Authors Note: Hey, well Chapter 2 is finally up ! Sorry if I took too
long. I'm making them short for a reason, so don't nag me about that,
kies? Well, if you really want to....
Chapter Two:
Silence. Brilliant light blinds sight, devoid of touch and of all privileges of the body. But there is pain...so much pain. Shock numbs logic to panicked incoherency.
Yuki...
Where was Yuki? His touch would conceal his pain, comfort, soothe....
Darkness teased at consciousness. Within it was a calm peace where no pain existed...H wanted to be closer...closer to this abyss.
~Yuki...~
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Black suede shoes whispered against the tiled flooring of the hospital, scents assailing his senses to a dizzying array of ointments and death.
Death...
Tears of those stripped of their loved one's mingled and seeped into the uncaring dull carpet of the waiting room where Tomoe awaited on opposite side, standing at his entrance..
"Eiri-san.." he replied in his low smooth voice, traveling over the distance between them.
Distance is diminished as he move to his side, eyes revealing nothing of the turmoil coiling deep within his chest, heavy with each breath. Yuki would have asked of the situation, if not for the shadow that distracted his attention.
A tall man attired in the customary doctors garments stood with sullen features that always seemed to adorn them, hand lifting to idly lift the glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "Are you Shindou Shuiichi's relative?"
He speak nothing, allowing Tomoe to explain of whatever he wants. It was expected when the voice of Seguchi explained softly that Eiri was of 'close relation' to the young singer. The only response of the doctor was a raised eye brow, before sitting down across from them and describing Shindou's situations.
"Witnesses said that they saw Shindou cross the street without even looking. A car hit him straight on and knocked him flying a few feet. From what the x-rays show, he has a few broken ribs, a fractured leg, and a mild concussion. He hasn't woken up yet, though there are no concerns at the moment...though things can worsen or get better. It depends on him."
The writer closed out the rest of their discussion, leaning into the false comforts of the chair where arms propped atop it's wooden limbs. Without looking...It wasn't normal for his lover to be careless. Minus the time he had almost run over him at their second meeting..but such things excluded. What was on his mind that had stolen his awareness?
Lips twisted into a grimace, coaled orbs igniting beneath the curtain of gold.
Had it been his criticism to the new lyrics? The youth had asked of his opinions many times and yet had never cared when he had called it crap, even seemed to not pay it much thought. What was so different about these lyrics that distracted him enough?
Hand lifted to massage index finger against his temple, lids closing over and stifling a moan against his thoughts.
Tomoe had seemed to notice my frustration as he felt a gentle hand laid atop his arm.
"Eiri-san..." Lids revealed a concerned face looking into long-time friend. "Would you like to go see Shindou-kun?"
A scowl accented the writer's lips as he pushed myself from the chair.
"No..."
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Ending Note:
Aww, poor Shindou-kun! How is he feeling now, and will he recover ? And what about Eiri-san...Why wont he visit his young lover? Find out in the up-coming Chapters! n.n
Chapter Two:
Silence. Brilliant light blinds sight, devoid of touch and of all privileges of the body. But there is pain...so much pain. Shock numbs logic to panicked incoherency.
Yuki...
Where was Yuki? His touch would conceal his pain, comfort, soothe....
Darkness teased at consciousness. Within it was a calm peace where no pain existed...H wanted to be closer...closer to this abyss.
~Yuki...~
~~~~~~~~~~
Black suede shoes whispered against the tiled flooring of the hospital, scents assailing his senses to a dizzying array of ointments and death.
Death...
Tears of those stripped of their loved one's mingled and seeped into the uncaring dull carpet of the waiting room where Tomoe awaited on opposite side, standing at his entrance..
"Eiri-san.." he replied in his low smooth voice, traveling over the distance between them.
Distance is diminished as he move to his side, eyes revealing nothing of the turmoil coiling deep within his chest, heavy with each breath. Yuki would have asked of the situation, if not for the shadow that distracted his attention.
A tall man attired in the customary doctors garments stood with sullen features that always seemed to adorn them, hand lifting to idly lift the glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "Are you Shindou Shuiichi's relative?"
He speak nothing, allowing Tomoe to explain of whatever he wants. It was expected when the voice of Seguchi explained softly that Eiri was of 'close relation' to the young singer. The only response of the doctor was a raised eye brow, before sitting down across from them and describing Shindou's situations.
"Witnesses said that they saw Shindou cross the street without even looking. A car hit him straight on and knocked him flying a few feet. From what the x-rays show, he has a few broken ribs, a fractured leg, and a mild concussion. He hasn't woken up yet, though there are no concerns at the moment...though things can worsen or get better. It depends on him."
The writer closed out the rest of their discussion, leaning into the false comforts of the chair where arms propped atop it's wooden limbs. Without looking...It wasn't normal for his lover to be careless. Minus the time he had almost run over him at their second meeting..but such things excluded. What was on his mind that had stolen his awareness?
Lips twisted into a grimace, coaled orbs igniting beneath the curtain of gold.
Had it been his criticism to the new lyrics? The youth had asked of his opinions many times and yet had never cared when he had called it crap, even seemed to not pay it much thought. What was so different about these lyrics that distracted him enough?
Hand lifted to massage index finger against his temple, lids closing over and stifling a moan against his thoughts.
Tomoe had seemed to notice my frustration as he felt a gentle hand laid atop his arm.
"Eiri-san..." Lids revealed a concerned face looking into long-time friend. "Would you like to go see Shindou-kun?"
A scowl accented the writer's lips as he pushed myself from the chair.
"No..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Ending Note:
Aww, poor Shindou-kun! How is he feeling now, and will he recover ? And what about Eiri-san...Why wont he visit his young lover? Find out in the up-coming Chapters! n.n