Time Will Tell
By Akiko-Chan

Info: The story is me experimenting with the different points of views to tell a story. It will mostly be told through Omi or Yohji's point of view. At times I tell it in narrative. If I put my words in weird orders, it's because I have to read Shakespeare for school.


Introduction

When Omi was diagnosed, I couldn't believe it. Much less could I comprehend it. Ignorantly I thought if we kept it a secret, it would go away just as quickly as it came. Oddly enough, Omi in his own silent way agreed. We kept it secret for as long as we possibly could. That was until his symptoms became too apparent. Aya was the first to find out our secret.

I was in the shop, finishing cleaning after we closed that night. Aya and Omi were in the backroom doing paperwork. I could see them from where I was standing. All of a sudden blood started gushing from Omi's nose. My eyes quickly glance to Aya, who was still looking at the paper and writing. Blood is quickly soaking all of the paper work. Aya's hand reached to where his sword would have been and then looked up. He stood up knocking his chair over.

"Jesus Christ!" He yelled out.

I drop the broom and run in. I stop in front of Omi and pull him to my chest. Not thinking about my clothes or anything. I hear myself yell at Aya to get a towel or something. Some how we had to get the bleeding to cease. I thought just maybe that Aya wouldn't suspect anything.

Aya returned hastily and we got the bleeding to stop. Omi uses the towel to wipe the blood off of his face. He stared blankly at us, with tears in his eyes. He seemed to be looking to me for answers.

"Yohji-kun, I'm sorry..." He whispers.

I say nothing because I am stuck with many thoughts at once. When I thought he agreed about keeping it a secret, he didn't but he obeyed. His eyes trail to the blood everywhere.

"For everything."

I start to regret my choices, I selfishly thought about myself and not his needs. I hid it because I was afraid. The others have just as much right as we do to know. I look back to Omi.

"Bishounen, you should get some rest." I say to him.

"I feel dizzy." He replies.

I helped him up for fear he might fall. The doctor said he would bruise easily. I walked with him to the house. Half waning to go with him, and the other needing to get away from Aya's gaze. When I got him to his room, I bed him good night and went to the kitchen. The place I knew Aya was most likely at and knowing that I can't avoid him forever.

I face Aya in the kitchen. I stare at him speechless. My mouth feels dry. After a minute he speaks.

"I know something is wrong."

I hesitate unsure where to begin. Then like jumping into freezing cold water, I clear my throat and begin: 'I took Omi to the doctor a few days ago, since he had the flu for a while. The doctor asked question; to me they seemed to be normal questions. He said he was going to send the nurse in to draw blood for a blood count. They said they would give me a call if something were wrong before 8:00 that night...'

I pause bracing myself for what's next. If I'm strong enough to say, I had avoided the word since I had heard it over the phone.

Aya looks impatiently at me. I continue: 'I got a call that night. Omi has...'

I can't go on. I feel tears in my eyes and am thankful for my sunglasses.

Aya glares at me, same expression...nothing.

"Has what?"

"Leukemia."

Aya's face doesn't change, but his eyes show slight signs of sorrow and pain. I wonder how he can do it, contain his emotions so well. We both know what loss is like, and didn't want to experience it again. I turn my face away.

"Tomorrow they are running more tests to determine a treatment plan."


To Be Continued.

AN: So what do you think? Was it what you were expecting? Don't forget to review I love feedback.