Chapter Twenty-Five: Medical Inconsistencies
"No! Not another creeper!"
"Don't worry Succhan! I've got your stuff!"
Misha and Suzu were enjoying themselves in Minecraft. They were two of the worst builders I'd ever seen, yet they managed to survive fairly well, even though creepers managed to kill Suzu quite often. Miki was barking orders at the two and Shizune was actually interested in what they were doing.
That lasted up until around midnight, when everyone got tired enough to retire to bed. After we all brushed our teeth on the second floor, Shizune and Misha walked into their rooms while Suzu followed Miki and me. I opened the door to the room Miki and I were to share and the three of us walked in. Suzu noticed my presence in the room after turning the light on and immediately cocked an eyebrow.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked. "Giving Miki a kiss goodnight or something? How romantic."
"No," I said. "This is also my room."
Suzu scoffed. "Yeah, nice try, loverboy."
"It's actually our room," Miki chimed in, motioning to herself and me.
Suzu went to laugh, but she stopped and her widened quickly. "Are you serious?"
Miki and I nodded. "That's what I was going to say," I said. I get the feeling she's not going to take this well.
"No! That's just... NO! You're going to rape her, I know it!" Suzu's old self had returned. Apparently, her acceptance of the fact that I was dating Miki was just tossed in the toilet and flushed.
Miki huffed in annoyance while my face and my palm reintroduced themselves. "Suzu, why am I going to rape her? I thought we discussed this."
"I don't care!" Suzu said. "You'll rape her because you're a horny guy! I can tell! Horny American guys are the worst!"
And here we go again with the stereotyping. I doubt she's met any Americans besides myself.
"Suzu," Miki said, placing her hand on the distraught girl's shoulder. "It isn't rape if I consent to it." She was grinning the whole time she said that.
She's playing along. Didn't expect that. Unless she actually wants that... I gulped, nervous with that thought.
Suzu backed up, fear washing over her face. "No... Don't tell me..."
"Don't tell you what?" Miki asked.
"He's brainwashed you, hasn't he? That's exactly what it is, I know it!" Suzu stomped over to me and started punching me in the stomach. "Damn you! Damn you to hell, pig!"
Though her punches were discomforting, one hand was brought up to my mouth as a yawn escaped me, my other hand grabbing Suzu by the wrist. She looked at me, somewhat surprised, and stomped on my foot.
"Get off of me! I don't want to be a part of your threesome or harem or whatever the hell it is!"
Grabbing Suzu's arms and leading her to the door, I spun her around and pushed her out into the hallway. "Guten nacht, Suzu."
"Don't start speaking German, you damn Fascist pervert! You were about to put my hand on your crotch!"
Sighing, my hands slowly pushed the door closed. "Guten nacht, Suzu," I repeated as the door closed, annoyance tinging my voice. Were it a week before, her accusations wouldn't have been that annoying.
"Don't worry Miki! I'll make sure he doesn't try to-" There was a sudden thud and I turned to Miki, cocking an eyebrow.
"Did she fall asleep again?" I asked.
Miki shrugged. "Most likely. I don't think she'd just fall on purpose."
Cracking the door open, Suzu's unconscious body was the first sight to befall my eyes. The door opened completely and I walked over to her room's door to open it and flick on the light. After cracking it some and returning to Suzu, I bent over and slid my arms underneath her body with a sigh.
"I'll take her to her room." Miki gave me a nod and I heaved Suzu up into the air without much effort. Her lightness still surprised me.
I wonder how she can eat so much, yet stay so thin and lightweight. I know girls who would kill just to be like that. Come to think of it, who doesn't know a girl like that?
Pushing the rest of the door open with my foot, Suzu was carried to her bed by me. Her luggage was already in the room, likely the Student Council's doing. I didn't carry the luggage up and Suzu didn't know which room was hers, so it seemed only logical. Suzu's bed was a comfortable-looking full-size, though it didn't look as comfortable as the one I got.
After setting Suzu down on the bed, my retreat was made, her door was closed behind me and the light off. I walked back into my room and shut the door, only to see Miki in her bra and panties. It was certainly a sight I didn't want to miss. She noticed my reentry a little slowly, and when she looked up, she merely nodded at me.
"You didn't throw her out the window, did you?" she asked, placing her hand and stump on her hips.
I shook my head, managing to ignore the bounce her breasts had. "No, but I can't be too sure she'd do the same for me."
