R_M : OMG ! I'm so excited with this chapter . It may seem all muddled and
vague but you'll piece it together as the story continues .
Don't worry ... I think ... but anyway ; just READ ON AND REVIEW !!! I MEAN IT !!!
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It was early in the morning ; the sound of chirping birds filtered into the large room and the golden morning sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes , which were closed at the moment . The room was not the kind you will find in a normal lunacy facility ; it was the kind you would find in a five-star hotel .
It had not been used before ; until now .
" Come now baby , you will have a bath now , wouldn't you ?" she coaxed gently .
Her name was Suzume Suyukaze . She was twenty-eight years old . With chestnut-colored locks , large cerulean eyes and a trim athletic figure ; you wouldn't say that she belonged in an insane ward but on the catwalk .
She had been working for the organization for four years now , although nothing of it was new to her . She could cure people . Not with any kind of medicines , not with anything .
It was her :gift: . Yes , she could cure people from mental illnesses and that was what she was born to do ; what she wanted to do .
She wanted to give them a new life . a fresh start .
She was also an asset to the institution . So invaluable that she was sent home everyday with a team of special bodyguards armed to the teeth with specialized weaponry . Her house , a company-owned villa was large and beautiful ; it was also safeguarded by guard dogs , trained lookouts and perimeter security that rivaled the White House's .
***
It was the third week of March when her new charge came in ... He was a 'special case' they said ; not exactly a insanity assignment but they said He would need her most exclusive attention . He was so special that a ß.S. specialist was sent everyday to monitor His progress .
They had given Him to her because they :knew: - they knew her special interest in Him ; and they were confident that she could do the job; that she could bring Him back into the world .
He was the youngest of all she had ever handled ; still in His teens ... [ she mostly handled patients aged 23 above ; the normal range for the department ] and was informed that He had come out from a coma just a few days ago after being comatose for two weeks ; and suddenly , without warning lapsed into a severe case of regression ( a mental defense triggered by acute traumatic episodes or environments )
He had been with her for a full month and was getting to be a little less withdrawn , still quiet most of the time , but it was better .
He had relapsed to the mentality of a five-year old . Savage at times when He was in a particularly bad mood , but otherwise reservedly sweet in the deepest sense of the word . He would give her flowers from the compound garden , a bit wilted and crumpled due to clumsy hands but she profoundly appreciated those little gestures .
She often wondered why He had become like that ; sometimes she would lie awake at night thinking about it ... He was a strong person ; she knew . Oh yes , she was aware of all the unfortunate circumstances that had happened to Him this past year ... but ... well , she had thought He would not be broken by :that: . Goddamn it ! Why were the best people always became the victims of circumstances ?!
Oh by God , was He handsome . Unruly hair , dark eyes so enshrouded in mystery . with features so charming that she could almost stare at Him the whole day ...
***
It was nine o'clock in the morning and time for His daily bath .
He allowed himself to be shepherded to the bathroom and be undressed without any protest and He stood before her , naked in all His glory , staring at her with those unfathomable dark eyes .
She never once failed to admire those supple muscles ; the tanned skin , the lean frame ... He was built like an athlete ... or a demigod .
Then her eyes would fall on those large gashes on His back , on His shoulders ... on His chest ... and she would close her eyes and nudge Him into the large cubicle .
She couldn't bear to look at the scars ... His scars . It was something that tore her heart for some unknown reason . Maybe it was because of His past ... or maybe because she knew , with a deep foreboding ; His future .
God knows .
She grimaced at the random thoughts that ran through her head as she ran the soft sponge on His skin until He was , from head to toe , covered with soapy foam . Then she ran a slick shampooed hand into His silky hair .
He was busy playing with the bar of soap , letting it slip through his hands and retrieving it . He never laughed , not even smiled , but watched everything from jaded eyes .
She turned the shower on and was surprised when He gave a startled shout and sprang away into the farthest part of the cubicle , away from the scalding hot water . He slipped and hit His head on the tiled wall , He whimpered as He sank down ; fear in His eyes .
She was immediately contrite . " I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry baby . I had no idea ."
Those same dark orbs trained on her once more . She was used to Him staring at her like that but still , she could never keep herself from being disconcerted .
Fingertips touched tanned skin , causing Him to recoil in fear .
" It's ok . I turned it off . You want cold water ?"
He nodded warily .
One thing she noticed was that he was in perpetual fear of bright lights - of warmth , even of certain colors ... any shade of red to be exact ... she knew that red was the color of ...
She smiled reassuringly as she turned on the water after adjusting the heat . She let the cold water run down her hand . " It's cold ."
Slowly , He crawled forward , like an injured animal ; His eyes ablaze with tentative fear .
He was so , so broken .
It made her want to weep .
Once , that day when he was brought into the maximum-security compound ; they told her His name ...
His eyes searched hers the moment they met .
And she realized that finally He had come home ...
In a way , she was sorry for all the people He had left behind . He was a beautiful person ... every breathing moment told her that . But she was also glad ; the selfish part of her reveled in the fact that He :needed: her .
