared, scared of what was awaiting him behind that closed door that was now in front of them. The nurse gave him a friendly smile. “Here we are. I will leave now. If something should happen, you can call me anytime.“ Sho nodded thankfully. When the nurse had vanished out of his sight, he was still standing in front of the closed door hesitantly. He wanted to open it, wanted to finally be on Ohno’s side again, but was he really already prepared for that what was awaiting him? His heart began to beat wildly now, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and grabbed the cold iron doorknob with his hand. “Now or never!” and with one pull the heavy white door opened and he took a big step inside the room.

His gaze fell immediately on the bed that was situated at the end of the room. There, Ohno was lying, silently and motionless, surrounded by too many machines. A steady beep and a line on a monitor that was going up and down revealed that the heart of the older one was beating as it should be. But in consideration of the many tubes that were connected with the pale Riida and the many bandages and the respiratory mask that was situated on his mouth and nose, this noise couldn’t calm him down at all. His heart ached, so much, that he thought it was pierced by thousands of small needles. Something strangled his chest, breathing became difficult and he noticed that his eyes got teary. That sight was too much for him. It was much worse than the sight right after the accident. To see Ohno helpless connected to machines; something that Arashi’s rapper had never wanted to see.

Sho blamed himself for what had happened. Only because of him, Ohno was now in that situation. But Sho knew, he wasn’t allowed to think like that! The other members had already reprimanded him because of that and he had to be there for Ohno now. Slowly he took one step after the other until he stopped in front of the bed. With teary eyes and aching heart he looked down to his leader. One single tear ran down his cheek, when he noticed that Ohno’s right hand was also bandaged. The hand that had to be the most important for the unconscious Riida, because with this he was able to make all his amazing arts and to hold the fishing rod with a strong grip. Sho remembered Jun’s words ‚ He has some fractures but those will heal without further ado…” but this just didn’t alter the fact! Carefully, he took Ohno’s left hand in his and sat slowly on the chair that was situated beside the bed. Gently he stroke over the pale, but so soft skin. If he could only undo this day, if only he could be in Ohno’s shoes, if he could only do something for his leader!

Sho felt so helpless and lost and just couldn’t hold the tears back. One after the other they ran down his cheeks. “Ohno please forgive me! I’m so sorry. My deepest desire is that you come back to us! Therefore, please hold on! Please!“ his grip around the others hand got stronger. ‘Please god, let him survive this night! Please let him get better again! I still have so much to tell him! And I want to have him back all healthy again, want to see him dancing and singing and laughing again!’ Normally Sho wasn’t a person that would send prayers towards the heaven, but he knows that in this situation there was only one that could help him.

A long time Sho just sat there in silence; still holding Ohno’s hand, his gaze on the peaceful face of the older one and listening to the steady beep of his heartbeat. But slowly tiredness overcame him. He forced himself to stay awake, to not let his eyes turn away from Ohno, but after some time he just couldn’t fight against it anymore.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore and so he slowly fell asleep on the chair besides Ohno’s bed.

The most important .. never let it go! Kapitel 6 German

Oct 30, 2008
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Yooooooooooooooooshaaaaaaaaa ... I'm back!!! First only German again .. BUT the English version is as good as finished ^.~ Only beta-reading and then you can also enjoy it in English ^_______________^ So look out for the chapter the next few days ^.~ And I promise ... will give my best to work on the 7th chapter so that this time you won't have so long to wait. Hope minna remembers what the story was about XDDD

KAPITEL 6

Sho eilte über den weiten Flur. Eigentlich wusste er nicht so recht, wo er genau hin musste, doch seine Füße wollten einfach nicht mehr stehen bleiben. Erst als er um eine Ecke bog und etwas weiter entfernt Jun stehen sah, der sich gerade vor einem Mann im Kittel verbeugte, verlangsamten sich seine Schritte.

Nachdem der andere Mann verschwunden war, wand sich das jüngste Arashi Member um und war überrascht, als er Sho auf sich zukommen sah. Grimmig zog er seine Augenbrauen zusammen.

„Eigentlich müsste ich dir jetzt eine Standpauke halten, wie du es wagen kannst dich ohne ärztliche Zustimmung aus dem Krankenbett zu entfernen.“ Er trat einige Schritte näher zu dem Älteren und ließ ein leichtes, verständnisvolles Lächeln auf dem Gesicht erscheinen. „Doch ich kann es dir nicht verübeln. Schließlich geht es hier um unseren Riida.“ Sanft platzierte er seine Hand auf Shos Schulter.

