Rant: All right, first of all, yes, Fuji was crying even if he didn't
admit it. ::Smiles:: Poor Fuji. Second, Fuji/Tezuka waff is not coming
up for a while, well, there's some in this chapter, but it's not rot your
teeth waff, that's the last chapter. ::Smiles:: Please stick with me till
then.
Oh yea, the temperature is measured in Celsius, 12 degrees is about 52~54 degrees, and 40 is about 102-104 ish. Just for random info.
This chapter is a bit rushed, because I gave myself a deadline of having a chapter done and posted by Monday, so please excuse all the mistakes. Though of course my computer hated me and didn't let me post until now.. ::Sniffs:: Thank you.
Chapter Four
The rain continued to fall, splashing into the puddles accumulated by the ditches near the sidewalk, creating little ripples that blend into one another. The school bell rung seconds ago, the echo still hung around the air, residing beside the chatters of the students leaving their classes.
Fuji Syusuke walked down the crowded stairways mindlessly, leaving behind imprints of his wet footsteps. The water dripped off everything as his hair plastered over his face; his soggy clothes formed his body.
People darted away from him as he paced down the hall to his literature classroom, muttering among themselves. Fuji stopped before his classroom and opened the door with one hand.
Wandering to his desk in slow motion and he bent to pick up his book bag. Hugging the bag to his chest, he turned gradually and faced Samaragi Sensei; and smiled. "Gomen Sensei, I was a bit distracted."
"Fuji." The woman whispered, as if trying to find out what was wrong. She stood from her seat at the desk and approached her student, who remained there with his usual smile on his face. "I heard from Raishirou Sensei that you didn't show up for his class, and Yoshiko also told me you. Um." She paused. "Skipped."
Fuji's grip on his book bag tightened, though his smile never slipped. "I was asleep Sensei, but I will make sure that never happen again."
"Syusuke, you know th."
Fuji interrupted before his teacher could finish her sentence. "Good day Sensei, my sister promised to pick me up today." The young man walked out of the classroom, leaving behind a nearly shocked female.
He wanted to laugh as he walked down the hallway. His sister promised to pick him up? Where did he come up with such a roughly done lie? He wanted to laugh at his stupidity, wanted to laugh at everything in this entire world.
But he couldn't. He couldn't even give a real smile.
All he could do was to pace down the hall blindly, watching the spot before his feet.
"Fuji!" A voice called out from behind as running footsteps caused a resonance in the hallway. A girl yelled and her friend screamed toward the approaching young man, who ignored them completely.
It was Kikumaru.
Fuji placed on another one of his fake smiles as he turned back toward his friend. "Nani?"
Kikumaru skid to a halt two feet away from him, hair flying in all different directions as he landed a perfect ten on his toes. Eiji straightened his form and leaned even closer to his friend. "Where were you? And what happened? You're all wet!"
Fuji shrugged slightly. "I fell asleep on the roof."
"Under the rain?!" Kikumaru nearly shouted. "How the hell did ya do that? I know you're weird and all, but falling sleep on the roof when it's about 12 degrees outside and raining none stop?"
Fuji added a mental note to never use that excuse again as he leaned against the wall near by. He felt lightheaded and needed the support.
"Tezuka was looking for you ya know." Eiji continued without pausing. "He was saying something about not forgetting about the favor. How is that Tezuka ask you for favors Fuji, neow~? Fuji? Fuji, are you paying attention!"
"Ah..ah." The young man looked from his half daze and grinned. "Of course I was paying attention. What did you ask again?" He beamed the question.
Kikumaru raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. "You weren't paying attention. What's wrong with you today, you look like something just died on you!" He turned slowly, tugging on his collars. "You should get some rest, and I'll get Oishi to get you some home remedy of some sort. He's good at things like that."
"No, that's all right, I'll be fine." Fuji shook his head and felt a wave of dizziness overwhelming him; he tried to blink it out, though that failed miserably and added more effects to the wooziness. The world tripled itself and spun, while the objects blurred.
