Worry Causes Cancer

Chapter 2: Nasty Surprise, Pleasant Outcomes

Disclaimer: I do not own D. .

(A/N. This is my friend's piece of work that has been typed under my name. All credit is due to her.)

Krad finally reached his front door, unlocking it he walked inside, his whole apartment was white save for a few framed pictures, all signed Krad Hikari. Walking into his bedroom, he sat down at his desk, taking out a sheet of paper the hospital had given him. It read:

Results of test:

Lung Cancer- operable/left lung/ donor needed. If not found, cancer will become terminal.

Life Expectancy- projected life expectancy without done, 1 month. With donor normal life span.

Dr. Hatori Sohma M.D.

Krad sighed, he knew there was a slim chance he would live but, only if they found a donor. And since he had a very rare blood type, that seemed, at this point impossible, especially with his limited amount of time. As Krad thought, he let out a bitter laugh. It was all his fathers fault. He had smoked continuously five packs a day since Krad had been born. He died of terminal lung cancer by the time Krad was eleven. Krad's mother died when he was six from second-hand smoke.

Krad closed his eyes breathing slowly, when suddenly he flew into a horrid coughing fit. Putting a rag to his face, he continued to gag and choke, when finally the fit subsided. Krad removed the cloth, and discovered it was partially soaked in his blood. Placing the rag into a clothes hamper, he went into the bathroom and proceeded to take his afternoon shower.

Dark sighed. He wanted so badly to find out what was bothering his best friend. Looking up at the two paintings hung in his room he smiled. He still wasn't sure why Krad had changed his mind, but he was glad of it, especially since Krad had given it to him as a birthday present. Maybe that was one of the special circumstances he had mentioned the day Dark had asked for it.

Thinking about the paintings Dark suddenly got an idea. So he took out a small canvas, and a sheet of writing paper. The next day:

Krad walked to school. Entering the building, he went to his locker and opened it, only to find a painting. It was a beautiful renderentation of his dark angel, and Dark's light angel, except in this picture, the white angels wings were clipped and covered in blood, but instead of falling to the earth below, he was being shielded from further harm by the loving embrace of the black angel, whose wings were wrapped carefully around the white winged being.

Smiling, he discovered the artists signature, Dark Mousey, written on the back, which also had a small folded note pinned to the back of the canvas. It read:

Dear Krad Hikari,

I know its hard for you to ask for help, and I know you like to fix your problems by yourself, but just this once, please let me be there to catch you when you fall, to be your wings when your own give out.

-Yours Truly-

Niwa, Dark

Krad read the note several times, and with an unreadable expression placed it safely within his locker. The painting however was placed lovingly into his portfolio. Then, gathering his books, walked to class.

Dark stood by the door to the roof. It was lunchtime and he had hoped to speak to his blonde friend. He had even asked Dai and Satoshi to eat elsewhere so he could, but Krad seemed to gave avoided him all day and even now was still doing so, because he was not in his usual place, which he had bloodied a kid's nose in order to secure.

Dark smiled at the memory of Risa Harada running to the nurse, too afraid to tell her that the Hikari had hit her and not wanting to ruin her chances with Dark (which were zero in the first place) by telling on his best friend. She had told the nurse she had not been paying attention and run into one of the cement pillars on campus.

Turning to look for the illusive blonde Hikari, something caught Dark's eye. The item that caught Dark's attention was a folded piece of paper with a small rock placed on top as a paperweight.

Opening the note, Dark read the contents.

Dearest Dark,

I know you wish to help, but I really don't want you to get involved because even though my wings are clipped and stain the sky, I only wish for you to fly without the burden of me. May we meet again someday, though very likely that we shall, for this may be the last you hear of me. this is because, I have been diagnosed with lung cancer. I wont live without a donor and there is none available with my blood type. Dark, I only have one month. I have gone to make arrangements. Please get on with your life and forget you ever knew a boy named Krad Hikari.

Love,

Krad Hikari

P.S. There is something I need to tell you since I may never again have the chance to. Wo-Ai-Ni, Dark.

Dark didn't know what to say about the whole thing. Krad had cancer. Dark had to go see him, warnings be dammed, but first he needed to find out what Wo-Ai-Ni meant. It had sounded like Chinese, and only Satoshi could speak that.