*****Author's Note:******
~~~This story was posted under another name which is being retired. Therefore, since I've completed this story, I decided to use my new pen name for this fic! So basically I'm stealing my own story and putting it up under my new name. So pleeeeeeeeease don't call me a fic stealer! It's mine, I promise!~~~
Noki's random thought: Has anyone seen my Llama?
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~*~*~PROMISES~*~*~
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By Noki
(Nokisama@msn.com)
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*Chapter 1*
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/Run away, far away…/
He was exhausting himself, he knew. He had to get away, away from the one chasing him. Who knew how much further he could go...
/Don't look back; I'm right behind you…/
He had stopped running before, but then it had found him, forcing him to get up, making him run... The pain in his side was throbbing as blood flowed to the ground, where it turned to crimson ice before hit the glassy surface of the dark floor and shattered...
/Stay away from him…/
He made a small desperate cry for help as his golden eyes, filled with tears and little hope, searched the area frantically. He kept running until he came to a large silver door. And he saw his reflection. His shirt was torn, his azure hair was soaked with sweat and lying limply around his dirt and blood-covered face. The crimson was everywhere...and where it showed, there was pain...
/If you go back to him…I'll kill you…/
The door had no handle.
/Stay away!!!/
Screaming, he ran to the door and thrust his weight against it, in hopes that something would happen...Slamming his fist against the metallic door, pain shot through him as blood dripped from his hand. And still, the door remained as it was.
"SOMEBODY!" came his weakened scream as he withdrew a knife and began slicing at the door in a desperate panic. "GET ME OUT, HELP ME, PLEASE!" The edge broke off of the weapon, where it clattered to the floor. The boy stared, then burst into hysterics. As he lowered himself helplessly to the ground, his hand made a blood trail in a small semi-circle. Then he curled up against the door, with nowhere else to run to, and waited./
* * *
Nokoru paused half-signature, waited for it, and sneezed for the 4th time in a row. Sighing, he went back to his signature and almost finished it when he sneezed again, causing the "a" at the end of Imonoyama to become long and crooked. Frowning, he sat up straight on his bed and set his pen down. Signing things now was dangerous. He'd been sick since last night, but thanks to Suoh, all his paperwork had been shipped directly to his mansion where he could work on paperwork to 'take his mind off of being sick.'
Take his mind off of it. Ha. Nokoru hadn't forgotten since it started. And the paperwork was becoming more like a virus than the cold was!
Nokoru rarely got sick, but when he did, it usually left him stuck in his room until it passed. One of his reasons for staying home was so he couldn't get anyone else sick. Which he used as an excuse as to why he couldn't come to the council room to work on his paperwork. Logical, he thought.
But Suoh had taken this opportunity to ship all of the backlogged paperwork directly to his Kaichou. (Who would have killed him if he'd been well enough.)
Nokoru took a look around his bedroom. Towers of white lined the walls of the room, piled on top of the desks, and flowed out of the closet. The door was the only thing not hindered by the infringing paperwork. He sighed. /Thanks a lot, Suoh. /
Suddenly, Nokoru shivered involuntarily. Slightly confused, Nokoru waited to see if it passed. He was hit by a harsh cold wave in response to his waiting, and Nokoru clutched at the sheets.
/…The …Hell…?!…/
A quickly as it came it dissolved into another sneeze. Shaking it off, the young blond muttered, "…hate being sick…ugh…" and shoved the paperwork to the floor. He would work on it in the morning. Picking up his pen and setting it on his nightstand, he also flicked out the lamp. But before he went to grab his blankets from the bottom of the bed, the curtains to the window blew in slightly, rocked by the springtime breezes of the night.
Willing himself to get up, Nokoru shifted and placed his feet on the ground. He stood dizzily, waited for his head to clear, then made his way to the large window. He was going to slide it shut when his fingers stopped on the latch.
The window was closed.
And yet the curtains still moved.
Nokoru backed up a few steps, staring in wonder. Part of him wanted to investigate, but the demanding half told him that he was hallucinating and that he should get some much-needed sleep.
Backing the rest of the way to the end of the bed, Nokoru sat and looked on for a few more minutes before crawling up to the pillows and closing his eyes. Reaching down for the blankets that had been there seconds before, he came up empty-handed. Shifting onto his elbow to look back, Nokoru saw that the blankets were no longer there. More than just a little curious, he went to the edge of the bed and peered down. His blankets lay strewn on his floor below him.
Reaching down quickly, he snatched them up and brought them onto the bed. Pausing a moment to make sure nothing else was going to happen, he lay back onto his pillows, burying himself under the blankets, and sneezed.
