Fear In a Bottle
By: Bl00deh Switch
Disclaimer:........
A/N: Chapter 6. Weird. Schuldig and Farfarello muses in this Chapter. and Of course Youji too.
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Youji felt pressure on his stomach. Trying to break free of the weight on him failed, while his eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Eriko...."
His voice was slightly annoyed, though he spoke with a smile.
The cheerful little girl slowly slid off of him, laughter bubbling forth as she moved closer to his head, sitting on edge of Youji's pillow.
"Youji...."
She mocked him happily, matching the same tone, but laughing quietly after.
Those of you who didn't know yet, Eriko is blind. She had been playing with her twin brother, Yuta, a day after Youji had been admitted into the Pediatric ward. They were both only four years old. Eriko had slipped and fell, hitting the back of her head and losing her sight permanently, while fracturing her skull.
Youji's forest green eyes watched the girl, as she fiddled with the daisy chain around her neck. He had made her when they were in the yard.
Eriko didn't know he was watching, nor did she care. A content smile was on her face as she began to crawl around Youji's matress, and when she got too close to the edge, he was there to make sure she didnt fall.
It was harder for him to walk now, and Youji didn't bother to try.
Often times the nurse would bring a wheelchair so he could go outside with Eriko, sit in the grass and ignore the pain in his joints, while watching the girl stumble around with her arms outstretched.
She was getting better now, ready to be checked out of the hospital at any time. Her parents had come to take her out, but she insisted on staying a bit longer, to be with Youji.
They agreed and often visited her, bringing her flowers and teddy bears, and get well soon cards, while Youji looked on, from sitting upright in the bed across the room.
Eriko wasn't a brat. She was a nice girl.
One who Youji cared for.
Right now a nurse came in with Their breakfast, Youji watching carefully as the nurse,
Cynthia,
Guided Eri to her bed. With a minor scold, Cynthia, (who had some strange family tie with Eriko) Gave the girl her food trey.
"Mr.Kudou is not well, You shouldn't be bothering him like that."
Youji frowned at the comment, in his mind, he repeated the part he didnt like the most.
'Not well,'
As the nurse handed out Youji's lunch, he smiled at her, thanking the nurse with a warm:
"Thanks..."
She exited the room swiftly, the sound of her feet shuffling down the polished hallway floor. It echoed in his ears, and he frowned once again, watching Eriko.
Something wasn't right....
Youji narrowed his eyes at the girl, squinting to sharpen the image he saw. The play-boy sighed, falling back into the bed, his silky blonde hair framing the exhausted look on his face.
As expected,
His vision was getting weaker.
***
Schuldig turned up the music on his portable discman, lyrics heard throughout the room, though headphones were on his ears.
The world was much different from Schul's view.
everything was black gray and white...like a newspaper. Whereas Farfarello saw everything as a god-hurting opportunity.
The music blared in his head, a faint crunching noise from the speakers. Angrily slamming his finger on the stop button, The redhead man stood up, removing the headphones from his ears and tossing them onto the chair he was sitting on, along with the discman.
A faint groan escaped him as he stretched out his stomach muscles, arms behind his head.
"Feel the burn..."
He joked while watching Farfarello, who was crosslegged on the ground, play with a lighter, trying to burn his fingers.
"Its warm."
The IrishMan's voice was distant as he watched the tiny flame surround his finger.
It wasn't that Farfarello didn't feel pain, It was just like...He didn't react to it. Like pain wasn't really PAIN to him. It was just another way to feel something. Like, fingers touching a fork, then a velvet cloth. They feel different, But you were expecting that.
Got it?
Awesome.
Schuldig took a few long strides towards the kitchen, scanning the area for any of the Weiss boys.
Nagi and Brad said to split up and look for the brats.
Since Farfarello had forgotten where the exact location of the Two younger Weiss guys were...
Schuldig and Farfarello went back to the large building.
Earlier, once they had got into the building, the elevator was broken down, so they were forced to climb fourty flights of stairs.
Well, Farfarello did.
Schul got a piggy-back-ride.
Once they got to the right floor, Schuldig had changed back into his black silk pajamas, that fit his lanky body a bit baggily.
Anyways, One of his silk sleeved arms reached over to the fridge handle, feeling the cool steel under his warm hand. Then, with little effort, the opened the door, and searched for something to eat.
The Criminally-Insane man looked up suddenly. He had heard the slightest of sounds, one any normal person would overlook.
"Kitty...?"
He asked, slowly scooting towards the wall where the noise had come from, and pressed his right ear against it.