All those years watching from afar , seeing but not being able to touch ... being near yet at the same time so far away .
Oh yes , she knew every epic moment of His life . From the second that He took that gasping breath and wailed at the top of His lungs as an infant ; until the weeks He spent unconscious at the ward . she knew of it all .
She watched silently as He splashed in the water ; quite content without her help .
They all thought He had died that night at Tokyo Tower ; never knowing that He was ... reborn ...
+++ The world had changed the moment He had entered her life nineteen years ago . She was just nine years old ; but she remembered every detail as her mother placed the beautiful wailing child in her arms as another was taken out ;
Those dark eyes watery with tears ; as a tiny tight-fisted hand waved in the air , a small band reading His name . +++
" I'll get through to you . I promise you that ... Ken Hidaka ."
- - -
Boy am I jealous of her . She gets to bathe My Kenken T__T . Darn it ... don't worry luv , I'm the one who's going to get you in the end . Mwahahahahahah!
Did you know that I almost gave the chapter away on the start note at the beginning of the chapter ?! Thank goodness I rechecked and decided to edit or you guys would've known at once that he was ALIIIIIVE and it would spoil it !!!
I apologize for the change of writing style . I am currently reading books from a particular author on my free time and I sometimes get influenced by the authors if I write immediately afterwards . I guess you noticed that in my other fic ; "Sword Buried Deep" where I actually uh . sorta sounded like Dumas' (I think) (Y_Y)'' Anyway ; I'm not really happy about how I wrote this ; but I'm ok with the gist of the story . It's unbeta-ed ; so there may be a lot of errors here .
Misura (Ch. 5-6) Yes , Ken is my favorite WK member ; did I really kill him ?! Mwahaha ! Of course not ! I do remember someone saying that I left the door open for a sequel didn't I ?! ^__^ Oh yes , and about the OC - he does deserve a chapter of his own ... he is after all , gonna be really important (.);;; meeep ! Oh no ! I said it ! I'll shut up now ... o_X
Whisper_Reilman (Ch. 5-6) Thank you ! I'm glad to see someone agrees with my point of view ! LOL ! Yes . I can imagine Schu going rabid and freaky and all that ... I just hope it won't last long ... after all , Ken's still alive ne ? ^_~ *nudge nudge*
I'm really grateful to you two guys ! You're the only ones left of my used- to-be many RnR'ers !!! *Bows* I hope that now Ken's alive ; they'll all come back ! LOL ! :P
To everyone else : TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT SO FAR (or) I WILL CHANGE THE STORY AND NOT BRING HIM BACK AGAIN !!!
In other , more diplomatic words : " Please review ." ^____^
Don't worry ... I think ... but anyway ; just READ ON AND REVIEW !!! I MEAN IT !!!
- - -
It was early in the morning ; the sound of chirping birds filtered into the large room and the golden morning sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes , which were closed at the moment . The room was not the kind you will find in a normal lunacy facility ; it was the kind you would find in a five-star hotel .
It had not been used before ; until now .
" Come now baby , you will have a bath now , wouldn't you ?" she coaxed gently .
Her name was Suzume Suyukaze . She was twenty-eight years old . With chestnut-colored locks , large cerulean eyes and a trim athletic figure ; you wouldn't say that she belonged in an insane ward but on the catwalk .
She had been working for the organization for four years now , although nothing of it was new to her . She could cure people . Not with any kind of medicines , not with anything .
It was her :gift: . Yes , she could cure people from mental illnesses and that was what she was born to do ; what she wanted to do .
She wanted to give them a new life . a fresh start .
She was also an asset to the institution . So invaluable that she was sent home everyday with a team of special bodyguards armed to the teeth with specialized weaponry . Her house , a company-owned villa was large and beautiful ; it was also safeguarded by guard dogs , trained lookouts and perimeter security that rivaled the White House's .
***
It was the third week of March when her new charge came in ... He was a 'special case' they said ; not exactly a insanity assignment but they said He would need her most exclusive attention . He was so special that a ß.S. specialist was sent everyday to monitor His progress .
They had given Him to her because they :knew: - they knew her special interest in Him ; and they were confident that she could do the job; that she could bring Him back into the world .
He was the youngest of all she had ever handled ; still in His teens ... [ she mostly handled patients aged 23 above ; the normal range for the department ] and was informed that He had come out from a coma just a few days ago after being comatose for two weeks ; and suddenly , without warning lapsed into a severe case of regression ( a mental defense triggered by acute traumatic episodes or environments )
He had been with her for a full month and was getting to be a little less withdrawn , still quiet most of the time , but it was better .
He had relapsed to the mentality of a five-year old . Savage at times when He was in a particularly bad mood , but otherwise reservedly sweet in the deepest sense of the word . He would give her flowers from the compound garden , a bit wilted and crumpled due to clumsy hands but she profoundly appreciated those little gestures .
She often wondered why He had become like that ; sometimes she would lie awake at night thinking about it ... He was a strong person ; she knew . Oh yes , she was aware of all the unfortunate circumstances that had happened to Him this past year ... but ... well , she had thought He would not be broken by :that: . Goddamn it ! Why were the best people always became the victims of circumstances ?!
