To Ocean Starfly: ; - ; God DAMN typos. Oh well, and thank you. And apparently, so, all girls are o_o ; D Hell, I would be.
To blaqkXII: Yah, I know I'm getting a bit sloppy. : c I'm running low, and I keep typing at like, three in the morning with a Monster by my side. ;- ; Plus, I've been writing a ginormous report, and all my little creative thoughts have been going in to that.
To KuroNekoShoujo: ; D Aw, thanks.
I have been meaning to apologize to everyone about my sloppiness. X D I promise I'll only write when my mind is fresh, and read over a bit better what I've written.
I do not own Switch or any of the characters. If I did, it would be major yaoi time. - o - All I own are King and the story line. Although I doubt I even own that. So I own King. o. o Yah.
Hal watched through the window, at the young drug lord.
Tubes and wires hung from him like a computer, as a heart rate monitor beeped every now and then. A tube was stuck down his throat, helping him breathe. His lungs were still healing.
His eyelids, even closed, seemed heavy, his chest rising unevenly.
It had been six days since he had undergone the surgery for his lungs.
The doctor said there was no substantial damage (other than the whole lung thing ), and they would wake him up today.
A nurse was in there, meticulously removing the unneeded wires and tubes.
She walked out, a small cart carrying the used tubes, and said that she would be back later for the equipment, before strolling off.
Hal entered the small room, and sat in a chair, watching King.
The tube had been replaced with a simple breathing mask. It was not as effective, though. One could tell with how much shallower his breaths were.
After what seemed like an eternity, King's eyes slightly fluttered open, green emeralds looking around in a daze, before his eyes landed on Hal.
The doctor came in. "Mr. Kurabayashi. I know you just got in here, but I Must make a quick analysis of King's current condition. After all, we don't know what has happened since he was placed in here."
"By all means, go right ahead."
The nurse mouthed a silent thank you, as she began with her tests.
It consisted of basic skills, such as math, reading, writing, etcetera.
Next, she assessed King's verbal communication.
"Repeat after me, King. 'He who sees must also be seen'."
King opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He was puzzled, and tried again, with the same outcome.
The doctor tutted. "Not good, not good… King, can you stand up for me real quick?"
King tried to stand, but soon fell over. His eyes widened.
He couldn't walk.
He couldn't speak.
"This is progressing fast.." The doctor mumbled.
King bit his lower lip, as she helped him back into the bed.
"I am done here, Mr. Kurabayashi. There is a white board and a marker in the bottom drawer. King still knows how to write, so you may communicate through that."
Hal nodded. "Thank you."
King looked at his hands, folded in his lap.
Hal pulled the chair closer to King's bedside.
Quickly, he grabbed the white board and the marker, handing it to the young drug lord
"King…"
King looked at Hal, his eyes solemn.
".. I need you to tell me everything. The deal is through. You depart for Europe soon. But, before that…"
King began to write. 'I know. I will tell all.'
Hal sighed. "It is good you are cooperative."
'Why should I not cooperate?'
"God if I know why you kids do things these days."
King laughed silently, smiling. 'We do what we want.'
"Keh. If only I could. Now, start from the beginning King."
King nodded, and began to write.
----- Kai -----
Kai finished buttoning up his shirt, smiling.
He had passed all of the tests, and was being released today, back to his job.
Thank. God.
He turned to leave the room, opening to the door. Kaji stood there.
"Ah."
Kaji smirked. "Done already?"
Kai nodded happily.
He then remembered the position they were all in. "Umm… What about King?"
Kaji sighed. "It was a long run, but he made it, surprisingly. Right now, Hal is questioning him. After that, King will be moved to a medical facility in Paris, France where he will receive top medical control of his condition. When he's moved, it is up to us to take down Syndictive."
Kai nodded, determined.
All that had happened so far had twisted the way this was going to go. They had captured King, yet Syndictive was still active.
But, hopefully, it would all be over soon this time.
----- Hal ----
Hal sat back. It had been about twenty minutes since King had first began writing, and he had told everything, in the neat precise handwriting the teenager had.
King sat there for a few seconds, before writing something down once again.
Hal's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
King finally looked up, smiling.
It was like one of his messages.
'Follow my voice.
This is not the last time.
I will get the last say in what happens.'
Hal could only imagine all the different meanings that message had.
King could simply smile, and erased the small message, leaning back and closing his eyes.
After a few seconds, Hal stood up, and left the room.
There was nothing more for him to ask, and it was obvious King was no longer in the mood to tell anything.
But, he had gotten everything he needed to know.
He walked around the hospital, finally finding his way back to Kai's room, where he saw the redhead was leaving his room.
Hal smiled and walked up behind the oblivious redhead, blowing softly on his ear.
Kai squeaked, covering his ear and quickly turning around, flushed red.
"W-what the hell?!"
Hal smirked and rubbed Kai on the head, placing a kiss on the shorter male's forehead. Kai simply pouted.
"C'mon, we're heading out. The police are already on their way to the Warehouse. We're going to trail behind them."
Kai nodded. "Alright."
Yeah, not a really interesting chapter. But, I only expect like two more, so bear with me… : o Review. And, sorry for being late. - I was so busy this past week.
