A/N: Hey guys, I'm going to try to make chapters longer, so yeah, I'm not going to die, and neither is this story.
(Enter Kenji's Siren here).
I had completely forgotten about that damned siren. Part of me was grateful for him, "sound-proofing" "our" room with some sort of strange foam. The other part...well I'm not going to delve into specifics.
Hisao
"Damnit Kenji, I'm going to snap your alarm in half. Is it really necessary for such a loud one?"
I had expected Kenji to blow it off with a generic statement as always, though I suppose not this time. He shot open and immediately jumped off his bunk, and flipped over my table. Along with my materials. And my clock. And...shit my medications. I openly groaned at the sound of the metal platter, housing my medication, hit the floor.
Hisao
"What the hell Kenji, why did you flip over all my stuff?"
Kenji
"The alarm went off!"
He seemed especially stressed, though there wasn't really a reason why he should, it is his own alarm.
Hisao
"Yeah, like it always does for the last seven days."
Kenji
"Don't you hear the difference? That isn't your wake up call, there's a feminist outside!"
A/N: Yes, this is going to become a little bit ridiculous, but hey, this story is humor too.
I heard knocking on the door and meanwhile Kenji started tapping on the floor.
Hisao
"Dude, what are you do-"
I was stopped short when he lifted up a panel in my floor and lifted up some kind of switch.
Kenji
"Get away!"
He flipped the switch on, and I heard some rope swinging, water, and a muffled grunt of pain... Damnit Kenji...
I made my way toward the door quickly, as I worried about who was outside my door. I was met with the sight of a male teenager, no more than 18. He was suspended upside down, with a growing bump that looked nasty. He was also pretty much soaking wet.
Hisao
"Kenji, you can't be doing this, one of these days this is going to be fatal, how to I get him down from your trap?"
Kenji
"Him?"
He peeked over my desk to see the man he had strewn up, and then he gave a look of recognition.
Hisao
"Do you know him, Kenji?"
Kenji
"Yeah, I do, sup Kevin?"
I turned and gave Kevin a further observation. He wore pair of jeans and a regular American Polo shirt. He was tall, bearing six feet on his foot. He had short, jet black hair, dangling from his upside down scalp. He had dark brown eyes that seemed friendly, though a tad bit strange. His legs run still, though rest assured, the rest of him is moving. I open my mouth to apologize but, Kevin stopped me before I could.
Kevin
"Don't worry about it, I had not expected Kenji to be bunking with you. Anyhow, Kenji, mind letting me down?"
Kenji
"Have you detached the feminist control chip in your mind?"
I would've lost it at this, though Kevin replied a simple yes, and I hoped that he was just playing along for the sake of time. Kenji slipped the trigger back down and tucked it back down into the floor.
Kenji
"Hey dude, mind untying the knot around his legs?"
I simply shrugged and moved over to Kevin, untying the knot keeping his legs bound, facing the ceiling. Kevin looked strong enough to be able to lift himself up to untie his foot. I could only assume that he has no or little control over his lower body, or at the very least his legs. Upon further examination, he indeed only has a single foot on his right foot, and seems to have bandages around his left leg.
Hisao
"Alright man, the rope is about to give way, prepare to catch yourself."
He grunted a reply, and I removed the knot keeping his legs bound together.
Kevin
"Thanks man, I'm Kevin Leng as you know, what is yours?"
He held out a hand and I took it and gave it my firmest handshake.
Hisao
"Nice to meet you, my name is Hisao Nakai, and I assume you already know Kenji."
Kevin
"Yeah, I used to bunk with him."
He leaned in forward to whisper something in my ear.
Kevin
"You know, he was here originally here for his eyesight, he wasn't always like...this."
I can only assume he was referring to his feminist conspiracy and general distrust of the opposite sex.
Kevin
"Ah, I nearly forgot, I am here to give you this letter. It's from a Lilly Satou and Akira Satou. And sorry, it's a tad bit wet from Kenji's little trap here."
Kenji simply didn't hear Kevin's jab, as he was in a rant about feminists and precautions. Though, I was more curious about as to why she had sent me a letter, rather than just calling me. I thanked Kevin, mind to busy trying to guess what was on the letter to mind Kenji any attention. I sat back down on my bed and relaxed a bit before opening the letter. The words drooled a bit, but it was still readable.
Dear Hisao,
I'm writing to you about my trip in Scotland, I had previously misplaced my phone, along with your contact number. I wished to inform you about an early return. I am due back at Sunday, around four in the afternoon.
Lilly Satou
Akira Satou
Well then, I can only assume that Lilly's relative has recovered significantly enough for her to return early. There was still three more days until she returned. I flipped over my table, and picked up my medications and other necessities. I started getting dressed for the day ahead, and headed off to Hanako's dormitory, leaving Kenji to his rants.