A/N: Ran's still an asshole and water is wet
A few days had passed since their conversation, and Kyohei was still wondering if this was a good idea or not. Even so, he stood just outside of the hospital Izumii was staying at, a book in his hand. He wasn't even sure they would let him in to see him, but he figured he should at least try. So, with a deep breath, he headed inside.
They weren't busy so he was able to quickly talk to a nurse and found out they were in fact allowing visitors outside of family to Izumii's room. "You're the first to visit him since he's woken up," said the nurse who was leading him to the room. "Which is strange since his sister visited him every day until then."
Sister...? Oh, yeah, Saki. "Yeah, She, um, she's busy with school work now, so she hasn't been able to come anymore. She's had to asked special permission just to come when she did. She's still worried about him though, so she asked me to take over since I'm a friend of his and non family visits are allowed now."
"Oh, that's nice of you then." They reached Izumii's room and she opened the door. "Here we are. He may be sleeping though, so try not to wake him if he is. Enjoy your visit," she finished with a small bow before leaving him to it.
That...was a little too easy, thought Kyohei. Did she really buy that lie? Or was Izumii such an insufferable patient that she didn't care? She didn't even take him inside. Either way, he was here now.
He stepped through the open door and closed it behind him. He then looked at the man laying in the bed. It was Izumii alright, and he looked like a mess. His face and part of his right arm were covered in scraps that were scabbed over where his previously obtained scars didn't cover. His head was partly wrapped in a bandage and his other arm was in a cast, and his left leg was also in a cast as well. The broken leg would had made him laugh if he were anything like the other man. That's what you get.
Izumii appeared to be asleep. Kyohei wasn't keen on waking him either as he didn't think the conversation he promised to have with him would do much good. So he looked for a chair to sit on so he could read. But no sooner than he had spotted one, he heard a voice.
"Come to laugh at me, Kadota?" Izumii asked while peering at him with one barely open eye.
Great, he's awake. "Surprised you didn't assume I was here to kill you?" He replied, turning to him.
Izumii smirked. "Nah. I know that ain't your style."
"What makes you think I'd come here to laugh at you then?"
"Why else would you bother coming here? Ain't like we're friends. Sure you lied to the nurse saying you were though, huh?" He tilted his head. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk."
"Well, you certainly are doing that, aren't cha?" he sneered.
"Saki asked me to."
"Huh?" Mikajima? Izumii paused. "...Why?"
"She thinks you need a push in the right direction."
"I've already been pushed into traffic," he scoffed. "What more does she want from me?"
Kyohei sighed. "Why are you like this?"
"You see, it all started the day I was born," he explained mockingly. He returned Kyohei's irritated look with one that said he was pleased with himself.
"I'm being serious," Kyohei said, irritation in his voice.
"Maybe I am too."
"..."
Kyohei wasn't sure where to go from here. But he had decided that if he came, he'd have to try, and since he came... "Izumii, listen-"
"I don't have to listen to a traitor," snarled Izumii, his tone suddenly changing. "Pop quiz time! First question! Who's the bastard who lit me on fire, scarring half my face and right arm? That's right, Walker Yamasaki. And who's the other bastard who sent him after me? This asshole with his head up his ass, standing right in front of me, Kyohei fucking Kadota, the bastard with a hero complex. Who, for some reason, thinks he can 'help' me, whatever that means, or that I should even trust him to try. Which makes him just as delusional as his freaky otaku pal. So why don't you pack up your stupid little book and go back to your little whore of a girl-" Izumii was cut off abruptly by a furious Kyohei who grabbed him roughly by his hospital robe, lifting him slightly from the bed.
"No, you do have to listen now, you son of a bitch. So you listen good. That 'little whore' saved your ungrateful little life." Kyohei was more than prepared to listen through Izumii's insults and strange obsession with 'quizzes', they were nothing knew. He even felt some sympathy for him in regards to his burns. But he had crossed a line going for Saki like that, and that all went out the window. "She could had left you to die there, and by all rights, she should have. You own her, both an apology and a thank you. And I'm going to make sure you do both."
Izumii's face was twisted with shock, fear, and pain as the jolt made him alarmingly aware of his fractured ribs. "Attacking a bedridden man's a bit tacky for you, ain't it, Kadota?" He wheezed out. His heart was racing. Thankfully, they decided he was stable enough he didn't need to monitor anymore or it'd be going like crazy, and there could be problems he didn't wan to deal with. Sure, he'd made Kyohei mad in the past, but he didn't think he'd ever seen him that angry. "F-fine...one condition though."
Kyohei released him, letting Izumii fall back into place in his bed which caused his to let out a small groan. "What condition?"
"Get me out of here."
"What?"
"You heard me. It's mind-numbingly boring in here. I'm restricted to this bed, except to go to the bathroom, and that's real fun," he added with much sarcasm. "And there's nothing to do, at all. Just a TV with with hardly anything to watch. And the food sucks. I'd rather be back in jail." At least there he could get up and walk around or exercise when he felt like it. And even though he did spend a great deal of time with his thoughts in jail, he could hardly think straight in here, so that was hardly an option either.
"I..." Kyohei was so perplexed by what Izumii was asking of him, he forgot about being angry with him. "You've only been awake for, what, three days after a coma? I don't think you're going to make it outside this hospital. You're under a lot of medication for multiple broken bones. You're going to feel everything the moment it wears off."
Izumii was annoyed, and it was because Kyohei was completely right. He could go on with a 'but you!' but Kyohei neither had as many injuries when the same happened to him, nor was he out for as long. "What do you suggest then, since you're so knowledgeable?" He asked, surprisingly without a hint of sarcasm.
"I thought you didn't want to listen to me?" Kyohei couldn't help but smirk a little as he teased him.
This son of a bitch. "I fucking hate you."
A/N: Don't know if you noticed, but names have been different based on who's POV it's mostly in and what they personally would call them, but next chapter will go to Ran's and likely stay there for the rest of it.
