DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 10:05 a.m.
Everything was a repeat of what happened just a few weeks ago . Ken was once more in the Êstet building , being examined by the same team of specialists and surgeons .
Crawford had gone somewhere the time Ken had drove off to the field but he had called Schuldich to tell him that he'll be there soon .
Meanwhile , the doctors were in the room for an eternity . Finally reemerging with relieved looks on their faces . Ken wasn't hurt too badly , the foreman said that he had received only a concussion
[ whether mild or severe , they didn't say ] and a deep gash on his forehead that was sure to heal , and with proper care , would leave no sign that it had ever been there .
Ken was awake in just a few hours , demanding painkillers at the top of his voice . Schuldich and Nagi were soon in his room .
Ken was still dressed in his soccer clothes with the minor exception of his shoes , they had been replaced with sandals . He was sitting on the edge of his bed , rubbing his thickly bandaged head , and blinking dazedly . The moment they entered though , he assumed his normal warm disposition , obviously , he had no intention of worrying them any further .
" You little ass ! You almost scared me to death !" Schuldich yelled , striding casually through the door , despite his anxiousness .
Ken grinned and gave him a wink . " That's my job . I've never managed it though ."
Schuldich laughed at the impetuous remark .
" What happened ?"
Schuldich sighed . Nagi was always too serious . Who cares , right ? As long as Ken stayed alive and kicking , that was fine with him .
" I don't know ."
Ken was a bit hesitant , Schuldich noticed . Was something wrong ?
" I was driving and then , I was feeling a bit dizzy , and before I knew it , the car [ sorry about the car , Schu ] hit the tree , and bonk ! I was gone ."
" Why would you pass out for no reason ? They'd better give you a thorough check-up ." Nagi decided out loud . He wasn't about to let anything more serious happen to Ken . Ken , who was the most important person in his life right now .
" No way José ! I can't stand it here . You're killing me !" Ken yelled in protest . His hands held up in a sign of objection . " You can't make me stay here even if you guard the door with a herd of wild horses stomping back and forth ."
Nagi finally relented with a disappointed sigh . There was nothing he could do to make the older boy stay , and he was quite aware of Ken's obstinacy and that it was impossible to keep him there if he had no inclination to do so . He had an overwhelming urge to whack that bandaged impertinent head with a stick . God help him .
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DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 12:02 a.m.
~ Aya ~
I don't really know what to think anymore . My world has turned in a direction I can't even begin to decipher .
Perhaps today has been the most confusing day of my life .
It had started as every day of the past few weeks had , with me feeling so miserable and useless . I rolled out of my bed , wide awake . I haven't slept fitfully for the past few weeks , ever since the day we heard Ken's voice so desperately shouting through the communicator . I still can't forget how he had sounded . the fear , the anger , the despondency in his voice , all melted into one sharp dagger piercing my heart . He had shouted my name . MY NAME . and he had asked for help . and then he was . gone . Only static had replaced the sound of his voice .
I had been living throughout this time in hopelessness . Living in a gray oblivion . I was numb . I couldn't cry anymore , the nights have spent my tears . I could no longer shout in anger , the days have faded it off . Now there is nothing but shades of gray . No anger , no pain , no happiness . My own personal purgatory .
It's the second time the most important person to me in the world had been stolen from under my nose and I *still* don't know what to do . I'm the personification of the saying " you can't teach an old dog new tricks ". I guess that's supposed to be funny . Somebody would find it hilarious that the cold-blooded bastard , Aya Fujimiya quotes silly expressions in his thoughts . I don't find it funny though . I can't find anything funny about anything or anyone anymore .
And then . today . I find him in some place where he had gone every Saturday since I had known him . A place where he said he belonged . I'm not really sure what brought me there . I certainly haven't gone there since the last Saturday I was with him , it brought back too many memories , and yet , there he was .
I didn't know what to think , but I was happy to see him .
I called out his name . I just wanted to touch him , to know that he was real , that I wasn't walking through the streets imagining him , and when he had turned when he heard his name , I just knew that it was really him . But he looked at me as if I was a stranger , and he fled .
What had happened ? What did I do to scare him away ?
I don't know . God knows I don't know .