„Jun, das eben war ein Arzt richtig? Einer der Ohno behandelt hat? Wo ist er? Wie geht es ihm? Kann ich zu ihm?“ Ein leicht flehender Unterton lag in der Stimme des Rappers und mit erwartungsvollem Blick sah er seinem Gegenüber nun direkt in die Augen.

„Hör zu Sho, ich habe mit den Ärzten abgeklärt dass du zu ihm darfst, da seine Familie nicht da ist. Aber was sein Zustand angeht…“ Er ließ für einen kurzen Moment seinen Blick auf den Boden gleiten und überlegte wie er seinem Gegenüber wiedergeben konnte, was er soeben von dem Arzt erfahren hatte.

„Was ist mit ihm Jun?“ Sho packte ihn mit beiden Händen an den Schultern. Besorgnis und Angst lagen in seiner Stimme.

„Also eigentlich hatte er ziemliches Glück, er hat ein paar Brüche aber die würden ohne weiteres wieder heilen meinte der Arzt. Seine Wirbelsäule ist ohne einen Kratzer davon gekommen! Doch…“

Juns Stocken ließ Sho fast wahnsinnig werden, sodass sich sein Griff um dessen Schultern mehr und mehr festigte. Er spürte, wie sich ihm vor lauter Angst um den Älteren sein Hals zuschnürte. Dazu kam die noch immer andauernde Pause, die nichts Gutes verheißen mochte.

„Ärztesprache ist nicht wirklich mein Ding, doch wie ich verstanden habe, hatte er eine Wunde an seinem Abdomen, die wohl sehr tief gewesen sein musste und durch die er sehr viel Blut verloren hatte.“ Wieder folgte eine kurze Pause. „Sho, hör zu… erst wenn Ohno diese Nacht hier übersteht, können die Ärzte sagen dass er über dem Berg ist! Erst morgen Früh…“ Jun merkte wie sich der Ältere neben ihm verkrampfte, wie sein Blick trüber wurde, seine Hände ihren Halt verloren und langsam nach unten an seinen Körper glitten.

Shos Herz schmerzte. Er hatte so sehr auf eine andere Nachricht gehofft. Eine, die all seine Sorgen und Ängste verbannen würde. Doch diese blieb aus. Er würde weitere Stunden damit verbringen müssen zu bangen und zu hoffen.

Er spürte Juns warme Hand auf seiner Schulter, die diese ermutigend drückte. Langsam wand er seinen Blick zu dem Jüngeren und war überrascht darüber wie dieser ihn hoffnungsvoll ansah.

„Keine Sorge. Ich bin mir sicher, dass alles gut gehen wird! Wir kennen Riida! Er ist jemand, der niemals einfach so aufgibt! Er ist stark! Er wird kämpfen und es schaffen!“ Sho merkte wie die Hoffnung langsam wieder zu ihm zurückkehrte und sein Körper sich allmählich wieder entspannte. Flüchtig huschte ein Lächeln über sein Gesicht „Danke Jun!“ Doch sein Gegenüber schüttelte nur leicht den Kopf: „Ich habe doch gar nichts getan. Aber du solltest nun langsam etwas tun. Riida wartet doch schon auf dich! Mach, dass du zu ihm kommst! Und pass gut auf ihn auf; Aber auch auf dich! Versprich mir, dass du dir trotz allem auch ein wenig Ruhe gönnen wirst! Und lass dir von einer Schwester vielleicht noch den Katheter vom Tropf entfernen“. Mit einem Zwinkern zeigte er auf Shos rechte Hand. Der Ältere hatte in seiner Hast zwar die Verbindung zum Tropf gekappt gehabt, doch noch immer steckte der Katheter in seiner Hand.

„Also dann, worauf wartest du noch? Dritter Stock! Geh!“ Leicht stupste das jüngste Arashi Mitglied Sho an, damit dieser sich endlich in Bewegung setzte. Er sah, wie der Ältere noch einmal tief durchatmete und sich danach schließlich mit entschlossenen Schritten in Richtung Aufzug begab. Kaum war er in diesem verschwunden, atmete auch Jun nun einmal tief durch. Bis gerade eben hatte er sich mit allen möglichen Aufgaben überhäuft. Er hatte in ständigem Kontakt mit Ohnos und auch seinem eigenen Manager gestanden, ihnen von der Situation berichtet, versucht schon einmal einen Notfallplan einzuleiten, die weitere Vorgehensweise zu besprechen, sie zu besänftigen. Dazwischen hatte er für sich, Aiba und Nino etwas zu Trinken und eine Kleinigkeit zu Essen besorgt und letztendlich einen der Ärzte abgefangen um diesen über Ohnos Zustand auszufragen und die Bitte zu äußern, dass zumindest Sho der Zugang zu dem ältesten Arashi Member gewährt würde. Während dieser Zeit hatte Jun keine wirklich freie Minute gehabt um groß über etwas nachdenken zu können. Doch nun waren all seine Aufgaben erledigt - es gab nichts mehr, was er noch tun konnte und er merkte, wie dieses schrecklich bedrückende Gefühl wieder in ihm hochkam. Auch wenn er es sich in den letzten Stunden nicht hatte ansehen lassen, doch auch er hatte große Angst; ein Gefühl, dass ihn innerlich zerriss. Noch einmal sah er hinüber zu dem nun geschlossenen Fahrstuhl in welchem Sho verschwunden war.