Miki bent over next to her bag and pulled out some clothes. "You're sure about that?"
My head bounced up and down as I started to strip. "Positive."
"Well then..." Miki pulled a tanktop over her head. "Do you sleep in just your boxers?"
A shirt from my bag was pulled on. "I'm not now, now am I?"
"You're not asleep."
Dammit, she's got me there. "Well, I don't plan on it. Besides, you asked me before. Didn't I say I wear just my boxers to bed sometimes?"
She nodded after some thought. "Yeah, when you were sick."
Miki tossed up the bed sheets and slid under the covers. After turning the light off, I got in bed with her. Miki merely yawned and turned to me, a sleepy grin on her face.
"Night," she whispered into my ear. I went to respond, but she was already out like a light, despite sleeping on the train.
"Night," I mumbled for no reason.
I rolled onto my side to get comfortable, and Miki somehow latched her right arm around my waist when I did so. Despite getting the feeling that it should be the other way around, my body managed to become comfortable in the position. Once my eyes closed, my expectation was sleep, however, that wasn't the outcome.
I lied in bed with my eyes closed for what seemed like forever, though it may have only been half-an-hour. My brain refused to go into standby mode, so after another fifteen minutes, I reluctantly got out of bed, carefully removing Miki's arm from my waist. A walk seemed like it could help me sleep, so I slipped on a pair of socks, shorts, and my jacket.
After walking to the first floor and locating my shoes, I made my way to the back door, where the pool was. It seemed pointless to have a pool at a beach, but it wasn't my place to complain or assist in home construction. My hands pushed the sliding door open slowly, that way no one woke up. After opening the door, walking out, and slowly closing the door, my jacket's hood got flipped on my head and I began to walk on the beach.
The sand was wet, as is expected during a rainstorm. The only experience with any storms similar to a typhoon I had, specifically a hurricane, was the leftover rain that went north. At Yamaku, the winds were light since it was farther north, but the winds at the beach house were stronger due to being farther south. It was the same thing back home, since only rain and light wind went to western Pennsylvania.
The wind had gotten stronger since we arrived at the beach house, pushing my hood off as I walked across the beach. After pulling it on only for it to get pushed back off, I gave up and let my head get wet. My leg hairs were plastered onto my leg due to the rain, but it didn't bother me. What did bother me was my inability to sleep.
There was a rock wall on one end of the beach, a few rocks protruding to act as a roof. I was already walking to it, so I decided to sit on one of the rocks. After I did, numerous thoughts ran through my head, some about my inability to sleep, others about other things.
My inability to sleep couldn't have been caused by sleeping in the same bed as Miki, and if it was, there was something wrong with me. Even more troubling was the fact that I didn't get any sleep on the bus or the train and yet sleep evaded me, while the others, barring Suzu, were able to drift off.
My eyes drifted to the ocean during my thoughts. They were rough because of the typhoon, but the typhoon wasn't powerful enough to make huge waves. For the most part, the waves still looked peaceful.
Emily would have liked this, I thought. Sitting on the beach and watching the ocean...
My desire for sleep was strong, but not stronger than the feelings of sorrow I received from those thoughts. Any time I thought of my sister since arriving at Yamaku, I felt sad, especially after talking with Hanako in the middle of June. It was troubling, since Emily's memory didn't bother me that much in the hospital.
Maybe I need a therap-
I cut off my thoughts, remembering that therapy was a large part of my life as a child. Mental therapy was a joke, since all it did was suppress your feelings and, sometimes, your memories. Eventually, they would resurface and wreck havoc on your psyche, and it was only a matter of time before it happened to me.
Swearing in four languages, I got off of the rock and started to walk back to the beach house. Taking a walk didn't make me sleepy, it only made me upset and restless. The rain picked up, but my speed didn't change.
Once I made it back to the house, my shoes got slipped off at the door and my hands slowly pried the door open. After entering and slowly closing the door, I recalled Misha's tour and made my way to the laundry room. It was close to the kitchen and my jacket got hung up in there.
After taking care of that, I walked back to the living room and sat on the couch, sleep having evaded me and my mood rather sour. Thanks to my sour mood, my mind raced for more things that bothered me, notably why I was even in Japan.
Though I wasn't against my presence in Japan, the reasons for which I got shipped to Yamaku were dubious. A minor arrhythmia alone wasn't enough to send me to Japan, so the doctors listed every disorder I had.
