He wanted to see the ocean.

Yes, he wanted to feel the caress of the breeze as it gently weaved through his hair. Yes, he wanted to feel the scorching burn of the sand on the soles of his feet. He wanted to taste the salt in the air. But what he really wanted was to see the hues of the setting sun reflected in the sparkling sea and the blues of the water as it lapped at the beach.

It's been so long since they've last been, so busy was his brother now days.

The door creaked open and he turned his head just slightly at the sound, waiting for whomever to state their presence.

"Yuuhei, how are you feeling? Are you ready to go?" his visitor asked.

"Aniki? What are you doing here?" Yuuhei reached out his hand.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" his brother chuckled as he took his hand, giving it a light squeeze.

"Don't you have work?"

"This is more important."

They sit quietly for a moment, hands still connected. It was calming and took his mind off what was to come.

"Do you remember your promise?" Yuuhei asked.

"Of course. You wanted to see the ocean, right?"

"Yes."

There was a knock on the door and a second later, it creaked open again.

"Satou-san, we are ready for you now," the soft feminine voice of the nurse informed them.

They wheeled him out of the room he's occupied for the past two nights. They went past many rooms: some filled with laughter, some filled with the ramblings of the television, until they finally came to a stop.

"Alright. Don't worry Yuuhei, I'll be here when they finish the operation," his brother told him soothingly, gently giving his hand one last squeeze before they wheeled him away. He heard the heavy double doors click shut. He could imagine all the nurses gathered around his table, the instruments that must be laid out all prepared and the intense bright light of the operating room. He could imagine it all, but he couldn't see any of it.

Soon. Soon he'll be able to see again. Soon he'll see the face of his brother. Soon he'll see the ocean.