Somehow, he knew he was falling, though it seemed to take forever for him to hit the ground. It didn't hurt; it was more like falling on layers of pillows rather than the hard floor, and it was more a muffed clap rather than a piercing thud like those actors in the movies did when they fell.
And somehow, the only thing he could think of was how weird Eiji's hair looked when it was tripled and attached to each other. He seemed to be screaming, Fuji winced and wished for his friend to shut up; the screams were messing more with his head.
"Fuji~! Holy shit! Oishi! Tezuka! Anyone!" His friend waved his arms around like those puppets in the puppet shows he saw when he was much younger, the one he accidentally loose when he wad five. Then the floor echoed foot steps approaching, who ever, no there was more than one, but they were advancing fast.
The last thing he saw was legs and feet. Then the darkness took over.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The ceiling stared back at him.
Fuji noticed the blankets that wrapped tightly around his body and the wet cloth over his head. There was closed to no light outside his window as he peeked through the cracks left open between the blinds, though it was hard to tell the time because it was still raining.
Fuji turned his head as he heard the door opening and found Yumiko standing there with a larger tray in her hands. She looked surprised, no; astonished was more the word to describe it. "Fuji." She spoke, though her voice did not match her face, she sounded calm. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Fine." He choked out the words. He sounded different, if he didn't know better; he would say he sounded like he was dying. Perhaps that was close to his situation then.
"Good." Yumiko responded, pacing over and placed the tray on the night stand. "I brought you some soup." She smiled. "You should be quite hungry right now."
Struggling to a sitting position, Fuji questioned as he reached out to the bowl of soup. "What time is it?" Okay, so he wasn't dying.
"It's about eleven thirty right now." Came the reply.
Fuji's head snapped up. Eleven thirty? That meant he passed out for. Six hours.
"You passed out in school today because of your fever." She smiled warmly as she sat down on the edge of his bed, toying with the bed sheets absently with one hand. "Do you remember that?"
He nodded, holding the soup bowl with one hand and the other held a spoon filled with chicken noodle soup. "I remember that." He slurped the soup; it had the saltiness of reheating, but still delicious.
"I didn't find out until I got home. You should feel a bit better now that I fed you the medicine an hour ago." She continued, flattening out his blanket and smoothed the sheets. "I was beginning to worry about you since you should not have practice because of the rain and if was already about seven. Then the door bell rang and there you were, on the back of your classmate."
"Eiji?" Fuji blinked. No, Eiji was about his height and could in no way lift him all the way to home.
"No," his sister confirmed his suspicion. "He called himself Kunimitsu." Holding out her hand to midair, she seemed to measure the distance between her palm and the floor. "He was handsome, about this tall, with glasses."
Tezuka.
Fuji flushed and thanked Kami-sama that his face should be red from the fever. He spun the spoon in his bowl of soup in a circular motion, listening intently to his sister.
"He carried you all the way here in the rain I think. He was soaked when he arrived, and the poor dear looked so worried." He giggled, covering her mouth with one hand. "He must be a very close friend that you never told me about."
Fuji truly smiled since lunch. Yes, Tezuka was a very close friend. Something in his chest released and the huge weight on his shoulders lifted, leaving him feeling much better despite the forty degree fever and the rain.
"But yes, he asked me to, want were the words he used? To accompany him to lunch on Saturday, he said something about asking you to ask me a couple of hours before you fainted. Do you know anything about that Syusuke?" Yumiko finished her sentence.
Fuji's smile shattered as he gawked at his soup, his mouth half open.
"Syusuke?" Yumiko turned her head toward her younger brother. "Are you all right?"
Silence was the reply as Fuji sustained his gaze into nothingness. Then he spoke, his words almost a whisper. "Ne-san, I don't think I'm hungry anymore. I'll go to bed now. Oyasumi."
". Oyasumi." Yumiko stood, flattening her skirt with one hands as she took the soup with the other. "Sweet dreams."