Lupus' symptoms hadn't shown up in me, and since I only carried the genes for it, it may never present itself. My arthritis wasn't much of a concern, since it rarely bothered me, and my hernia wasn't that much of a concern either. Best of all, from what I understood, Yamaku didn't accept students with mental disorders, which I had plenty of. Either they didn't know about my mental state, which was unlikely since the Nurse had my medical records, or they didn't accept students with only mental disorders.
My analysis went full-circle and wound up at the arrhythmia. I never had a heart attack, let alone a heart murmur. Hockey kept me in my peak physical condition, even though two months of my life was spent in a hospital bed, and track helped with that even more. Nothing added up and I started to feel like a detective, getting to the bottom of some case.
Sleep was definitely impossible, so I sighed and sat on the floor. I turned on the TV and raised my hand, my finger grazing the power button of the Xbox. With nothing better to do, I started to play Minecraft, hoping that it would help me relax and cool off.
Sleep turned into Solid Sleep or Sleep Snake over the next three days. I explained to Miki my inability to sleep whenever she found me playing Xbox at eight in the morning on Saturday. Insomnia was her guess, though she hit me just in case I found her repulsive.
Since it was still raining, Sunday and Monday were spent playing Xbox and board games. Monday, I got Shizune and Suzu to agree to play each other in Call of Duty, but they didn't do it that night, instead planning it for the next day.
Monday night, however, was when the typhoon's rain started to let up and the first time I got any sleep in three days. As soon as I got into bed with Miki, my eyes felt heavy and I didn't drift into unconsciousness, I slid and fell into it, landing flat on my ass.
Despite my bitterness from the walk on the beach, it wasn't outward bitterness. It was all internal and didn't affect my interactions with anyone. They couldn't tell that I was bitter at all.
Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling wonderful. Miki wasn't next to me when consciousness came back to me, however. The clock next to the bed read 10:27 A.M., so I stretched and got out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The sleep was reinvigorating, that was certain.
I shuffled down the stairs, the scents of tea and pancakes reaching my nostrils. A few other scents were mixed in, but they weren't familiar scents. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs and walking to the living room, Misha nearly barreled into me and Suzu was asleep on the couch.
"About time you got up Adolf-chan!" Misha said, her voice at its usual volume. "Your breakfast is going to get cold!"
My mouth opened to reply, but Misha grabbed hold of my arm and dragged me into the kitchen. Miki and Shizune were sitting at the table. Miki laughed at the sight of Misha pulling me around. Misha let go of me once she dragged me to the table where a bowl of rice, a plate with pancakes, and a cup of tea awaited me.
Shizune and Miki stood as I sat. "Where are you guys going?" I asked.
Miki playfully tapped me on the head and Misha was the one to answer. "Adolf-chan! Whenever you're done eating, change into your swimsuit and come outside!"
She laughed as the trio walked away, leaving me to eat breakfast. I wondered who made it, since it was a Japanese- and Western-style breakfast. Despite such a trivial thing, my stomach growled, prompting me to start eating. Rice wasn't my thing, but it was downed just as quickly as the pancakes.
Once the food was in my stomach and the dishes cleaned, I walked back up to my room. The typhoon actually made me think it was pointless to pack a pair of swimming trunks, but I did anyway. After rummaging through my clothes, my hands found the prize, a pair of green swimming trunks.
My best guess was that we were going to swim in the pool or something. After dropping all of my clothes and slipping the swimsuit on, I walked down the stairs, bumping into Suzu.
"Watch it," she growled.
I let out a single 'ha' as I continued, just to get on her nerves. She grunted and continued as well. I walked to the back door to see the other three out next to the pool. Since it wasn't nighttime, my hands didn't have to restrain themselves in opening the door, allowing me to just slide it open. Leaving the door open, I stepped outside.
Misha and Shizune were wearing two-pieces, their breasts firmly cupped, while Miki was wearing a one-piece, her entire figure encompassed by it. Feeling slightly weird and perverted, I turned away, awkwardly scratching my cheek.
"Hey, why's your back so scarred?" Miki asked. "I meant to ask before, but forgot."
Shit, I forgot about my back. "Acne and the car accident." The words quickly came out of my mouth.
The mention of the car accident was enough to silence the group, but it wasn't my intention to do that.
