TRUST ME By Aeris -> lucky.violet@mailcity.com Hiya, guys! Sorry if I didn't get it out last week, and the last one, and the other one, too. I got busy. And I do mean busy. I had to do finish a few things up, plus the assignments and quizzes. But still, Part Six is here, so read it now!!! ********************************************************************** SIX ********************************************************************** The place was white. All white. And it seemed that the choice of color was to cover the darkness surrounding the people in it. Also, it seemed to bury the memory even more in their minds and hearts that it was Serena Tsukino in here. White has always been her favorite color, along with pink. And white was everywhere in the building, and in all other buildings connected with it. Darien Chiba couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh, Serena," he moaned. He was resting against a windowpane, with his head buried in his hands. He was shaking uncontrollably, disturbed by the experience. It has been a very sad story, a tale of misunderstanding, separation, restarting, and now... Darien didn't know exactly what to make out of it. It's confusion, disaster, and misfortune... A cruel twist of fate, that's what it is. A cruel, meaningless, stupid, frustrating, heartbreaking twist of fate. Cruel fate... And the words echoed in his head, "And forever, you shall be..." And forever you shall be... Shall be... Shall be lost. "Argh!" Darien groaned. I can't take it anymore, he thought in grief. She will be lost. When I already got her back..." "Mr. Chiba?" a hand tapped his shoulder. Darien turned around. "Huh?" "You are Mr. Chiba, aren't you?" It was a doctor. All in white, with stethoscopes hanging from his neck, he was a doctor all right. He looked very queer, and young even, with long blond hair up in spikes. Bluntly, he looks like Son Gokou of Dragon Ball dressed in a doctor's suit. The doctor held out a hand. "I'm Dr. Cloud Watson, and I am taking care of your... fianc饠(?) Ms. Bunny Thompson?" "Serena..." Darien murmured. Dr. Watson retrieved his hand, which was not noticed by the handsome man in front of him. "What were you saying?" "Oh, nothing." Darien shook himself out of his daydream and turned his attention to the doctor before him. "So, how's Serena?" "Uh, you mean Bunny Thompson? Of course, you mean Bunny Thompson! Well, to tell you frankly, she was in very severer condition when she came in. Right now, she's in a comatose. She's going to be conscious in an estimated time of a week, at most. Don't worry, she'll be fine." Darien took these things slowly, word by word, and he was very worried. Dr. Watson stared hard at his patient's fianc頡nd thought for a moment. Then he said, "Perhaps it would be better if we drink coffee at the cafeteria." Darien could not resist. Thirty minutes had past. Darien never knew that coffee could take THAT long. In that period of time, Darien already knew almost everything there is to Doctor Watson. He was an adopted child, and his birth name was Angel. His real parents just left them in the hands of a nun, then quickly ran. The nun worked in a foundation, and took care of him. His foster decided that "Cloud" fit his physique much better, and that was when he was twelve years old. He was a bully then. But in the years that he spent with his foster parents, who made themselves clear in a soft but demeaning way, he had learned how to care. His childhood dream was to become a businessman, and he grew up to succeed in medicine, and at the same time, manage a broadcasting company. Darien also learned that Dr. Watson had a wife, whom he divorced a few years back, because of lack of communication and financial problems. He had a new wife, whose name was Tiff, and was very famous among the men in the field. Anyway, if Darien learned something about the doctor, the doctor, in return, also knew a lot about Darien. In fact, he unconsciously made Darien release his inner feelings through slight comparisons. Darien thought that HE outsmarted the doctor in the whole conversation, when in fact, it was the opposite. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor Darien. Serena lay still, with a white blanket around her. She laid SO still, TOO still, that she looked almost... dead. So dead, in white, that it somehow reminded some people of white peonies. Teresa was beside Serena all that time. She was sitting on the side of the bed, holding Serena's hand and crying. "It was all my fault..." Mina was there, too, on the other side of the bed, and couldn't speak a word. She was already having a hard time catching up with her breath, and sobbing. It was hard on her. The concert was her idea, and if the concert hadn't happened, then this wouldn't have happened. They wouldn't have been here. A knock was heard on the door, and it swung open. Dr. Watson, who was Serena's doctor, entered and studied the people in the room. This person must be so valuable to them, beside the fact that she's an actress, he thought. Seeing him, Mina stood up. "Doctor," she started. She then collapsed back to the seat, unable to say what she wanted to say. The action told Dr. Watson all he should know. "It's all right." He turned to Teresa, whose back was on him. "Are you the parent of..." Teresa's head lifted, but her eyes were on Serena. "I'm her cousin. Her parents are in Japan." For some reason, Dr. Watson's heart shifted. "And your name is?" "Teresa Tsukino-Watson." The doctor dropped his notes. "Tori?" Teresa turned around. She gasped, "Cloud!" "Tori, wait!" Mina gasped, and lagged behind her friend who was furiously walking at a quick pace, headed for nowhere. "He can't be Serena's doctor. He CAN'T BE Serena's doctor!" Tori growled. "Well, can the fact that he IS Serena's doctor, and you can't change it, make you slow down and let me breathe a little?" Mina retorted. Tori stopped in her tracks and turned around. "Oh, Mina, I'm SO sorry. I didn't - " "Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Mina rolled her eyes. "What's the problem anyway if he IS Rena's doctor? Your ex-husband or not, he's still a doctor and can make her better. Now would you please get this over with?" Tori sighed, and replied, "No, I can't." "And why not?" Mina asked. "Because I..." "You what?" "I still love him." Cloud was sitting in his seat, in front of his desk, trying to read a book. After a few minutes, he finally gave up. He couldn't concentrate. It wasn't the noise Tiff's kids were making, playing with their toy guns. It wasn't the noise the radio and television blaring in her eldest's room. And it wasn't the tingling of laughter, and the sounds his wife and her new beau were making in bed. No, it wasn't any of those. It was Tori. After all those years... Tori was back. She's here, back in his life, because of this patient... This fragile patient caused all this hurt, these memories that keep flooding into his head, and that aching feeling in his chest... He hurts of the fact that it was only time that made them both pull away, that time was the reason they separated, and that it was time that made him ache for her again... Memories of the time when he still had her in his arms, those times that they were still together and were very happy, the times when they promised that they will be together forever, and when forever has fizzled and disappeared, and forever was gone. It all made him ache for her again. He aches for her presence, her laughter, her smile, her sweet words of encouragement, her loving touch, her caring disposition, her professional sense of responsibility, her sensitivity, and her love. He wants Tori back. And he will get her back, even if it means losing everything... In the hospital room, Darien was sleeping on the chair, which sat on one side of the bed. Mina was sleeping on the cot beside the wall. Tori sat staring at Serena, who seemed almost... dead. Death... "Oh, Serena," she cried. It has been my fault, she thought. I brought her here. I shouldn't have. Nothing in this world is free... Then out of the corner of her eye, something moved I t was too far to be Mina. That means... "Serena?" Wide, blue eyes stared back at her. "Who are you?" ********************************************************************** Ha, there! I'm sorry that it was so short, but I just couldn't think! I'm practically blocked. Actually, it's a wonder that I even thought up an ending for this part. Anyway, all comments are welcome, so email me at lucky.violet@mailcity.com, okay? Also, to the fans of JA (Joanne Alexandra), she's very sorry. As much as she has finished "The Role Of Love to Play" already, her PC's broken! If ever the next part will come out soon, you can expect that it will be very good. If you haven't read it, please do! It's a masterpiece. That's all! Bye!