Yup. Humoristic Angst. You didn't think there'd be such a thing, right?

I'm doing a horrible job of it right now. It's mostly angst with VERY little humor. Ahh...whatever.

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Five isn't that hard, right?

"Ore-sama demands to know why you think Gakuto is acting strangely!" Atobe demanded. He, Oshitari, Kabaji, and Shishido were all standing outside Mukahi's room. The doctor had told them to come immediately because he thought something might have gone wrong.

Now he had a worried expression on his face. "After his parents left last night Mukahi-san hasn't been acting like himself. Whenever I try to talk to him he just keeps on staring at the ceiling. I'm afraid his parents must have gotten into an agrument with him."

Atobe pushed the doctor out of the way and entered the room, with Oshitari and Shishido following close behind.

The image they saw was not what they had expected at all.

They found Mukahi lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. But that wasn't what worried them. It was his eyes. His eyes, which looked lifeless, as if someone had sucked out his soul and left the body there to rot. His eyes, which had taken on a dull, lifeless gray. His eyes, which indicated only one thing.

He had stopped caring. He had stopped wanting to live.

It was a thing they all assumed. There really was no other explanation for his odd behavior. It was a scary thing, to see a once happy and bright person become lifeless in a blink of an eye. Especially if the person was Mukahi. They thought that nothing could stop him from being the most hyperactive annoying kid around.

They were wrong.

It was Atobe who spoke up first. "Ore-sama demands that you explain to him what is going on!"

Mukahi just looked at him with the same lifeless eyes.

"Dude, if this is like, a joke or something, you really have to stop," Shishido said.

Nothing.

Just then Ohtori came running into the room. "The doctor told me that something was wrong and..." He trailed off, seeing the state Mukahi was in. "Mukahi-senpai?"

Nothing.

"Mukahi-senpai?"

Nothing.

"Mukahi...senpai?"

Nothing.

Everyone was stunned to silence. Even Kabaji had a worried look on his face.

They said nothing.

Five minutes passed...

Ten minutes...

Fifteen...

They knew they had to say something. They knew they had to help. The problem was, they just didn't know exactly how to.

They all stood there. Just staring at Mukahi. All the while he stared back. With the same lifeless eyes.

Shishido broke the silence. "Uh...we're standing here. Doing nothing."

"You're stating the obvious," Oshitari said.

"Well no freaking duhh!"

"Ore-sama demands that you shut up while I think!" Atobe barked out.

"Well? Have you come up with anything in say...oh...I don't know...the past fifteen minutes?"

Atobe hesitated. "No."

"Exactly! I propose we sneak him out of the hospital and take him to like, the tennis courts or something."

"Um, Shishido-san, I don't think that would work," Ohtori said.

"That is the most brilliant plan Ore-sama has ever heard!" Atobe exclaimed.

They all froze when they heard laughter coming from Mukahi's bed.

"Tennis courts? Tennis courts?! Have you completely lost your mind?" Mukahi's once lifeless eyes were replaced with an insane look. "What would I do on a tennis court? I can't walk! I'm nothing! I'm a failure! Can't you people get that into your thick skulls?!"

Oshitari reached out. "Gakuto-"

"Don't touch me!" Mukahi barked out. "Don't you dare ever touch me! My stupidity and failureness might be contagious! You wouldn't want your brain to be vandalized by my stupidity, now would you?"

Shishido glared. "You are NOT stupid!"

"Yes I am! I'm a failure! I'm a crippled idiot who's nothing! Everyone knows that!" Mukahi was now kneeling on his bed, his insane look now mixed with anger.

"Mukahi-senpai-"

Mukahi suddenly had a knife that came out of nowhere. He swung it around wildly. "Don't come near me! Don't touch me!" He began laughing again. "I wonder what death feels like. If I'm nothing here, what will happen when I'm on the other side?" He admired the look of shock on everyone's faces. "Although, I have wondered, what is on the other side? Only dead people would know, but they don't tell the living, now do they?"

"Ore-sama demands you stop this silliness right now!"

Mukahi raised his eyebrows and began laughing again. "Oh? You're telling someone who is absolutely nothing to stop? You're demanding me to stop when I'm obviously nothing?"

"I've told you a billion times! You're not stupid, and you're not a failure! And you are NOT nothing!!"

"Ore-sama demands you to stop!"

Mukahi smirked and pointed the knife directly to his chest. "Make me."

Atobe glared. "You asked for it. Kabaji!"

"Usu." Kabaji walked over to Mukahi in a flash and wrestled the knife away from his hands.

Mukahi glared. "Give that back!"

Kabaji refused to move.

"I'll sue you for taking my property! I paid for that!"

Shishido rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and your parents will sue us for letting you kill yourself. So, either way, we're being sued."

"I'M NOT THEIR SON ANYMORE!" Mukahi shrieked. "READ THE NEWSPAPERS IDIOTS!!" He chucked a newspaper at Oshitari. "IT'S IN THE NEWS!!"

Shishido and Oshitari began reading. "Today, the owners of Mukahi Corp. have announced to the public that Mukahi Gakuto, age 14, will not be considered as their son anymore. They refuse to say anything on the reason why. There are a few people that suspect it has something to do with the accident that happened two weeks ago..." They looked up, eyes wide with shock.

Mukahi laughed again. "You see? I'm not needed anymore! I'm stupid and a freak! A failure!"

