I'm not entirely sure what to do with this. I don't even know if I'll take it further then this. I had to write it though, it was demanded. My hands wouldn't let me not write it. It was supposed to be Quarantine but, you know, that's just going to have to wait, I guess. IF it gets further, it will be mostly about T.K. Not sure if I should make it Daikeru, or Takari. And which ever option there will lead to this being a Matt/oc or Taito. Hmm. What do you guys think? I used to get excited to check my email for reviews, but now I don't get any, so review, please! Tell me what I should do with T.K's love life!

Yamato

The car is speeding down the highway, and as the young boy glances out the window, he notices just how fast they're actually moving. He tightens his seat belt and sinks down in the backseat of the car. His mother is bickering with her new boyfriend. Their voices get louder, and the car moves faster. The blonde boy wants to tell them to slow down, but knows that they'll pay no attention to him, yet. Not until they're done. And even then..

"You're such an asshole! I want some beer! Stop somewhere!" His mother screams.

"Stop being such a fucking bitch! I said no!"

"Stop the car!" She takes a swat at the mans hands as she says it.

"You're gonna make him crash!" The boy shouts from the backseat. Two sets of eyes turn on him.

"Shut the fuck up! No one told you to speak!" The boy turns his gaze away, knowing better then to look at them with that look. They fight some more, and then his hands are off the wheel and around his mother's throat.

"The wheel!" No one hears him, and the car swerves into the other lane. There is a loud screech of tires, and the crunch of metal smashing into metal. Everything is suddenly silent. The boys eyes roll to the side..

I wake up with a jerk, heart pounding. I haven't thought about my little brother in almost five years. I climb out of bed, and open my door quietly. I can hear laughing. I walk out into the hall, I listen more closely. It's just the T.V. I move to the kitchen in the dark. I get a glass of water with no light. My mother had problems, and had taken my little brother away the day our dog had died. I had asked an innocent question, and she hit me. So my dad made her disappear. I remember that we tried for years to gain regular visits with my brother, but mother always disappeared before they were properly settled. The first words my brother ever spoke to me were "Matt, I'm scared." and he was six. My mother had yanked him away from my house and made him walk in bare feet in the snow. I've never heard his voice since then, and I've only seen him once. Occasionally my mother still calls, and my dad will drive around for hours, or send her money, and then...nothing. Thinking about my mom makes me angry. Thinking about my brother hurts. I always knew something was wrong. My brother never cried. He never asked questions. He never played. He wasn't ever a child. I desperately wished I had done more for my brother. For all I knew, he was dead. The phone rings suddenly, causing me to jump and bang my glass, which falls to the ground, smashing. I ignore the spilled water, and broken glass, and race to the phone. It had better be a fucking emergency.

"Hello?" I ask, not trying to hide the annoyance in my voice.

"Uh, hello, Yamato Ishida?" No one called me Yamato anymore, so..

"Yea.."

"Do you have a brother? About fourteen?"

"Yes.."

"He's in the hospital, and the other people he was with, we're assuming his mother, and friend, are in a coma."

"So..Wait, you don't even know who the kid is? How do you know I'm the person you need to call?"

"He begged us to 'Call Matt'. And after more questioning he said Ishida. And you're Matt Ishida, aren't you?"

"Yeah.."

"Well, your brothers gone into a coma, too." The word 'too' chills me, and I hang the phone up. I run to my room, and forget about being quiet. I scramble to find clothes, and by the time I'm done, I've woken my father's new girlfriend up. The red head looks at me with sleepy eyes.

"Whassamadder?" She asks.

"I need your car, k?"

"Sure, sure.." She says, not really hearing me, as much as I disliked the father stealing bitch, when I wanted something she gave it to me.

"Just go back to bed." I tell her. She nods and shuffles back to my father's room. I debate on waking up my father, to tell him, but don't. I fly out the door, and don't bother to lock it. I race down the steps and jump into the car.

When I get there, at first, they try to send me away.

"Look, you guys called me! I want to see Takeru."

"There's no one here by that name, sir." I sigh in annoyance and give the nurse a dirty look.

"Then why did you guys call me at tell me my baby brother is here and in a coma?" I spit. The nurse just shrugs her shoulders. I groan in anger and pace away from the counter, I have to make them realize I need to see him.. There's a beep as a door opens, and a doctor rushes in.

"Is Yamato Ishida here yet?" I race over to the doctor.

"I'm Yamato." I tell him, he grabs my arm, and I shoot the nurse a dirty glance. Her face is shocked. The doctors drags me back to where he had come fom, asking me basic questions about Takeru, and I find that I can't actually answer most of them. He gives me a strange look, when I again, have to say, I'm not sure if he's allergic to anything.

"I haven't see my brother in five years, okay?" I tell him. The doctor sighs in frustration, and let's me go. He opens a door, and pretty much shoves me threw it. My eyes widen. My baby brother lies on a bed, machines keeping him alive. He's pale, and his breathing is uneven. A mask covers most of his face. You can tell that he's trying to breathe on his own, but can't, yet. There's the usual heart monitor machine, but the other big machine is the one that has my attention. Where, in all the movies, I've ever seen, it is blank, this one, is not.

"What's that mean?" I ask pointing at the monitor. It spikes and moves at my voice. The doctor glance up from the notes he's writing to look at where I'm pointing.

"That would be his brain activity."

"That's good, right?"

"That's amazing. It means there's no brain damage. It means he's going to wake up." I can't help but smile. I noticed, however, that his 'brain activity' reacted more to my voice then the doctors. I wait until the doctor leaves before moving right up to my brother. I brush my fingers along his hand, and I watch as there's activity flashing along the screen.

"Takeru?" I ask. The monitor reacts. I wonder if that means he can hear me. I'm not entirely sure, but I'll have to ask someone.

"I hope you wake up soon," I mumble.

"I kinda miss you, you know." I watch his face as I speak, and there's slight movement. I can tell he wants to be awake. My cell phone rings, causing me to jump. I pull it out of my pocket.

"Hello?" I ask, without really caring who it is.

"Yamato Ishida, where are you!"

"Oh, hi dad. The hospital called, Takeru and mum had an accident...They're in a coma." I say.

"WHAT?"

"I'm with Takeru, now."

"Why didn't you wake me up!" He demands. I can hear him moving through the house, trying to get dressed and find his keys.

"I tried." I lie. Hopefully Scarlet never said anything about me telling her to go back to sleep. There's a click as my dad hangs up on me. I experiment with my brother. Finding what causes him to react to me. It gives me hope. I don't know how long it takes for my father to arrive, but he does. He rushes to his younger son's side, and nearly pushes my chair right over.

"Dad!" I snap, but he doesn't even hear me. He pushes Takeru's hair away from his face.

"Ohh, Takeru.." He whines. I roll my eyes. He's a drama queen when it comes to showing off to Scarlet. She had lost her child in a car crash a few years ago, though, so I can imagine what that's doing to my dad's thoughts. I feel a hand touch my shoulder, and although I want to yank away from it, I don't. I did, after all, steal her car.