/I *hate* being sick…!/
* * *
With Nokoru ill, and the Council Room being paper-free for the first time in its existence, Akira waited for Suoh to arrive. Pouring himself a cup of tea, Akira relaxed back into the couch. Looking back around the room, Akira shivered. The room was scary with no work in sight. /Maybe this was why Kaichou never does it…it seems so empty…/
The door clicked open, and Akira looked up to see Suoh walk in, wrapping a white cotton gauze around his wrist. Akira was about to say something when Suoh cut in quickly, "Just a scratch from Hahaue and today's early morning training session."
"Ah," Akira said, pouring a second cup of tea and handing it to Suoh's outstretched good hand. "Arigato, Ijyuin," Suoh said before taking a long sip. Akira grinned. "Douitashimashite!"
Setting the cup onto the table, Suoh sat on the couch opposite of Akira. "I'll be leaving soon, Ijyuin, I'm going to go and visit Kaichou. Make sure he's doing his paperwork and everything…" Suoh grinned. "Would you like to come and watch him lose yet another paperwork battle?"
Akira giggled, but shook his head. "I can't, my mothers wanted me home early to make them lunch. But let me know how it ends up…as if I couldn't figure THAT one out!" Suoh's grin widened and he nodded.
"Yeah, eventually he gets to working on it, whether he likes it or not."
"Sou desu ne."
Standing, Suoh walked over to his desk and pulled a few things out of his drawer. "I'll be back later this evening to finish up a few things."
Akira nodded. "Hai, the same goes for me."
Suoh took out a pen and started writing on a document on his desk. Pausing, Suoh stopped. He was holding a black pen, and yet the ink was…red.
It was one of those pens that were clear on the side to show the loose ink on the inside. Examining it more closely, Suoh saw the deep red of the ink as he shifted it back and forth, watching it flow from side to side.
Given, it was only a pen, but Suoh had just used this pen the day before and it had been black ink.
Suoh caught sight of the bandage on his wrist. The crimson was soaking through. He would need another bandage soon enough. He looked back to the pen.
The ink was black.
Eyes widening slightly, Suoh scribbled onto a blank piece of paper.
Black.
"…Takamura-senpai?"
Suoh's head snapped up and he looked at Akira. "Hai?"
"Is everything okay?"
Suoh capped the pen and shoved it in his pocket. Grabbing a few pieces of paper, Suoh shut the drawer and walked towards the door. "Hai, Ijyuin…I'm leaving now."
Akira, slightly puzzled, nodded. "Okay…I'll see you later!"
Suoh nodded absently in return and walked out the door.
~~~This story was posted under another name which is being retired. Therefore, since I've completed this story, I decided to use my new pen name for this fic! So basically I'm stealing my own story and putting it up under my new name. So pleeeeeeeeease don't call me a fic stealer! It's mine, I promise!~~~
Noki's random thought: Has anyone seen my Llama?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~
~*~*~PROMISES~*~*~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~
By Noki
(Nokisama@msn.com)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Chapter 1*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
/Run away, far away…/
He was exhausting himself, he knew. He had to get away, away from the one chasing him. Who knew how much further he could go...
/Don't look back; I'm right behind you…/
He had stopped running before, but then it had found him, forcing him to get up, making him run... The pain in his side was throbbing as blood flowed to the ground, where it turned to crimson ice before hit the glassy surface of the dark floor and shattered...
/Stay away from him…/
He made a small desperate cry for help as his golden eyes, filled with tears and little hope, searched the area frantically. He kept running until he came to a large silver door. And he saw his reflection. His shirt was torn, his azure hair was soaked with sweat and lying limply around his dirt and blood-covered face. The crimson was everywhere...and where it showed, there was pain...
/If you go back to him…I'll kill you…/
The door had no handle.
/Stay away!!!/
Screaming, he ran to the door and thrust his weight against it, in hopes that something would happen...Slamming his fist against the metallic door, pain shot through him as blood dripped from his hand. And still, the door remained as it was.
"SOMEBODY!" came his weakened scream as he withdrew a knife and began slicing at the door in a desperate panic. "GET ME OUT, HELP ME, PLEASE!" The edge broke off of the weapon, where it clattered to the floor. The boy stared, then burst into hysterics. As he lowered himself helplessly to the ground, his hand made a blood trail in a small semi-circle. Then he curled up against the door, with nowhere else to run to, and waited./
* * *
Nokoru paused half-signature, waited for it, and sneezed for the 4th time in a row. Sighing, he went back to his signature and almost finished it when he sneezed again, causing the "a" at the end of Imonoyama to become long and crooked. Frowning, he sat up straight on his bed and set his pen down. Signing things now was dangerous. He'd been sick since last night, but thanks to Suoh, all his paperwork had been shipped directly to his mansion where he could work on paperwork to 'take his mind off of being sick.'
Take his mind off of it. Ha. Nokoru hadn't forgotten since it started. And the paperwork was becoming more like a virus than the cold was!
