Seven.
Mood Killer
No sooner had the question left her lips then was Corsten scrambling to the stage. Radik, Ryonosuke and Ruo looked on with curious wonder at the boy who stood up there before the mic, breathing shallow and hard while his eyes were locked on some unknown far away object. Udara put a hand to her lips and whispered a soft, "Oh dear..."
"Oh dear what?" Ryonosuke asked snapping his head around to look at the blue-crowned scholar who stood watching beside his brother. "What the fuck is that?"
"Is it a seizure or something?" Ruo asked.
Udara shook her head slowly. She had seen it happen before, but Corsten never fully explained why it happened or what it was. "I don't know," she admitted, "But it's not a seizure. It happens sometimes, and Sega-kun will just stand there as if he's watching something intently. Sometimes they are really severe episodes... other times it's as if he walked past a tv and stopped to watch an interesting commercial. Then he's back to his old self like nothing ever happened. Corsten won't tell me what it is, but he insists that he's fine... I tried to take him to a doctor once and he damn near shoved me out of Kappa house for the mere suggestion! But Sega never seems to be like, sick, or hurt or anything so… I mean Corsten and Sega have known each other since they were like kids. So if Corsten says he's alright I leave it alone."
Radik nodded, he too had been witness to such an event but only at a distance. "Cor usually takes care of him... like walks it off or something. Craziest shit I've ever seen."
"Well... if that isn't a fucking mood killer I dunno what is," Ryo huffed crossing his arms across his chest. He was satisfied by Radik and Udara's encounters to dub the situation non-life threatening and therefore should not effect his partying. But the band was in just as much shock as everyone else at the public display of Sega's 'seizure' even with Corsten nearly dragging him off-stage to ride the episode out away from the eyes of curious on-lookers. "Now what?"
Radik shrugged. "We try to drink as much booze as possible and pass out in the house before someone freaks out about this and calls the cops."
"I think I'll pass," Udara said smartly with a small yawn. "I feel as if I have had quite enough and would rather pass out in my own bed. And on that note, I will stumble my behind home-"
"Corsten was supposed to walk you home, Dara," Radik pointed out quickly. "You're not making that walk by yourself."
The scholar put her hands on her hips and eyed him. "Radik, I have walked these streets by myself for years! And every single one of you is too drunk to do much else but find a bathroom... even then you'll be lucky to make it to bed instead of curling up in the tub."
The blond rose a brow, she had a point. He certainly wasn't going to be able to make the trek across town and back to Kappa that night. But what she failed to notice was they weren't all drunk. "Meiyahima 2 isn't toasted. Ruo, can you be a gent take her home? I don't think Cor's gonna be back any time soon and on the random off-chance that -anything- happens to Madres' Princess the old man will have our souls!"
"Don't call me that!"
*****
Corsten was watching his friend closely, it was a pretty intense zone out but not the worst he had seen.
"What do you see?" he asked in a whisper. Honestly he never really expected Sega to tell him, but every now and then the boy could throw out bits and pieces of his visions in short almost monosyllabic answers. "What's coming to ya, holmes?"