"Kitty!"
His face twisted into a sinister grin.
***a/n: prepare for details....! ***
***
Chirping birds filled Youji's ears, with the song of nature.
He sat on the grass, of the small enclosed hospital yard, a small smile on his face while the breeze blew around him, gently caressing the strands of silky blonde hair.
Both of his forest eyes looked up at the pure, cloudless sky, head tilting back slighty to expand his view of the heavens.
Not only the bird's song filled his head with happiness, but the laughter of the sick children as they play outside, without a care in the world.
Youji hoped they would grow up healthy, to be great people. His eyes wandered down to a small gnarly oak tree was living, a young lady, around twenty sat, reading a book.
He had seen the girl around the pediatric ward a couple of times, Dark brown hair that fell just over her thin shoulders, chocolate brown eyes always seemed to see passed the appearences of people.
The man decided to join her, in the shade of the tree. Slowly, he stood up, a familiar weakness in his knees as his lanky frame trembled, and Youji limped over to where the girl was, stumbling to his knees rather ungracefully beside her.
"Hello." His voice seemed cheerful as he sat down, watching the profile of the girl.
She didn't even look up at him. Didn't even acknowledge his presence.
He waited a few seconds before asking, just as cheerfully;
"What are you reading...?" A frown appeared on his face as he realized, though close enough, the words on the books pages were all blurred. Youji looked away, and cradled his head in his hands.
The girl looked up from her book, an glanced over at him.
"Oh my, Im sorry! I got sucked into this book..." She watched him curiously.
"Whats wrong....?" Her voice was quieter than before.
Youji peeked through his fingers at her, watching her as she slowly and gently grasped his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face.
"Im Tesumi, and who are you...?" Her smile warmed him up inside as her brown eyes focused on him.
"Youji...." Even to himself he sounded like a shy young child, and he smiled back at her.
"Are you a nurse?" He asked, eyes narrowing slightly, as he tilted his head back. She was invading his personal space, and knew it, as she let go of him and sat back where she was before, only facing him now, book to the side.
"No. Im here because I have osteoperosis." Her voice was the same cheery tone, as she smiled at him.
"What about you?" Her eyebrows raised as she looked into his eyes.
".....I have Cancer." He replied, voice nearly emotionless.
By: Bl00deh Switch
Disclaimer:........
A/N: Chapter 6. Weird. Schuldig and Farfarello muses in this Chapter. and Of course Youji too.
---
Youji felt pressure on his stomach. Trying to break free of the weight on him failed, while his eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Eriko...."
His voice was slightly annoyed, though he spoke with a smile.
The cheerful little girl slowly slid off of him, laughter bubbling forth as she moved closer to his head, sitting on edge of Youji's pillow.
"Youji...."
She mocked him happily, matching the same tone, but laughing quietly after.
Those of you who didn't know yet, Eriko is blind. She had been playing with her twin brother, Yuta, a day after Youji had been admitted into the Pediatric ward. They were both only four years old. Eriko had slipped and fell, hitting the back of her head and losing her sight permanently, while fracturing her skull.
Youji's forest green eyes watched the girl, as she fiddled with the daisy chain around her neck. He had made her when they were in the yard.
Eriko didn't know he was watching, nor did she care. A content smile was on her face as she began to crawl around Youji's matress, and when she got too close to the edge, he was there to make sure she didnt fall.
It was harder for him to walk now, and Youji didn't bother to try.
Often times the nurse would bring a wheelchair so he could go outside with Eriko, sit in the grass and ignore the pain in his joints, while watching the girl stumble around with her arms outstretched.
She was getting better now, ready to be checked out of the hospital at any time. Her parents had come to take her out, but she insisted on staying a bit longer, to be with Youji.
They agreed and often visited her, bringing her flowers and teddy bears, and get well soon cards, while Youji looked on, from sitting upright in the bed across the room.
Eriko wasn't a brat. She was a nice girl.
One who Youji cared for.
Right now a nurse came in with Their breakfast, Youji watching carefully as the nurse,
Cynthia,
Guided Eri to her bed. With a minor scold, Cynthia, (who had some strange family tie with Eriko) Gave the girl her food trey.
"Mr.Kudou is not well, You shouldn't be bothering him like that."
Youji frowned at the comment, in his mind, he repeated the part he didnt like the most.
'Not well,'
As the nurse handed out Youji's lunch, he smiled at her, thanking the nurse with a warm:
"Thanks..."