My head craned back to the three girls for me to tell them to forget about it whenever something hit me in the back. It hurt for a few seconds, but the strike wasn't hard enough to cause major pain.
"Another scar for you, pervert!" Suzu nearly shouted.
The object clomped on the floor and I looked at it. It was a shoe.
"You know that a shoe isn't going to scar me, right?"
Suzu smacked me in the back with her hand. "And how would you know? Did you experiment with them during one of your disgusting fetish sex parties in the United States?"
And here we go, yet again.
I looked at the girls, noting that Misha was confused, though it wasn't hard to confuse her. Shizune had an eyebrow raised, probably wondering what was going on, and Miki just frowned at Suzu. My head then turned to face Suzu, who was wearing a one-piece swimsuit that ended with a frilly skirt-like thing.
"Gah! Don't look at me like that!" she exclaimed before stomping off onto the beach.
"Just how do you piss her off that much?" Miki asked once Suzu left.
I turned to face her. "No idea."
Misha, who was still confused, chimed in. "Why was Succhan angry with you, Adolf-chan?"
"She thinks he's a major pervert who rapes every girl he meets," Miki answered for me.
"Oh. Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don't think you're a rapist, Adolf-chan!"
"Thanks, Misha," I said before taking a gander at the beach. "So, what are we going to do?"
Misha bent to her side and produced a volleyball from behind a chair. "Volleyball!"
"Sounds good. What are the teams?"
Misha held a quick signing session with Shizune before she turned back to me. "Shicchan said that she'll be on a team with Micchan!"
"So, that means that we're on a team?" I motioned to myself and then her.
Misha nodded with a grin. "Yup!"
She handed the ball to Shizune and started to sign while Miki nudged me. "You're going down."
I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and grinned. "Try me."
"I believe I've already had you."
Misha and Shizune walked down onto the beach, Shizune holding the ball, and we followed. I hadn't noticed it before, but there was a volleyball net set up. Misha and I took one end while Shizune and Miki took the other. Suzu laid on the sand, likely sleeping.
Miki and Shizune exchanged a nod and Shizune jumped into the air, tossing the ball up with one hand and smacking it with the other. The whole time, she had a determined and competitive look on her face. The ball came in my direction and my connected hands bumped the hard ball into the air and over their net.
This is going to be one hell of a game.
Eventually, Suzu woke up and became something of a referee, though she kept throwing insults at me. She seemed to be more of a one-sided ref.
The game dragged on for a while, the ball occasionally staying in the air for upwards of five minutes. Misha was surprisingly good, so she kept Shizune in a stalemate, as did I with Miki. The game ended with a tie, since three of us decided against getting a match point. Shizune was the only one who wanted to continue.
Miki, Suzu, and Shizune all hopped into the pool, since the ocean was out of the question, especially for Suzu. Misha went inside to grab something to drink and I decided to follow her. She didn't notice me following her, even as she opened the fridge. When she closed the fridge, she jumped.
"You scared me!" she said, huffing a little. After a brief second, she grinned and laughed it off. "So, what's up Adolf-chan?"
Shit, why was I following her? Something to do? Wait, I got something...
"Do you know Sean Lynch?" I asked. It was something that was at the back of my mind for a couple days.
Misha popped the top of her soda and took a sip, nodding. "Oh, Sean-chan. He was late on the first day of school. Shicchan and I showed him around during lunch."
"He's been here that long?" I didn't think he was at Yamaku that long.
Misha nodded. "Yep. Why?"
"No reason, he's just an old friend."
Misha's interest level: piqued. "Really?"
I was the one who nodded. "We went to school together back in the States. It's kind of weird, finding out that an old friend goes to the same school as you after you transfer, especially when you transfer to another nation." I decided against mentioning that I completely forgot who Sean was whenever we met in the common area.
Misha didn't laugh, and her voice wasn't as loud as usual. "That is kind of weird."
There was another thing bugging me. "Misha, why are you at Yamaku anyway?"
She did laugh at that. "I want to teach sign language!"
"Really?" It actually made sense, given how much she interpreted for Shizune.
"Yep!" Her drills bounced as she nodded. Her demeanor then became slightly serious, or as serious as Misha's face can become. "What about you Adolf-chan? An arrhythmia just like Hicchan, right?"
I shrugged and pulled out a chair to sit. Might as well tell someone. "Honestly, I don't know. I thought it was an arrhythmia, but I got to thinking Saturday morning and nothing adds up."