I ran after him , but he had jumped into a car and disappeared . At that moment , pain had replaced the numbness . The pain of losing someone all over again . then , an explosion tore my heart , I knew something had happened . I ran , and I ran , until I caught sight of the car he was driving twisted in the sidewalk . I feared for his life . I prayed to God , I prayed to Buddha , hell , I even prayed to Persia that Ken would survive , and out of that wreck came Schuldich . with Ken in his arms .
I was confused , but I wasn't about to let them take Ken one more time , but they had already put him inside the car and raced away .
Now that I think back , I still wonder why Schuldich had taken so much care of him . I remember how gently he had placed him on the seat of his car . Did it mean something ?
No . I'm not fooled by their pretenses , I know that they need the chip , and I know Ken wouldn't live long if I don't find him soon .
There is still a torrent of questions left unanswered . How did he escape ? Why hadn't he gone to Koneko no Sumu Ie ? and most importantly of all . why had he run away from me ?
The answers eluded me , and the questions haunted me .
I stare at the picture someone had taken of us just a few months ago . It was his birthday and I had given a camera . Something he had wanted for a long time . He grinned at me , that beautiful smile of his and insisted that we should have a picture of us together . The very first picture that camera would make . I was almost embarrassed when he pulled a stranger's arm and asked him if he could take a picture of us together . The young man had obliged , and now here it was , reminding me of how much I missed him .
I love looking at the picture , every night since I had gotten it , I would look at it , when he's asleep . I love him . I love his smile , his laugh , his unerring trust . I love everything about him .
What demon am I that everything I touch , everything I love just vanishes in a spray of smoke and dust ?
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*sigh* I didn't think Aya was capable of being soooo poetic . I kinda like him here in this fic , you know , the handsome dashing redhead angsting so poetically , it makes someone want to melt . Of course , there are other redheads and a brunette vying for Ken's love and devotion , one might just wonder whom he will end up with in the end . After all , nothing is as it seems right ?
I send my thanks all the usual people who have reviewed so faithfully ; you know who you are ! ^^;
Don't worry Jin , I'll work on this fic and Sword Buried Deep as fast as my life and schedule could permit me . I might even post the next chapter soon ! ^^;
Ohohohoh ! PLUSHIES !!!!
Everything was a repeat of what happened just a few weeks ago . Ken was once more in the Êstet building , being examined by the same team of specialists and surgeons .
Crawford had gone somewhere the time Ken had drove off to the field but he had called Schuldich to tell him that he'll be there soon .
Meanwhile , the doctors were in the room for an eternity . Finally reemerging with relieved looks on their faces . Ken wasn't hurt too badly , the foreman said that he had received only a concussion
[ whether mild or severe , they didn't say ] and a deep gash on his forehead that was sure to heal , and with proper care , would leave no sign that it had ever been there .
Ken was awake in just a few hours , demanding painkillers at the top of his voice . Schuldich and Nagi were soon in his room .
Ken was still dressed in his soccer clothes with the minor exception of his shoes , they had been replaced with sandals . He was sitting on the edge of his bed , rubbing his thickly bandaged head , and blinking dazedly . The moment they entered though , he assumed his normal warm disposition , obviously , he had no intention of worrying them any further .
" You little ass ! You almost scared me to death !" Schuldich yelled , striding casually through the door , despite his anxiousness .
Ken grinned and gave him a wink . " That's my job . I've never managed it though ."
Schuldich laughed at the impetuous remark .
" What happened ?"
Schuldich sighed . Nagi was always too serious . Who cares , right ? As long as Ken stayed alive and kicking , that was fine with him .
" I don't know ."
Ken was a bit hesitant , Schuldich noticed . Was something wrong ?
" I was driving and then , I was feeling a bit dizzy , and before I knew it , the car [ sorry about the car , Schu ] hit the tree , and bonk ! I was gone ."
" Why would you pass out for no reason ? They'd better give you a thorough check-up ." Nagi decided out loud . He wasn't about to let anything more serious happen to Ken . Ken , who was the most important person in his life right now .
" No way José ! I can't stand it here . You're killing me !" Ken yelled in protest . His hands held up in a sign of objection . " You can't make me stay here even if you guard the door with a herd of wild horses stomping back and forth ."
Nagi finally relented with a disappointed sigh . There was nothing he could do to make the older boy stay , and he was quite aware of Ken's obstinacy and that it was impossible to keep him there if he had no inclination to do so . He had an overwhelming urge to whack that bandaged impertinent head with a stick . God help him .