Oh by God , was He handsome . Unruly hair , dark eyes so enshrouded in mystery . with features so charming that she could almost stare at Him the whole day ...
***
It was nine o'clock in the morning and time for His daily bath .
He allowed himself to be shepherded to the bathroom and be undressed without any protest and He stood before her , naked in all His glory , staring at her with those unfathomable dark eyes .
She never once failed to admire those supple muscles ; the tanned skin , the lean frame ... He was built like an athlete ... or a demigod .
Then her eyes would fall on those large gashes on His back , on His shoulders ... on His chest ... and she would close her eyes and nudge Him into the large cubicle .
She couldn't bear to look at the scars ... His scars . It was something that tore her heart for some unknown reason . Maybe it was because of His past ... or maybe because she knew , with a deep foreboding ; His future .
God knows .
She grimaced at the random thoughts that ran through her head as she ran the soft sponge on His skin until He was , from head to toe , covered with soapy foam . Then she ran a slick shampooed hand into His silky hair .
He was busy playing with the bar of soap , letting it slip through his hands and retrieving it . He never laughed , not even smiled , but watched everything from jaded eyes .
She turned the shower on and was surprised when He gave a startled shout and sprang away into the farthest part of the cubicle , away from the scalding hot water . He slipped and hit His head on the tiled wall , He whimpered as He sank down ; fear in His eyes .
She was immediately contrite . " I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry baby . I had no idea ."
Those same dark orbs trained on her once more . She was used to Him staring at her like that but still , she could never keep herself from being disconcerted .
Fingertips touched tanned skin , causing Him to recoil in fear .
" It's ok . I turned it off . You want cold water ?"
He nodded warily .
One thing she noticed was that he was in perpetual fear of bright lights - of warmth , even of certain colors ... any shade of red to be exact ... she knew that red was the color of ...
She smiled reassuringly as she turned on the water after adjusting the heat . She let the cold water run down her hand . " It's cold ."
Slowly , He crawled forward , like an injured animal ; His eyes ablaze with tentative fear .
He was so , so broken .
It made her want to weep .
Once , that day when he was brought into the maximum-security compound ; they told her His name ...
His eyes searched hers the moment they met .
And she realized that finally He had come home ...
In a way , she was sorry for all the people He had left behind . He was a beautiful person ... every breathing moment told her that . But she was also glad ; the selfish part of her reveled in the fact that He :needed: her .
All those years watching from afar , seeing but not being able to touch ... being near yet at the same time so far away .
Oh yes , she knew every epic moment of His life . From the second that He took that gasping breath and wailed at the top of His lungs as an infant ; until the weeks He spent unconscious at the ward . she knew of it all .
She watched silently as He splashed in the water ; quite content without her help .
They all thought He had died that night at Tokyo Tower ; never knowing that He was ... reborn ...
+++ The world had changed the moment He had entered her life nineteen years ago . She was just nine years old ; but she remembered every detail as her mother placed the beautiful wailing child in her arms as another was taken out ;
Those dark eyes watery with tears ; as a tiny tight-fisted hand waved in the air , a small band reading His name . +++
" I'll get through to you . I promise you that ... Ken Hidaka ."
- - -
Boy am I jealous of her . She gets to bathe My Kenken T__T . Darn it ... don't worry luv , I'm the one who's going to get you in the end . Mwahahahahahah!
Did you know that I almost gave the chapter away on the start note at the beginning of the chapter ?! Thank goodness I rechecked and decided to edit or you guys would've known at once that he was ALIIIIIVE and it would spoil it !!!
I apologize for the change of writing style . I am currently reading books from a particular author on my free time and I sometimes get influenced by the authors if I write immediately afterwards . I guess you noticed that in my other fic ; "Sword Buried Deep" where I actually uh . sorta sounded like Dumas' (I think) (Y_Y)'' Anyway ; I'm not really happy about how I wrote this ; but I'm ok with the gist of the story . It's unbeta-ed ; so there may be a lot of errors here .
Misura (Ch. 5-6) Yes , Ken is my favorite WK member ; did I really kill him ?! Mwahaha ! Of course not ! I do remember someone saying that I left the door open for a sequel didn't I ?! ^__^ Oh yes , and about the OC - he does deserve a chapter of his own ... he is after all , gonna be really important (.);;; meeep ! Oh no ! I said it ! I'll shut up now ... o_X
Whisper_Reilman (Ch. 5-6) Thank you ! I'm glad to see someone agrees with my point of view ! LOL ! Yes . I can imagine Schu going rabid and freaky and all that ... I just hope it won't last long ... after all , Ken's still alive ne ? ^_~ *nudge nudge*
I'm really grateful to you two guys ! You're the only ones left of my used- to-be many RnR'ers !!! *Bows* I hope that now Ken's alive ; they'll all come back ! LOL ! :P
To everyone else : TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT SO FAR (or) I WILL CHANGE THE STORY AND NOT BRING HIM BACK AGAIN !!!
In other , more diplomatic words : " Please review ." ^____^
