Seishiro turned in his bed, a groggy head slowly grasping where he was. From his beside table, he turned on the lamp. A soft, slow hum still disturbed the night. He opened the drawer and took out his handphone.
Noriko groaned and felt about her futon for her purse. She whined – and the ringtone of Bach's 7th in C minor was shrieking in her sleep-filled ears. She had half a min to just open her phone and close it again; to just dismiss the caller completely. But the sender was highlighted in red, just as she had programmed it.
Karen had finally turned towards he bed when her phone sent a light jingling. With a light toss of hair over her shoulder, she grabbed it off her make-up table. She pulled a small face.
Miroku didn't feel all too tired. So as he usually did to cure his insomnia, he petted Otokoyama on his couch. He didn't hear it, but the canine did. Jumping off, he ran off into his master's bedroom. He returned with the cell in his mouth, just as he had been trained to. Miroku scratched his ear and flipped it open.
Emergency. Come to the clubroom now.
St. Presidential was dark and locked, but those two things combined meant nothing to the Yukan Club. They would never admit it, but they'd broken into their school enough times to do so asleep.
They walked up the stairs, a scary sense of Deja Vu assembled in each. Seishiro had his hand on the golden handle. Everybody held their breaths. The handle was turned.
The heads turned and slowly, Yuri put down the cloth. The breaths all came out in one sound. "Bido."
They walked about the table in complete silence. The moonlight highlighted everything in an indigo-blue, giving an eerie feel to the moment.
Karen fell with her arms about him. "Oh Bido! You're alive and – bleeding! Oh my god!" She snapped away, eyes staring down the red on her outfit. In her surprise, she didn't notice as Bido's head began to swoon.
Seishiro jumped around and grabbed Bido before he fell face-first into the table and created a new injury. This ghost – Bido – whatever he was – was hot to the touch and the blood in his T-shirt seemed not ready to touch. "How long has he been like this?"
"Uh...a...half-hour, I guess?" Yuri estimated.
She pushed the first air kit to him. "I mean how long have you known he was alive." Seishiro snapped. He tipped Bido's head back and shook the shirt off. The wound looked much worse now. Karen pulled a face and Miroku hurried her to the direction of the school's bathroom.
"Bido...can you hear me?" Seishiro asked.
"Of course I can hear you. I can always hear you, Seishiro." He said, loopy.
Seishiro softly shook him. "Stay awake, Bido. I'm going to take out your contacts now, okay?" Bido made a sound of acknowledgment. "Yuri, I need you to hold his head still." Yuri followed through.
Though the clear lens sat on the tip of his fingertips, Bido's blue eyes did not appear – they were hidden beneath dilated pupils. "He might have a slight concussion. Did he pass out when you guys got here? Even a little?"
Yuri shook her head. "No; he kept talking to me and his eyes were always open"
Noriko unraveled a long string of gauze and handed it to Seishiro. "Do you think you can help him, Seishiro?"
"He's not as bad off as he seems. It's just a lot of blood." Seishiro explained. "The fat in his body took up most of the hits."
Tired, Bido still smacked Seishiro's head. "I weigh less than you. Don't call me fat."
Seishiro rolled his eyes. "It's this ft that may have just saved your life, Bido." He kneeled down till his knees his the floor. Taking the gauze, he began to wrap it about the narcissist's torso. "We'll have to stay the night here. He'll need his bandages changed every few hours." Noriko and Yuri nodded. Yuri moved about the table and went out into the hallway to get the blankets for the coming night.
In a moonlit high school clubroom, with a badly injured friend they were treating, the sudden playing of classical music scared each of them half to death. Noriko jumped and reached in her jacket. She pulled up a mail from Miroku. I'm taking Karen home – she seems to sick to stay while Bido's being cleaned up. We'll come back at daybreak with the video. Noriko put on half a smile on his face. "It seems it will be only the four of us." Seishiro looked a her and she showed him the message. He sighed, but continued in his work.
Yuri lugged the beddings, turning into a blanket monster from the hallway. She dumped them into the lounge and cracked her back. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to sleep right now." She grabbed a wool sheet and huddled into a chair. In seconds, she was asleep.
"Good night, Yuri-chan." Bido called. Seishiro and Noriko looked at her. Together, they knew this was the most peaceful sleep she'd gotten in a while.
Noriko placed a hand on Seishiro's shoulder as he tried off the bandage. "I can take care of Bido now. You should sleep – you're still recovering from this afternoon."
Seishiro tumbled under and over in his own mind and the two of them shared the equal stoned face. He sighed and nodded. Noriko switched with him and surprising both males, she cradled Bido's cheek in her palm. Bido smiled down at her. "Hi Noriko." Slowly, the two friends hugged and Seishiro saw the male-ophbe smile into Bido's neck.
When Seishiro woke again, he flipped open his cell phone. It read 1 o'clock on the dot. Noriko was asleep not too far from his feet. Bido was asleep on the couch, tucked up to his chin with the leftover blankets and pillows. The bandages were stuck to his face, not by the medical tape but by the blood. Seishiro sighed – he had to clean the wounds this time.
With cautious movements, he swung his legs off the ottoman. He placed his blanket over Noriko and for a moment, he shivered as he got acquainted with the cold. He put his feet n the ground and walked the short distance to the couch. He gently shook Bido awake. "Bido. Bido."
He moaned and his mismatched eyes opened up. "Seishiro...shouldn't we all be asleep?"
"I have to clean your wounds and change your bandages." Bido nodded and pushed off his many blankets.
Seishiro's mask of stone was put in place and he unwrapped Bido's torso wrapping. The white starch had a deep red blotch that made Seishiro's stomach clench. Opening the peroxide, he used gentle hands to smear and remove the blood.
"Seishiro...are you mad at me for not telling you?" Bido whispered.
"Yes." Seishiro answered after a long pause. Bido hung his head, which effectively had him staring at Seishiro's head. "I didn't mean to hurt you guys. I meant to keep you guys safe."
"You couldn't tell us first? We're your friends; we didn't even know you were in trouble."
"But then you wouldn't be able to act as well as you did. Then the purists would keep looking for me and then, they'd start to attack you and the Embassy." Seishiro didn't like to admit he was wrong so he kept quiet. "I never thought you guys would miss me this much."
Seishiro stopped in his ministrations and looked up. "Of course I'd miss you." He leaned up and placed his lips on the hanyou's.
Bido kissed back. He let his arms wrap around the elder's neck and pulled Seishiro close. Seishiro slowly stood up and pulled Bido with him and snaked his arms around the brunette's slim waist.
He stepped forward and pushed his tongue through Bido's lips. Bido groaned and his knees buckled. He pulled away and fell against Seishiro's chest. He looked up and Seishiro smiled. He let his thumb swipe over Bido's cheek and Bido stared up at him with the bluest blue he'd ever seen. He held Bido in his a arms, cradling his cheek. "I could never forget about you, love."
Bido smiled. Seishiro leaned down and picked Bido into his arms. He lay him down on the couch n top of his own boy. Bido got himself comfortable and looked back up at Seishiro. "Thank you for missing me, Cherie." Seishiro chuckled and kissed Bido before they fell asleep.