„Sho-kun, du wirst gut auf ihn aufpassen! So dass wir fünf bald wieder gemeinsam lachen können!“ Die wichtigste Aufgabe lag nun in den Händen des Rappers und für Jun und die anderen gab es nun nichts weiter zu tun, als zu Hause etwas Ruhe zu finden, zu warten und zu hoffen.

Als sich die Fahrstuhltür im dritten Stockwerk langsam öffnete und Sho sogleich ein Schild mit der Aufschrift „Intensivstation“ erblickte, machte sich ein beklemmendes Gefühl in ihm breit. Mit jedem Schritt den er tat, fing sein Herz mehr zu rasen an, sein Puls stieg und er wurde immer nervöser. Eigentlich wollte er sich darüber freuen, dass er in wenigen Minuten wieder an Ohnos Seite sein konnte, doch die ständige Angst die sich tief in seine Seele gefressen hatte, tat alles daran dieses Gefühl zu unterdrücken.

Mit immer schwereren und immer langsamer werdenden Schritten erreichte er schließlich das Schwesternzimmer, wo er nervös und die Hände reibend nach Ohno fragte und sich ebenfalls von einer der Schwestern den Katheter des Tropfs entfernen lies. Für einen kurzen Moment beruhigte sich sein Inneres. Die Freundlichkeit der Schwester, ihre sanfte Stimme, ließen ihn etwas zur Ruhe kommen.

„Sie haben wir jetzt wieder versorgt, dann wollen wir sie doch endlich zu ihrem Freund bringen. Er wartet sicherlich schon auf sie.“ Mit diesen Worten platzierte sie sanft ihre Hand auf seiner Schulter und führte ihn langsam aus dem Schwesternzimmer. Wieder stieg dieses beklemmende Gefühl in ihm hoch. Dieses Gefühl, das daher rührte, dass er nicht wirklich wusste was genau auf ihn wartete. Er hatte Angst, große Angst vor dem was hinter der Tür, vor der sie nun zum Stehen kamen, auf ihn wartete.

Freundlich lächelte die Schwester ihn an. „Hier sind wir. Ich lasse sie nun alleine. Falls etwas sein sollte, können sie uns jederzeit rufen.“ Sho nickte ihr dankend zu.

Als die Schwester aus seinem Blickwinkel verschwunden war, stand er noch immer zögernd vor der verschlossenen Tür. Er wollte sie öffnen, wollte endlich wieder an Ohnos Seite weilen, doch war er wirklich schon bereit für das was ihn erwartete? Sein Herz pochte nun wie wild in seiner Brust, er atmete tief ein, schloss die Augen und packte schließlich mit seiner Hand den kalten eisernen Stahlknauf.

„Jetzt oder nie!“ Mit einem Rück öffnete er die schwere, weiße Tür und machte einen großen Schritt in den Raum.

Sein Blick fiel augenblicklich auf das Bett, welches am Ende des Raumes stand. Dort lag er – umringt von viel zu vielen Maschinen – regungslos und still. Nur ein stetiges Biepen und ein auf und ab gehender Strich auf einem Bildschirm einer dieser Maschinen verriet ihm, dass das Herz des Älteren so schlug wie es sollte. Doch in Anbetracht der vielen Schläuche, die mit dem viel zu blass aussehenden Riida verbunden waren und der vielen Verbände, der Atemmaske die auf dessen Mund und Nase platziert war, konnte ihn dieses Geräusch alles andere als beruhigen. Sein Herz schmerzte, so sehr, dass er dachte es würde von zig Millionen einzelner Nadeln durchstochen werden. Etwas schnürte seine Brust ab, das Atmen fiel ihm schwer und er merkte wie die Tränen in seine Augen schossen.