She exited the room swiftly, the sound of her feet shuffling down the polished hallway floor. It echoed in his ears, and he frowned once again, watching Eriko.
Something wasn't right....
Youji narrowed his eyes at the girl, squinting to sharpen the image he saw. The play-boy sighed, falling back into the bed, his silky blonde hair framing the exhausted look on his face.
As expected,
His vision was getting weaker.
***
Schuldig turned up the music on his portable discman, lyrics heard throughout the room, though headphones were on his ears.
The world was much different from Schul's view.
everything was black gray and white...like a newspaper. Whereas Farfarello saw everything as a god-hurting opportunity.
The music blared in his head, a faint crunching noise from the speakers. Angrily slamming his finger on the stop button, The redhead man stood up, removing the headphones from his ears and tossing them onto the chair he was sitting on, along with the discman.
A faint groan escaped him as he stretched out his stomach muscles, arms behind his head.
"Feel the burn..."
He joked while watching Farfarello, who was crosslegged on the ground, play with a lighter, trying to burn his fingers.
"Its warm."
The IrishMan's voice was distant as he watched the tiny flame surround his finger.
It wasn't that Farfarello didn't feel pain, It was just like...He didn't react to it. Like pain wasn't really PAIN to him. It was just another way to feel something. Like, fingers touching a fork, then a velvet cloth. They feel different, But you were expecting that.
Got it?
Awesome.
Schuldig took a few long strides towards the kitchen, scanning the area for any of the Weiss boys.
Nagi and Brad said to split up and look for the brats.
Since Farfarello had forgotten where the exact location of the Two younger Weiss guys were...
Schuldig and Farfarello went back to the large building.
Earlier, once they had got into the building, the elevator was broken down, so they were forced to climb fourty flights of stairs.
Well, Farfarello did.
Schul got a piggy-back-ride.
Once they got to the right floor, Schuldig had changed back into his black silk pajamas, that fit his lanky body a bit baggily.
Anyways, One of his silk sleeved arms reached over to the fridge handle, feeling the cool steel under his warm hand. Then, with little effort, the opened the door, and searched for something to eat.
The Criminally-Insane man looked up suddenly. He had heard the slightest of sounds, one any normal person would overlook.
"Kitty...?"
He asked, slowly scooting towards the wall where the noise had come from, and pressed his right ear against it.
"Kitty!"
His face twisted into a sinister grin.
***a/n: prepare for details....! ***
***
Chirping birds filled Youji's ears, with the song of nature.
He sat on the grass, of the small enclosed hospital yard, a small smile on his face while the breeze blew around him, gently caressing the strands of silky blonde hair.
Both of his forest eyes looked up at the pure, cloudless sky, head tilting back slighty to expand his view of the heavens.
Not only the bird's song filled his head with happiness, but the laughter of the sick children as they play outside, without a care in the world.
Youji hoped they would grow up healthy, to be great people. His eyes wandered down to a small gnarly oak tree was living, a young lady, around twenty sat, reading a book.
He had seen the girl around the pediatric ward a couple of times, Dark brown hair that fell just over her thin shoulders, chocolate brown eyes always seemed to see passed the appearences of people.
The man decided to join her, in the shade of the tree. Slowly, he stood up, a familiar weakness in his knees as his lanky frame trembled, and Youji limped over to where the girl was, stumbling to his knees rather ungracefully beside her.
"Hello." His voice seemed cheerful as he sat down, watching the profile of the girl.
She didn't even look up at him. Didn't even acknowledge his presence.
He waited a few seconds before asking, just as cheerfully;
"What are you reading...?" A frown appeared on his face as he realized, though close enough, the words on the books pages were all blurred. Youji looked away, and cradled his head in his hands.
The girl looked up from her book, an glanced over at him.
"Oh my, Im sorry! I got sucked into this book..." She watched him curiously.
"Whats wrong....?" Her voice was quieter than before.
Youji peeked through his fingers at her, watching her as she slowly and gently grasped his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face.
"Im Tesumi, and who are you...?" Her smile warmed him up inside as her brown eyes focused on him.
"Youji...." Even to himself he sounded like a shy young child, and he smiled back at her.
"Are you a nurse?" He asked, eyes narrowing slightly, as he tilted his head back. She was invading his personal space, and knew it, as she let go of him and sat back where she was before, only facing him now, book to the side.
"No. Im here because I have osteoperosis." Her voice was the same cheery tone, as she smiled at him.
"What about you?" Her eyebrows raised as she looked into his eyes.
".....I have Cancer." He replied, voice nearly emotionless.