Darkness covered the room after a soft click of the lights and the closing of the door. Fuji sat alone on his bed, leaning against his pillow and stared at the black space before him.
He wanted to cry.
Oh yea, the temperature is measured in Celsius, 12 degrees is about 52~54 degrees, and 40 is about 102-104 ish. Just for random info.
This chapter is a bit rushed, because I gave myself a deadline of having a chapter done and posted by Monday, so please excuse all the mistakes. Though of course my computer hated me and didn't let me post until now.. ::Sniffs:: Thank you.
Chapter Four
The rain continued to fall, splashing into the puddles accumulated by the ditches near the sidewalk, creating little ripples that blend into one another. The school bell rung seconds ago, the echo still hung around the air, residing beside the chatters of the students leaving their classes.
Fuji Syusuke walked down the crowded stairways mindlessly, leaving behind imprints of his wet footsteps. The water dripped off everything as his hair plastered over his face; his soggy clothes formed his body.
People darted away from him as he paced down the hall to his literature classroom, muttering among themselves. Fuji stopped before his classroom and opened the door with one hand.
Wandering to his desk in slow motion and he bent to pick up his book bag. Hugging the bag to his chest, he turned gradually and faced Samaragi Sensei; and smiled. "Gomen Sensei, I was a bit distracted."
"Fuji." The woman whispered, as if trying to find out what was wrong. She stood from her seat at the desk and approached her student, who remained there with his usual smile on his face. "I heard from Raishirou Sensei that you didn't show up for his class, and Yoshiko also told me you. Um." She paused. "Skipped."
Fuji's grip on his book bag tightened, though his smile never slipped. "I was asleep Sensei, but I will make sure that never happen again."
"Syusuke, you know th."
Fuji interrupted before his teacher could finish her sentence. "Good day Sensei, my sister promised to pick me up today." The young man walked out of the classroom, leaving behind a nearly shocked female.
He wanted to laugh as he walked down the hallway. His sister promised to pick him up? Where did he come up with such a roughly done lie? He wanted to laugh at his stupidity, wanted to laugh at everything in this entire world.
But he couldn't. He couldn't even give a real smile.
All he could do was to pace down the hall blindly, watching the spot before his feet.
"Fuji!" A voice called out from behind as running footsteps caused a resonance in the hallway. A girl yelled and her friend screamed toward the approaching young man, who ignored them completely.
It was Kikumaru.
Fuji placed on another one of his fake smiles as he turned back toward his friend. "Nani?"
Kikumaru skid to a halt two feet away from him, hair flying in all different directions as he landed a perfect ten on his toes. Eiji straightened his form and leaned even closer to his friend. "Where were you? And what happened? You're all wet!"
Fuji shrugged slightly. "I fell asleep on the roof."
"Under the rain?!" Kikumaru nearly shouted. "How the hell did ya do that? I know you're weird and all, but falling sleep on the roof when it's about 12 degrees outside and raining none stop?"
Fuji added a mental note to never use that excuse again as he leaned against the wall near by. He felt lightheaded and needed the support.
"Tezuka was looking for you ya know." Eiji continued without pausing. "He was saying something about not forgetting about the favor. How is that Tezuka ask you for favors Fuji, neow~? Fuji? Fuji, are you paying attention!"
"Ah..ah." The young man looked from his half daze and grinned. "Of course I was paying attention. What did you ask again?" He beamed the question.
Kikumaru raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms. "You weren't paying attention. What's wrong with you today, you look like something just died on you!" He turned slowly, tugging on his collars. "You should get some rest, and I'll get Oishi to get you some home remedy of some sort. He's good at things like that."
"No, that's all right, I'll be fine." Fuji shook his head and felt a wave of dizziness overwhelming him; he tried to blink it out, though that failed miserably and added more effects to the wooziness. The world tripled itself and spun, while the objects blurred.
Somehow, he knew he was falling, though it seemed to take forever for him to hit the ground. It didn't hurt; it was more like falling on layers of pillows rather than the hard floor, and it was more a muffed clap rather than a piercing thud like those actors in the movies did when they fell.