Dieser Anblick war einfach zu viel für ihn.

Es war sogar noch schlimmer, als das Bild des Verletzten direkt nach dem Unfall. Ohno hilflos an Maschinen angeschlossen; etwas das Arashis Rapper nie sehen wollte.

Er machte sich Vorwürfe. Nur wegen ihm war Ohno nun in dieser Situation.

Doch Sho wusste, so durfte er nicht denken! Die anderen Member hatten ihn diesbezüglich schon genug gerügt und er musste nun für Ohno da sein!

Langsam setzte er einen Fuß vor den nächsten bis er schließlich direkt vor dem Bett stehen blieb. Mit feuchten Augen und schwerem Herzen sah er hinunter zu seinem Leader. Eine einzelne Träne bahnte sich ihren Weg über seine Wange, als er bemerkte, dass auch Ohnos rechte Hand bandagiert war. Die Hand die wohl für den Bewusstlosen das Wichtigste war, denn mit ihr zauberte er seine Kunstwerke und hielt mit starkem Griff die Angel. Sho rief sich Juns Worte wieder in den Sinn: ‚Er hat ein paar Brüche aber die würden ohne weiteres wieder heilen …’

Doch das änderte einfach nichts an der Tatsache! Vorsichtig nahm er Ohnos linke Hand in die seine und setzte sich langsam auf den Stuhl, der neben dem Bett bereit stand. Sanft streichelte er über die blasse, doch so weiche Haut. Könnte er diesen Tag doch nur ungeschehen machen, könnte er nur an Ohnos Stelle liegen, könnte er doch etwas für seinen Leader tun! Sho fühlte sich so hilflos und verloren und nun konnte er seine Tränen nicht mehr unterdrücken. Eine nach der anderen verließ seine Augen und rollte über seine Wangen.

„Ohno vergib mir bitte! Es tut mir so leid. Ich möchte nichts sehnlicher, als dass du wieder zu uns zurückkommst! Darum, bitte halte durch! Bitte!“ Sein Griff um dessen Hand verstärkte sich. ‚Bitte lieber Gott, lass ihn diese Nacht überstehen! Bitte lass ihn wieder ganz gesund werden! Ich habe ihm doch noch soviel zu sagen! Und ich möchte ihn wieder gesund und munter bei uns haben, ihn tanzen und singen und lachen sehen!’ Normalerweise war Sho keiner, der Gebete Richtung Himmel schickte, doch er wusste in dieser Situation konnte ihm nur dieser jetzt helfen.

Lange saß er einfach nur stumm da; hielt weiterhin Ohnos Hand. Sein Blick war auf das friedliche Gesicht des anderen gerichtet und er lauschte dem stetigen Biepen dessen Herzschlages. Doch langsam merkte er wie ihn die Müdigkeit überkam. Er zwang sich wach zu bleiben, seine Augen nicht von Ohno abzuwenden, doch nach einiger Zeit konnte er nicht mehr.

Seine Augen wurden schwerer und schwerer und langsam schlief er auf dem Stuhl neben Ohnos Bett ein.

TBC

Maou Fanfic "Für die Ewigkeit"

Oct 29, 2008
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Yosh yosh ... finally back with posting a fanfic. I'm sorry guys .. it's unfortuantelly no new chapter of my ShoOhno FF, but daijoubu, that will come next.. promise won't take long already written and translated.. only needs beta-reading.

BUT inbetween I have written a Maou fanfic. ^.^ Sorry minna, till now only GERMAN .. but will translate I promise!! So this time I tried something different. Hope you like it:

Für die Ewigkeit / For eternity

Pairing: Naruse x Shiori <3

Rating: G should do

genre: hmmm .. fluff

Disclaimer: Like Arashi nothing belongs to me except for the idea of the story .. demo ne~, would love to own my own Naruse-sensei ne~!! Always looking good in that suit.

Note: Well .. I kinda got that idea after remembering the ending of the book "The time travelers wife". I loved that ending and well .. kinda changed it a bit so that it goes well with the Maou flow ^.~ AND BEST IS to listen to MAOU OST while reading .. e.g. Grace, Requiem, Schlaflied ^_________^ To get the MAOU FEELING! XDD

Viele, viele Jahre waren vergangen seit den tragischen Ereignissen, die Tokyos Bewohner in Atem gehalten hatten. Mittlerweile konnte sich kaum einer mehr an den Namen „Amano Makoto“ und all die schlimmen Geschehnisse, welche dieser Name herauf beschworen hatte, erinnern. Die meisten hatten das alles bereits vergessen, doch es gab eine Person, die nicht aufgehört hatte, diese Erinnerungen fest in ihrem Herzen zu bewahren.

