Fear In a Bottle CHP. 3
By: Bl00deh Switch
The soft humming sound of a bumble bee plagued Youji, pounding in his skull, and adding to his headache. He was still in a hospital bed....How could a bumble bee be buzzing around? Unless the insect flew in from an opened window. Two forest green eyes opened, staring up at the color-less ceiling. It couldn't be. It was so hot in that room, Youji was suprised he didnt burst into flames. No way a window could be left open. A few more moments of buzzing, and the Play-Boy finally threw off the blankets from his body, and slowly made his way to a standing position. His breath seemed ragged as he panted, trying to loosen the collar of his thin, white hospital gown. Youji brought a hand up to his forehead, where the bandages were tightly wrapped, A dizzy spell was cast upon him for a moment, head pulsing dully. It was already morning time, Again. It had been at least a week since the encounter with Omi. The man already missed having somebody to talk to, Other than the doctors and nurses that constantly checked up on him. Come to think of it, Youji was beginning to worry about himself, The constant pains in his joints, and the fact that a 'minor concussion' had kept him in there so long. And the tests.. Oh the tests that were ran on him constantly. The man even had to be in the hospital's pediatric ward because of how childish he had been acting. Well......Actually, he was there because it was closer to the CATscan and emergency room. The oldest patient on the floor. Of course he wasn't embarassed. He had an annoying roommate. A young girl, around five or six years old. She had long straight, reddish-brown hair, and laughing eyes. Of course, she reminded him of a young Asuka, but that was just sick. She was definately not over eighteen.
*** Schuldig smirked mirthfully, at the back door of the flower shop. Pulling the door open, Crawford steps to the side, making way for Farfarello and Nagi to enter. The Irishman, deceptively quiet and almost sullen during the car ride, is filled to brimming with energy; Crawford can feel it and see it, the small tremors running along Farfarello's lean frame, the way his single eye flits from one place to the other. As he lets go of the door, the Irishman begins to walk down the corridor. "Farfarello," Crawford calls after him, "Remember to leave a few fingerprints." A silky chuckle is his answer. "And a lot of corpses," comes Nagi's voice from Crawford's side. As the American looks at him, the youth shrugs. "Just thought I'd say something." *To be Continued* A/N: that was even weirder. WAY weird. o_O r/r
The soft humming sound of a bumble bee plagued Youji, pounding in his skull, and adding to his headache. He was still in a hospital bed....How could a bumble bee be buzzing around? Unless the insect flew in from an opened window. Two forest green eyes opened, staring up at the color-less ceiling. It couldn't be. It was so hot in that room, Youji was suprised he didnt burst into flames. No way a window could be left open. A few more moments of buzzing, and the Play-Boy finally threw off the blankets from his body, and slowly made his way to a standing position. His breath seemed ragged as he panted, trying to loosen the collar of his thin, white hospital gown. Youji brought a hand up to his forehead, where the bandages were tightly wrapped, A dizzy spell was cast upon him for a moment, head pulsing dully. It was already morning time, Again. It had been at least a week since the encounter with Omi. The man already missed having somebody to talk to, Other than the doctors and nurses that constantly checked up on him. Come to think of it, Youji was beginning to worry about himself, The constant pains in his joints, and the fact that a 'minor concussion' had kept him in there so long. And the tests.. Oh the tests that were ran on him constantly. The man even had to be in the hospital's pediatric ward because of how childish he had been acting. Well......Actually, he was there because it was closer to the CATscan and emergency room. The oldest patient on the floor. Of course he wasn't embarassed. He had an annoying roommate. A young girl, around five or six years old. She had long straight, reddish-brown hair, and laughing eyes. Of course, she reminded him of a young Asuka, but that was just sick. She was definately not over eighteen.
*** Schuldig smirked mirthfully, at the back door of the flower shop. Pulling the door open, Crawford steps to the side, making way for Farfarello and Nagi to enter. The Irishman, deceptively quiet and almost sullen during the car ride, is filled to brimming with energy; Crawford can feel it and see it, the small tremors running along Farfarello's lean frame, the way his single eye flits from one place to the other. As he lets go of the door, the Irishman begins to walk down the corridor. "Farfarello," Crawford calls after him, "Remember to leave a few fingerprints." A silky chuckle is his answer. "And a lot of corpses," comes Nagi's voice from Crawford's side. As the American looks at him, the youth shrugs. "Just thought I'd say something." *To be Continued* A/N: that was even weirder. WAY weird. o_O r/r