And somehow, the only thing he could think of was how weird Eiji's hair looked when it was tripled and attached to each other. He seemed to be screaming, Fuji winced and wished for his friend to shut up; the screams were messing more with his head.
"Fuji~! Holy shit! Oishi! Tezuka! Anyone!" His friend waved his arms around like those puppets in the puppet shows he saw when he was much younger, the one he accidentally loose when he wad five. Then the floor echoed foot steps approaching, who ever, no there was more than one, but they were advancing fast.
The last thing he saw was legs and feet. Then the darkness took over.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The ceiling stared back at him.
Fuji noticed the blankets that wrapped tightly around his body and the wet cloth over his head. There was closed to no light outside his window as he peeked through the cracks left open between the blinds, though it was hard to tell the time because it was still raining.
Fuji turned his head as he heard the door opening and found Yumiko standing there with a larger tray in her hands. She looked surprised, no; astonished was more the word to describe it. "Fuji." She spoke, though her voice did not match her face, she sounded calm. "You're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Fine." He choked out the words. He sounded different, if he didn't know better; he would say he sounded like he was dying. Perhaps that was close to his situation then.
"Good." Yumiko responded, pacing over and placed the tray on the night stand. "I brought you some soup." She smiled. "You should be quite hungry right now."
Struggling to a sitting position, Fuji questioned as he reached out to the bowl of soup. "What time is it?" Okay, so he wasn't dying.
"It's about eleven thirty right now." Came the reply.
Fuji's head snapped up. Eleven thirty? That meant he passed out for. Six hours.
"You passed out in school today because of your fever." She smiled warmly as she sat down on the edge of his bed, toying with the bed sheets absently with one hand. "Do you remember that?"
He nodded, holding the soup bowl with one hand and the other held a spoon filled with chicken noodle soup. "I remember that." He slurped the soup; it had the saltiness of reheating, but still delicious.
"I didn't find out until I got home. You should feel a bit better now that I fed you the medicine an hour ago." She continued, flattening out his blanket and smoothed the sheets. "I was beginning to worry about you since you should not have practice because of the rain and if was already about seven. Then the door bell rang and there you were, on the back of your classmate."
"Eiji?" Fuji blinked. No, Eiji was about his height and could in no way lift him all the way to home.
"No," his sister confirmed his suspicion. "He called himself Kunimitsu." Holding out her hand to midair, she seemed to measure the distance between her palm and the floor. "He was handsome, about this tall, with glasses."
Tezuka.
Fuji flushed and thanked Kami-sama that his face should be red from the fever. He spun the spoon in his bowl of soup in a circular motion, listening intently to his sister.
"He carried you all the way here in the rain I think. He was soaked when he arrived, and the poor dear looked so worried." He giggled, covering her mouth with one hand. "He must be a very close friend that you never told me about."
Fuji truly smiled since lunch. Yes, Tezuka was a very close friend. Something in his chest released and the huge weight on his shoulders lifted, leaving him feeling much better despite the forty degree fever and the rain.
"But yes, he asked me to, want were the words he used? To accompany him to lunch on Saturday, he said something about asking you to ask me a couple of hours before you fainted. Do you know anything about that Syusuke?" Yumiko finished her sentence.
Fuji's smile shattered as he gawked at his soup, his mouth half open.
"Syusuke?" Yumiko turned her head toward her younger brother. "Are you all right?"
Silence was the reply as Fuji sustained his gaze into nothingness. Then he spoke, his words almost a whisper. "Ne-san, I don't think I'm hungry anymore. I'll go to bed now. Oyasumi."
". Oyasumi." Yumiko stood, flattening her skirt with one hands as she took the soup with the other. "Sweet dreams."
Darkness covered the room after a soft click of the lights and the closing of the door. Fuji sat alone on his bed, leaning against his pillow and stared at the black space before him.
He wanted to cry.