Sakita Shiori lebte jeden Tag ihres Lebens mit voller Kraft und genoss jede einzelne Minute davon, doch nie hatte sie den Fall „Amano Makoto“ und all die Personen die damit verbunden waren vergessen. Besonders diese eine Person hatte sie nie aus ihrem Herzen verbannen können.

Shioris Blick fiel auf ein durch die Jahre bereits mitgenommenes, zerknittertes Bild, das sie in ihrer schmalen Hand hielt. Darauf zu sehen waren drei Personen: Shiori saß an einem der runden Tische des kleinen Cafes, neben ihr stand Sora-chan, die mit einem breiten Grinsen auf dem Gesicht ein Victory-Zeichen in die Kamera machte und neben ihr, ebenfalls sitzend, war ein junger Mann in einem schwarzen Anzug zu erkennen. Ein leichtes Lächeln umspielte seine Lippen; ein Lächeln das man leider nur zu selten zu Gesicht bekommen hatte. Shioris Herz schmerzte bei dem Gedanken, dass sie nicht in der Lage gewesen war, dieses zu beschützen. Sie hatte in ihrer Vergangenheit alles versucht, doch das Schicksal war nicht auf ihrer Seite gewesen. In jener tragischen Nacht hatte sie ihn verloren; den Mann, dem sie ihr Herz geschenkt hatte und für den sie zu einem Engel werden wollte: Naruse Ryo.

Als sie hörte, wie sich ihr Schritte näherten, wandte sie ihren Blick von dem Bild ab und sah hinauf zu der Person, die nun neben ihr stand. Es war eine Frau mit langen dunklen Haaren und einem freundlichen Lächeln auf den Lippen. „Sora-chan, du bist noch hier?“ waren die überraschten Worte, welche Shiori ihr entgegnete. Sora-chan war zu einer stattlichen Frau herangewachsen. Sie kannte zwar die wahre Geschichte nicht, die sich hinter Naruse Ryo verborgen hatte, doch hatte auch sie diesen Mann nie wirklich vergessen können.

Als Shioris Freundin vor vielen Jahren die Entscheidung getroffen hatte das Cafe nicht weiterzuführen, war Sora-chan es gewesen, die das kleine Cafe übernommen hatte. Sie wusste, wie viel Shiori an diesem Ort lag und auch sie selbst hatte hier viele schöne Erinnerungen gemacht. Seitdem führte sie nun diesen Betrieb und nie hatte sie dabei aufgehört Shiori mit „Shiori-neesan“ anzusprechen. Genauso wie Shiori sie weiterhin „Sora-chan“ nannte.