Nokoru rarely got sick, but when he did, it usually left him stuck in his room until it passed. One of his reasons for staying home was so he couldn't get anyone else sick. Which he used as an excuse as to why he couldn't come to the council room to work on his paperwork. Logical, he thought.
But Suoh had taken this opportunity to ship all of the backlogged paperwork directly to his Kaichou. (Who would have killed him if he'd been well enough.)
Nokoru took a look around his bedroom. Towers of white lined the walls of the room, piled on top of the desks, and flowed out of the closet. The door was the only thing not hindered by the infringing paperwork. He sighed. /Thanks a lot, Suoh. /
Suddenly, Nokoru shivered involuntarily. Slightly confused, Nokoru waited to see if it passed. He was hit by a harsh cold wave in response to his waiting, and Nokoru clutched at the sheets.
/…The …Hell…?!…/
A quickly as it came it dissolved into another sneeze. Shaking it off, the young blond muttered, "…hate being sick…ugh…" and shoved the paperwork to the floor. He would work on it in the morning. Picking up his pen and setting it on his nightstand, he also flicked out the lamp. But before he went to grab his blankets from the bottom of the bed, the curtains to the window blew in slightly, rocked by the springtime breezes of the night.
Willing himself to get up, Nokoru shifted and placed his feet on the ground. He stood dizzily, waited for his head to clear, then made his way to the large window. He was going to slide it shut when his fingers stopped on the latch.
The window was closed.
And yet the curtains still moved.
Nokoru backed up a few steps, staring in wonder. Part of him wanted to investigate, but the demanding half told him that he was hallucinating and that he should get some much-needed sleep.
Backing the rest of the way to the end of the bed, Nokoru sat and looked on for a few more minutes before crawling up to the pillows and closing his eyes. Reaching down for the blankets that had been there seconds before, he came up empty-handed. Shifting onto his elbow to look back, Nokoru saw that the blankets were no longer there. More than just a little curious, he went to the edge of the bed and peered down. His blankets lay strewn on his floor below him.
Reaching down quickly, he snatched them up and brought them onto the bed. Pausing a moment to make sure nothing else was going to happen, he lay back onto his pillows, burying himself under the blankets, and sneezed.
/I *hate* being sick…!/
* * *
With Nokoru ill, and the Council Room being paper-free for the first time in its existence, Akira waited for Suoh to arrive. Pouring himself a cup of tea, Akira relaxed back into the couch. Looking back around the room, Akira shivered. The room was scary with no work in sight. /Maybe this was why Kaichou never does it…it seems so empty…/
The door clicked open, and Akira looked up to see Suoh walk in, wrapping a white cotton gauze around his wrist. Akira was about to say something when Suoh cut in quickly, "Just a scratch from Hahaue and today's early morning training session."
"Ah," Akira said, pouring a second cup of tea and handing it to Suoh's outstretched good hand. "Arigato, Ijyuin," Suoh said before taking a long sip. Akira grinned. "Douitashimashite!"
Setting the cup onto the table, Suoh sat on the couch opposite of Akira. "I'll be leaving soon, Ijyuin, I'm going to go and visit Kaichou. Make sure he's doing his paperwork and everything…" Suoh grinned. "Would you like to come and watch him lose yet another paperwork battle?"
Akira giggled, but shook his head. "I can't, my mothers wanted me home early to make them lunch. But let me know how it ends up…as if I couldn't figure THAT one out!" Suoh's grin widened and he nodded.
"Yeah, eventually he gets to working on it, whether he likes it or not."
"Sou desu ne."
Standing, Suoh walked over to his desk and pulled a few things out of his drawer. "I'll be back later this evening to finish up a few things."
Akira nodded. "Hai, the same goes for me."
Suoh took out a pen and started writing on a document on his desk. Pausing, Suoh stopped. He was holding a black pen, and yet the ink was…red.
It was one of those pens that were clear on the side to show the loose ink on the inside. Examining it more closely, Suoh saw the deep red of the ink as he shifted it back and forth, watching it flow from side to side.
Given, it was only a pen, but Suoh had just used this pen the day before and it had been black ink.
Suoh caught sight of the bandage on his wrist. The crimson was soaking through. He would need another bandage soon enough. He looked back to the pen.
The ink was black.
Eyes widening slightly, Suoh scribbled onto a blank piece of paper.
Black.
"…Takamura-senpai?"
Suoh's head snapped up and he looked at Akira. "Hai?"
"Is everything okay?"
Suoh capped the pen and shoved it in his pocket. Grabbing a few pieces of paper, Suoh shut the drawer and walked towards the door. "Hai, Ijyuin…I'm leaving now."
Akira, slightly puzzled, nodded. "Okay…I'll see you later!"
Suoh nodded absently in return and walked out the door.