"How so?" She pulled out a chair as well and sat.
Though her interest and seriousness confused me, I began to explain to Misha what I meant. I mentioned everything that crossed my mind on the beach, from the lupus to the mental disorders. I even went as far as telling her what the head cardiologist said in May, about having an unhealthy combination of mental and physical disorders.
When I was done, Misha just took another sip of her soda. "I don't know what to say Adolf-chan." She stood, placing the can on the table, and her voice returned to normal. "But for now, we're on vacation! We should be having fun!"
She had a point. The whole point of the vacation was to have fun, not become bitter. I nodded and stood up as well.
"Hey Misha."
She had already started walking away, so she spun around on her heel and faced me, eyebrows raised. "Huh?"
"Thanks." Her eyebrows cocked. "For hearing me out."
Her brain registered what I said and she nodded with her wide smile. "Anytime, Adolf-chan! Now let's go have fun!"
She latched onto my arm and dragged me outside with her. She hopped into the pool, pulling me in with her. When I surfaced, Miki and Suzu were laughing at me.
"Sorry, Adolf-chan!" Misha apologized, embarrassed.
A grin found its way on my face while my hands pushed some water upward and into Misha's face. "It's okay, Misha. Just have to get you back."
She huffed, her drills straightening out due to the water. It looked better on her, to be perfectly honest. She pushed some water at me, only to miss and hit Suzu. Misha must have prayed to the Drill Gods, the Wahaha Gods, or something, because her actions caused a domino effect. Soon, the entire pool was a wave pool.
Misha's right, just have fun. And this is fun.
Our fun was interrupted, however, by a black-suited figure who happened to walk out from the house.
"Hey, don't get my suit wet!" Akira exclaimed. "Wankers," she added in English.
Scots call people 'wankers?' I was genuinely confused about that.
"Oh, hi Akichan!" Misha exclaimed. "Why are you here?"
Does she nickname everyone? A shorter, blue-haired person walked up to Akira's side. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl.
"Hi, Misha. I'm just dropping off Hideaki. Uncle asked me if I could, so I brought the twerp."
She raised a hand and ruffled Hideaki's hair. The name was familiar. If I was right, Lilly said that Shizune's little brother was named Hideaki, but this kid was as androgynous as Akira. Akira then noticed me.
"Oh, heya Adolf. Having a harem I see," she joked with a grin.
"You know it," I joked back.
"Oh, I almost forgot..." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a flier. "This was hanging on the front door."
"Can I see it?" Misha asked. Akira complied and held it in front of Misha's face. "This is for that one live house in Tokyo! And Ric- I mean, Ritsu's band is going to be playing!"
She didn't nickname Ritsu? And she knows about the band? Well, I guess the Council would know that.
"When do they play?" I asked, somewhat curious. Miki, Shizune, and Suzu were all lightly splashing each other with water.
"Tomorrow night," Misha replied before Akira snatched the flier away.
"I'll leave it on the kitchen table for you." She turned to walk away, ruffling Hideaki's hair once more. "I gotta get back to work, so I'll talk to you guys later."
She waved as she walked away and Hideaki awkwardly stood next to the pool. I seriously hoped he wasn't like his sister, citing the differences between Lilly and Akira as being my cause for hoping that.
"I'll be inside if you need me," he said almost monotonously. He quickly walked inside.
I turned back to Misha, Hideaki clearly not being a bro. "So, you want to go to this live house or whatever it is?"
Misha nodded. "Yep! We should, it'll be fun!"
I started to nod to indicate that she was being agreed with whenever she pushed some water at me. I pushed some water back and the pool became a wave pool once more. Misha really liked having fun.
AN: This chapter took a whole three or four days to type. This chapter is also part of a double upload, since the next chapter is the shortest one in this story so far.
Anyway, Anti-Bob, why're you so Anti-Bob? And I have nothing against Canadian bacon (okay, yes I do, but you're right, bacon is bacon). I also hope you, a Canadian, got the Kraft Dinner thing.
Not much to say, although I don't think this chapter was one of my better ones. The next chapter is experimental (I like doing that) and it will have no Author's Note at the end. I have no regrets in regards to writing it, but if you also read "Blind Sided" and have poor inferring skills, you may have a bit of the story spoiled. Again, only if you have poor inferring skills.
As usual, review and all that spaß scheiße.