Sora nahm sich einen Stuhl von einem der Tische und setzte sich neben den Schaukelstuhl in dem ihre ältere Freundin saß. „Ja ich habe noch schnell die Kasse gemacht, damit ich das nicht morgen früh machen muss.“, antwortete sie Shiori mit einem strahlenden Lächeln. „Schaust du dir wieder das Bild von uns an? Es ist wirklich ein sehr schönes Foto. Wie gut dass meine Mutter es an diesem Tag gemacht hat, nicht wahr?“ Shiori nickte leicht, doch Sora konnte sehen, wie Traurigkeit sich in ihren Augen widerspiegelte. „Du vermisst ihn noch immer Shiori-neesan, oder?“ Ein leichtes Lächeln huschte über Shioris Gesicht, dann strich sie sich mit ihrer Hand eine graue Strähne ihres Ponys aus dem Gesicht. „Nee, Sora-chan. Ich hatte ein erfülltes Leben nicht wahr?“ Sora sah sie überrascht an. „Eh? Was ist das für eine Frage?“ Wieder erschien ein leichtes Lächeln auf dem Gesicht der älteren Frau. „Ich meine ja nur. Ich bin schließlich nicht mehr die Jüngste, meine Zeit läuft langsam ab. Ich möchte nur sagen können, dass ich mein Leben bestmöglich gelebt habe. Dass ich nie aufgegeben habe, selbst nachdem ich etwas so kostbares verloren habe“, sanft strich sie mit ihrer nun alt gewordenen Hand über das Foto. „Das hast du Shiori-neesan! Du hast dein Bestes gegeben!“ kam lächelnd die Antwort über ihre Lippen. „Danke Sora-chan! Danke für alles!“ Beide Frauen sahen sich in die Augen und Sora entwich ein leises Lachen. „Wenn du das so sagst, dann klingt es ja fast wie ein Abschied! Aber nicht vergessen, morgen früh komme ich wieder, schließlich muss sich doch jemand um den Laden hier kümmern.“ Sie stand von ihrem Stuhl auf und strich sanft beim Vorbeigehen über den Arm der Älteren. „Wir sehen uns dann morgen!“ Shiori nickte nur kurz, hörte dann wie sich die Schritte der Jüngeren entfernten, die Tür sich öffnete und die kleine Glocke klingelte, als sich diese wieder schloss. Nun war sie also allein in dem kleinen Gebäude. Vorsichtig stand sie von ihrem Schaukelstuhl auf, legte das Foto auf den Tisch vor sich und ging ein paar schwere Schritte zur gegenüberliegenden Kommode. Dort in der ersten Schubblade befand sich eine mittelgroße Kiste, welche Shiori schon seit vielen Jahren nicht mehr in der Hand gehabt, geschweige denn geöffnet hatte. Doch heute wollte sie noch einmal einen Blick hinein werfen, sie hob sie deshalb auf und ging mit ihr zurück zu ihrem Schaukelstuhl. Mit leicht zittrigen Händen entfernte sie den Deckel und legte ihn zur Seite. Ihr Blick richtete sich nun auf den Inhalt der Box: ein Kinderbuch, ein Flyer für ein Feuerwerk, eine Schmuckschatulle, ein Brief, eine Mundharmonika, und Tarotkarten. Sie musterte alles genau. Seit wie vielen Jahren hatte sie diese Dinge schon nicht mehr gesehen gehabt? Sie konnte sich nicht mehr erinnern, doch selbst heute noch, nach all der Zeit, verband sie so unglaublich viel mit diesen Dingen. Sie merkte wie ihr Herz unwillkürlich anfing schneller zu schlagen und wie Erinnerungen ihren Geist durchfluteten. Wie sie Sora zum ersten Mal gefunden hatten, wie sie einige Zeit später zusammen in dem Cafe gesessen und Naruse-san aus dem Buch vorgelesen hatten, wie sie den Flyer von ihrer Freundin bekommen und mit wild schlagendem Herzen vor ihm gestanden und ihn gefragt hatte, ob er nicht mit ihr dorthin gehen möchte. Wie sie gewartet und gewartet hatte und die Hoffnung schon fast aufgegeben hatte, dass er kommen würde. Aber dann hatte er doch vor ihr gestanden. Viel zu spät, aber es hatte ihr nichts ausgemacht, denn das was zählte war, dass er gekommen war, für sie; und sie den schönsten Abend zusammen mit ihrem eigenen kleinen Feuerwerk verbracht hatten. Doch sie erinnerte sich auch an den Schmerz der darauf gefolgt war, als er ihr gesagt hatte, dass es das letzte Mal gewesen war, dass sie sich sahen und wie die Wahrheit daraufhin ans Licht gekommen war. Die schmerzliche Wahrheit wer dieser Mann wirklich gewesen war. Doch trotz allem wusste Shiori, dass er nicht so grausam gewesen war, wie sie alle gedacht hatten; auch er hatte eine freundliche, liebenswürdige, herzensgute Seite gehabt und als sie den Brief in ihren Händen gehalten und ihn gelesen hatte, da hatte sie gewusst, dass sie diesen Mann retten musste! Um seines und ihrer Willen!

Und auch noch heute schmerzte ihr Herz wenn sie daran dachte, wie alles geendet hatte. Was sie an jenem Abend gesehen und was ihr Herz zerbrochen hatte. Sie hatte ihn nicht retten können; er war fort und hatte ihr Herz mitgenommen. Auch wenn sie weiterhin ein fröhliches Leben geführt hatte, nie hatte sie jemand anderem ihr Herz schenken können, da sie es ihm bereits geschenkt hatte.

Langsam griff sie nach der hübschen hölzernen Schmuckschatulle und öffnete sie. Ein ihr zu bekanntes Lied drang an ihre Ohren: „Over the rainbow“ - ihr Lieblingslied. Sie summte leise ein wenig mit, dann stellte sie die Schatulle auf den Tisch ihr gegenüber; den Deckel lies sie geöffnet, so dass die schöne Melodie weiterhin spielte.