"Um, Mukahi-senpai, I don't think you're a failure," Ohtori said.

Mukahi shook his head. "Lies! Lies! You're all liars!!!" he screamed.

"Gakuto, just because you're stupid doesn't mean you're a failure," Oshitari said.

Mukahi froze. "Liar," he whispered.

"I'm not lying. Just because you're stupid doesn't mean you're unlikeable. It doesn't mean you're nothing or a failure. People just assume that because they think they can't do anything. They think you have to be smart or have to have natural talent to be worthy of living."

"Isn't that how it is?"

Shishido shook his head. "Dude, it's because you're stupid that we hang around with you everyday. If you weren't stupid and hyperactively annoying we wouldn't be hanging out with you because we'd think you were boring."

"But...but...my parents don't want me anymore. They say I'm a idiotic failure." The insane look in Mukahi's eyes had gone. There was only confusion.

"Just because they think you're a failure doesn't mean Ore-sama thinks you're a failure. Or anyone else. Ore-sama thinks your parents are bitches for being stupidly idiotic and throwing away their own son. Who, by the way, is NOT a failure." Atobe said.

Mukahi pointed an accusing finger at him. "You just said a bad word!"

Jirou suddenly jumped up. "I know! Muka-kun can become a comedian one day when he's older! That way, everyone likes him!"

Everyone stared. "Where did you come from?" Mukahi asked.

"I came in just as you were screaming about reading the newspapers. It was scary! You looked like you just went insane!!" Jirou exclaimed.

Mukahi fell silent. He began hugging his pillow.

"I think Gakuto's okay now," Oshitari said. Bending down to Mukahi's eye level he examined him. "Hm. Happiness level has reached to 85 percent. Insanity level has gone down to 15 percent. Depression level has gone down to 40 percent. Stupidity level has stayed the same. Hopefully."

Mukahi glared. "So? What's my stupidity level?"

"60 percent."

Shishido cocked his head to one side. "Really? I thought it was more around 62.5 percent. Whatever." He pointed at Mukahi. "Anyways! You seriously need to stop scaring us like that! Next time you do the whole knife thing you're going to give us all heart attacks! Then we'll sue you for killing us! I don't think anyone's gotten over that yet!"

Mukahi's only answer was to hide under his sheets.

Jirou had a worried look on his face. "Muka-kun? Are you okay?"

A muffled "Yeah" was his reply.

"...Then why are you hiding?"

"There's an evil llama outside my window."

"Gakuto, you're on the fifth floor," Oshitari said.

"Shut up."

"Are you crying?" Shishido asked.

"...No."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Sleeping."

"Right. And talking at the same time. I can totally believe that."

"Shut up!"

"Ore-sama demands to know what you are doing!"

"Sleeping." Mukahi sniffled.

"Mukahi-senpai?" This from Ohtori.

"Yeah?"

"There's an evil llama outside your window and it's glaring at us."

Mukahi abruptly threw the covers aside and looked around. "WHERE?!"

Shishido pointed an accusing finger at Mukahi. "Aha! So you were crying!"

Mukahi glared and wiped away the tear tracks. "No I wasn't."

"Then what about the moisture on your face that suddenly popped out of nowhere, ahh?" Atobe asked.

"Must've been the rain."

"Gakuto, we're inside," Oshitari reminded.

"The roof must've been leaking."

"There's a room above you. This hospital has eleven floors and you're only on the fifth one."

"Shut up. You aren't helping."

"I want to mention one more thing," Shishido said.

Mukahi looked up. "What?"

"Failureness isn't a word."

Mukahi glared. "Well, when I've gone over to the brink of insanity, I don't think my correctness of words really matter."

"Correctness isn't a word."

"Shut up! Or else I really will kill myself next time! For absolutely no reason!"

The room fell silent.

"...I guess..I wasn't supposed to say that so soon, eh?"

"You will NOT kill yourself because if you try to WE will tie you up to your bed! Note that I said TRY! So that means you will NOT kill yourself!" Shishido glared.

"You know, I've been noticing that we've done alot of glaring today."

"Gee, did you just notice?"

"No. I noticed when my eyes started hurting from all the glaring I did."

"...Oh."

"Yeah. My eyes are probably going to hurt even more when I start glaring at my parents. IF they come back. Which they probably won't."

The doctor suddenly came into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but I heard some shouting and I was getting worried and..." He trailed off when he saw Kabaji standing there holding a knife. "Young man, what are you doing with that knife?" The doctor asked in a stern voice.

"Usu."

"..."

"He was taking it away from Muka-kun!" Jirou piped up.

The doctor had an alarmed look on his face and he whirled around to face Jirou. "Mukahi-san had a knife with him?"

"Actually, it's my fault. I brought him cake and he insisted on cutting it by himself," Oshitari answered, holding up a bag.

The doctor looked startled. "Oh, it if was cake...I mean...I just didn't know...Well, I'll leave you all alone." The doctor scurried out of the room.

"Yuushi, did you really bring me cake?" Mukahi asked.

"...Yes. It kind of got crushed with the whole craziness that's happened, but I think it's okay."

"Yay!! Cake!!"

Atobe glared at Oshitari pointedly. "You told Ore-sama that the doctor wouldn't allow it!"

"The doctor gave me permission today."

"...Ore-sama shall bring him food."

"Don't." Shishido said.

"..."

"Just...don't."

"..."

Haha. Cracky angst.

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