- - -
DATE : May 25 DAY : Saturday TIME : 12:02 a.m.
~ Aya ~
I don't really know what to think anymore . My world has turned in a direction I can't even begin to decipher .
Perhaps today has been the most confusing day of my life .
It had started as every day of the past few weeks had , with me feeling so miserable and useless . I rolled out of my bed , wide awake . I haven't slept fitfully for the past few weeks , ever since the day we heard Ken's voice so desperately shouting through the communicator . I still can't forget how he had sounded . the fear , the anger , the despondency in his voice , all melted into one sharp dagger piercing my heart . He had shouted my name . MY NAME . and he had asked for help . and then he was . gone . Only static had replaced the sound of his voice .
I had been living throughout this time in hopelessness . Living in a gray oblivion . I was numb . I couldn't cry anymore , the nights have spent my tears . I could no longer shout in anger , the days have faded it off . Now there is nothing but shades of gray . No anger , no pain , no happiness . My own personal purgatory .
It's the second time the most important person to me in the world had been stolen from under my nose and I *still* don't know what to do . I'm the personification of the saying " you can't teach an old dog new tricks ". I guess that's supposed to be funny . Somebody would find it hilarious that the cold-blooded bastard , Aya Fujimiya quotes silly expressions in his thoughts . I don't find it funny though . I can't find anything funny about anything or anyone anymore .
And then . today . I find him in some place where he had gone every Saturday since I had known him . A place where he said he belonged . I'm not really sure what brought me there . I certainly haven't gone there since the last Saturday I was with him , it brought back too many memories , and yet , there he was .
I didn't know what to think , but I was happy to see him .
I called out his name . I just wanted to touch him , to know that he was real , that I wasn't walking through the streets imagining him , and when he had turned when he heard his name , I just knew that it was really him . But he looked at me as if I was a stranger , and he fled .
What had happened ? What did I do to scare him away ?
I don't know . God knows I don't know .
I ran after him , but he had jumped into a car and disappeared . At that moment , pain had replaced the numbness . The pain of losing someone all over again . then , an explosion tore my heart , I knew something had happened . I ran , and I ran , until I caught sight of the car he was driving twisted in the sidewalk . I feared for his life . I prayed to God , I prayed to Buddha , hell , I even prayed to Persia that Ken would survive , and out of that wreck came Schuldich . with Ken in his arms .
I was confused , but I wasn't about to let them take Ken one more time , but they had already put him inside the car and raced away .
Now that I think back , I still wonder why Schuldich had taken so much care of him . I remember how gently he had placed him on the seat of his car . Did it mean something ?
No . I'm not fooled by their pretenses , I know that they need the chip , and I know Ken wouldn't live long if I don't find him soon .
There is still a torrent of questions left unanswered . How did he escape ? Why hadn't he gone to Koneko no Sumu Ie ? and most importantly of all . why had he run away from me ?
The answers eluded me , and the questions haunted me .
I stare at the picture someone had taken of us just a few months ago . It was his birthday and I had given a camera . Something he had wanted for a long time . He grinned at me , that beautiful smile of his and insisted that we should have a picture of us together . The very first picture that camera would make . I was almost embarrassed when he pulled a stranger's arm and asked him if he could take a picture of us together . The young man had obliged , and now here it was , reminding me of how much I missed him .
I love looking at the picture , every night since I had gotten it , I would look at it , when he's asleep . I love him . I love his smile , his laugh , his unerring trust . I love everything about him .
What demon am I that everything I touch , everything I love just vanishes in a spray of smoke and dust ?
- - -
*sigh* I didn't think Aya was capable of being soooo poetic . I kinda like him here in this fic , you know , the handsome dashing redhead angsting so poetically , it makes someone want to melt . Of course , there are other redheads and a brunette vying for Ken's love and devotion , one might just wonder whom he will end up with in the end . After all , nothing is as it seems right ?
I send my thanks all the usual people who have reviewed so faithfully ; you know who you are ! ^^;
Don't worry Jin , I'll work on this fic and Sword Buried Deep as fast as my life and schedule could permit me . I might even post the next chapter soon ! ^^;
Ohohohoh ! PLUSHIES !!!!