Das Nächste, was sie in die Hand nahm, waren ihre alten Tarotkarten. Schon sehr lange hatte sie keine mehr gelegt gehabt. Sie stellte die große Kiste ebenfalls auf den Tisch und fing an die Karten langsam zu mischen. Nach einigen Runden zog sie schließlich eine der verdeckten Karten aus der Mitte und legte die anderen zur Seite. Tief atmete sie durch und schloss ihre Augen, ehe sie die Karte langsam in ihrer Hand umdrehte. Als sie ihre Augen wieder öffnete, starrte sie erstaunt auf das Motiv. Sie hatte mit allen gerechnet, alle bis auf diese. Natürlich kannte sie deren Bedeutung, doch dieses Mal konnte sie sich keinen Reim daraus machen, was wohl wirklich dahinter steckte. Obwohl es sie etwas verwirrte, so erschien doch automatisch ein leichtes, schon fast strahlen in den Augen.

Doch das verschwand mit einem Mal als sie plötzlich Schritte hinter sich hörte; Schritte die auf sie zukamen. „Sora-chan? Hast du etwas vergessen? Ich habe gar nicht gehört wie du wieder….“. Während sie sprach, wand sie sich ein wenig in Richtung der sich nähernden Schritte, doch was sie sah, verschlug ihr die Sprache. „Hisashiburi* Shiori-san!“ Sie blickte in das lächelnde Gesicht eines Mannes mit fein geschnittenen Augen, vollen Lippen und schwarz glänzenden Haaren. Er trug einen edel aussehenden Anzug und obwohl Shioris Augen nicht mehr die besten waren, so erkannte sie sofort, wer wenige Schritte von ihr entfernt in dem kleinen Cafe stand. Für einen kurzen Moment hörte ihr Herz fast auf zu schlagen und ihr stockte der Atem. „Na- Naruse-san?“ Ungläubig kam der Name über ihre Lippen. Sie musste ein paar Mal blinzeln, ehe sie registrierte, dass es sich hier nicht um einen Traum handelte. Ihr Puls begann zu rasen und ihr Griff um die Tarotkarte, welche sie noch immer in der Hand hielt, wurde fester.

All die Jahre hatte sie ihr Leben ohne ihren Liebsten verbringen müssen, all die Jahre hatten sie zu einer alten Frau gemacht, all die Jahre hatte sie nicht einen Tag diesen besonderen Menschen vergessen können, all die Jahre wollte sie nichts sehnlicher als ihn wieder zusehen. Und nun, an diesem verregneten Tag stand er plötzlich wieder vor ihr. Er hatte sich kein bisschen verändert, sah noch genauso aus, wie Shiori ihn in Erinnerung hatte. So wie er auf dem bereits durch die Jahre verblichenen Foto zu sehen war. Doch von der Traurigkeit, der Verzweiflung, der Wut und dem Hass der Vergangenheit war nichts mehr zu entdecken. Diese Seite von ihm war verschwunden.

„Was … wieso .. bist du hier?“ hallte zittrig ihre Stimme in dem Raum wieder. „Ich bin deinetwegen hier.“ Seine Stimme war wie Musik in ihren Ohren. Könnte er doch ewig weiter zu ihr sprechen. „Ich wollte dich wieder sehen!“

Shiori konnte ein leises Lachen nicht verkneifen. „Das hätte eigentlich von mir kommen müssen. Wie sehr ich mir all die Zeit gewünscht hatte dich wieder zusehen. All die Jahre hatte ich gehofft, dass es einen Weg gibt, wieder an deiner Seite zu sein … doch wie sehr ich auch hoffte, wünschte und betete, du bist nicht wiedergekommen. Du hast mich nicht zu dir geholt.“ Ein trauriges Lächeln umspielte ihre Lippen, was jedoch nicht ungesehen von dem jungen Mann blieb.

„Ich wollte nicht, dass du dein Leben wegen mir wegwirfst. Du solltest dein Leben genießen, voll auskosten und ich weiß, dass hast du auch getan. Nicht so wie ich.. Es gab schwierige Zeiten, doch es gab auch schöne Zeiten, nicht wahr?“ Shiori musste lächeln. Ja, in diesem Punkt hatte er Recht. Trotz allem hatte sie doch ein schönes Leben geführt.

„Doch jetzt…“ er hielt kurz inne und sah auf den Boden, so als müsse er sich zuerst sammeln. Als er wieder zu ihr aufsah, konnte sie Unsicherheit in seinen Augen erkennen. Sie erinnerte sich an ihre frühere Zeit zusammen in der es auch viele Momente gegeben hatte in denen er sie so angesehen hatte. Früher hatte er daraufhin meist die Flucht ergriffen, doch heute erkannte sie, wie sich etwas in dem Blick des Mannes änderte. Aus Unsicherheit wurde Entschlossenheit. „Shiori-san, ich weiß es ist schon lange her, aber .. möchtest du noch immer mein Engel sein?“ Ihre Augen weiteten sich vor Überraschung und es war ihr, als wäre die Zeit in diesem Moment stehen geblieben. Genau das war es, was sie sich vor so vielen Jahren gewünscht und was sich auch heute nicht geändert hatte. Shiori erfüllte plötzlich ein Gefühl der Freiheit, nachdem sie diese Worte gehört hatte; eine große Last wurde ihr von der Seele genommen, denn endlich, nun endlich nach all der langen Zeit schien ihr sehnlichster Wunsch in Erfüllung zugehen.

Shiori gab keine Antwort von sich, stattdessen stand sie auf und eilte hinüber zu Naruse um schließlich ihre Arme um seinen Hals zu legen und ihn in eine innige Umarmung zu schließen. Tränen liefen ihr über die Wangen, doch es handelte sich um Tränen der Freude.

Zärtlich strich ihr der junge Anwalt mit einer Hand über den Kopf, während sich die andere eng um ihren Körper schlang und sie fest an sich drückte. Nie wieder würde er sie alleine lassen. „Endlich! Ich habe dich so schrecklich vermisst gehabt! Ich werde dein Engel sein. Für immer und ewig!“ Erst jetzt, anhand ihrer plötzlich wieder hell klingenden Stimme, merkte Shiori, dass sie sich in ihr damaliges Ich ‚verwandelt’ hatte. Fort waren die Falten und die schrumpelige Haut, sie war wieder so jung wie zu jener Zeit als sie Naruse zum letzten Mal gesehen hatte.

Langsam lösten sich die beiden aus ihrer Umarmung und blickten sich tief in die Augen. Vorsichtig erhob der Anwalt seine Hand und strich mit seinem Daumen die letzte Träne, die auf Shioris Wange zu sehen war, hinfort. Er ließ seine Hand auf der zarten Haut ruhen und bemerkte wie sich diese leicht rosa färbte und sie ihn auf einmal schüchtern und unsicher ansah. Auch für ihn wäre dies nun eigentlich ein Moment, wo er sich unsicher fühlte, doch nein, diesmal wollte er endlich den Schritt tun, den er schon vor Jahren gehen wollte, welchen er aber leider nicht getan hatte, da er vom rechten Weg abgekommen war.

Sanft hielt er ihren Kopf, während er sein Gesicht nun langsam zu ihr hinüber beugte. Als ihre beiden Gesichter nur noch wenige Zentimeter von einander entfernt waren, schloss Shiori ihre Augen. Sanft spürte sie nun seine zärtlichen Lippen auf den ihren. Wärme durchflutete sie und ihr Herz begann zu rasen. Sie fühlte sich wie an dem Abend als sie beide zusammen das Feuerwerk angezündet hatten. Frei von allem, nur ihr wahnsinnig schnell schlagendes Herz und die Wärme des Mannes, dem sie dieses für alle Zeit geschenkt hatte.

Fest umschlossen seine Arme ihren Körper und drückten sie fest an sich. Und auch sie legte beide Arme um ihn, grub ihr Gesicht tief in seine Schulter und atmete seinen Duft ein. Nie wollten sie sich jemals wieder loslassen.

Es war früh am Morgen, als Sora-chan in dem kleinen Cafe ankam. Sie war überrascht als sie sah, dass Shiori wohl die ganze Nacht in dem Schaukelstuhl geschlafen hatte und dabei die Schmuckschatulle unentwegt ihr Lied wiedergab. Langsam trat sie neben ihre Freundin. „Shiori-neesan! Hast du hier die ganze Nacht geschlafen? Du hättest dich lieber in dein Bett legen sollen!“ Aber als sie ihre Hand auf die Schulter der vermeintlich schlafenden legte, weiteten sich ihre Augen vor Schrecken. „Shiori … neesan?“ Sie erhielt keine Antwort. Plötzlich fiel ihr Blick auf etwas, das Shiori in ihrer Hand hielt. Mit zittrigen Händen nahm sie es und betrachtete es. Es war eine Tarotkarte.

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„The Lovers“ war auf der Vorderseite zusehen und als sie die Karte in ihrer Hand umdrehte, konnte sie erkennen, dass jemand etwas auf die Rückseite geschrieben hatte: „Für immer zusammen“.

Tränen bahnten sich nun ihren Weg über ihre Wangen, doch ebenfalls war ein leichtes Lächeln auf ihrem Gesicht zu erkennen.

Shiori hatte ihren Frieden gefunden… an der Seite ihres Geliebten.

* Hisashiburi = es ist schon lange her