A/N: Ah, that was a quick non-creative period. ^^ I wish all of them would be like that… *sigh*
Am off to Italy now. ^^V
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Chapter 6 : Crash
Now I was only glad that Yoji kept his mouth shut. Earlier it had bothered me but now it was a blessing. It was bad enough that he had come up here. It was as if he wanted to bug me, no matter how bad his mood was. And mind you, he had trained himself to be pretty talented in bugging me.
Yes, it was nice, even if a little odd, to be able to listen to the silence even though I knew Yoji was somewhere around. If I didn't think of the fact that he was, I could almost forget it. I had more important matters to think of anyway. Or I at least looked like I did.
Night in the city was somehow a fascinating sight to look at, but what drew my attention even more was the sky. I found myself looking at the stars, again, even though I tried to remain looking silent and ponderous. Stars really were a captivating sight, and they also carried a veil of deep mystery around them.
I rolled my eyes to myself. What the hell was I thinking? A veil of deep mystery? The only explanation to my extremely odd thoughts was, that having written a romantic poem had simply messed up my brain. True, I had used that explanation a good few times earlier that day, but it still worked. At least on me.
"You are stargazing," Yoji suddenly said, with a victorious tone in his voice. He earned my 'you-are-not-worthy-to-receive-the-full-death-glare'-glare, that I rarely used but that I knew had exactly the right effect; it left those who had received it wondering what its meaning was. Sometimes I really thought about writing an info-booklet for creating working glares for oneself. It would make a nice extra income aside from the florist/assassin pay that I already made.
"I can assure you that I am not," I declared -very clearly- to the blonde, hoping he would leave me alone now.
"Then why were you looking to the sky and looking like you were daydreaming?" Yoji asked innocently.
I really, really wanted to kill him there and then. He obviously couldn't sense the times when he should just have remained silent and un-irritating.
"Yes, I was looking to the sky, true. But I certainly was not daydreaming." I had begun to count to ten to remain calm and to keep myself from throwing Yoji off the roof.
A brief silence passed and I enjoyed every second of it. I wished that Yoji had remained silent and moping, anyway. Even if it had seemed more than a little out of character of him, it was a change to a better direction and everyone would surely have gotten used to it.
"You know, I am having another date next Friday-" Yoji began but I cut him off before he had finished the sentence.
"NO! A strict and absolute no. I am not going to write a single line of that sap anymore," I told him and gave him a warning death glare. Next time it would be full 'shi-NE!!'.
Yoji shrugged and lit up a cigarette. After he had inhaled a deep and obviously enjoyable amount of those toxins from it he said: "Fine." And remained silent.
It was fine with me too. Very much so. Now that the silence had returned, I could lift my gaze up to the sky again. The stars were still there.
I don't know how long it had been that I had wondered the lights in the sky, but suddenly a shiver went down my spine. It was because I saw a shooting star fall down to the horizon. At first I couldn't quite put my finger on the feeling that the sight brought with it, but then, as suddenly as I had noticed the falling star, I remembered how Aya-chan and I had often went outdoors on a clear night to wait and see if there were any shooting stars, so she could have wished for what ever she happened to be wishing for at the moment.
I guess it was the memory that made me smile a little. It could as well have been the star, too, but it was more safe thinking that the memory was guilty for the slight smile I had on my face.
I looked quickly towards Yoji, and saw from the corner of my eye, that he had a faint smile playing upon his lips, too. Maybe he, also, had memories that had something to do with shooting stars. He turned his head as slightly as I had, apparently to look at me. I barely saw his face, but still there was an eye contact, and for a while I could have sworn that he winked.
At this I frowned and turned away. I had just smiled at Yoji. Damnit. What was wrong with me nowadays?
My self-control told me that now would be a good time to leave the roof and go and sleep this brief mental distraction off.
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I was awake as early as always, not feeling myself too tired to get up and go and get some good black coffee to start my day with. Trusting that there would be no other living being awake inside the household I left my room in my worn out pants and oversized T-shirt I spend my nights in.
Once I was walking down the stairs I was lost in my thoughts and didn't hear someone rushing up the stairs and when I did, it was too late. I was hit by that person and we both lost our balance because of the crash and stumbled down the stairs in a very painful manner.
I hit the floor first and Yoji, as I had recognized him now by his cursing, landed on top of my right side and arm. We both heard a nasty snap, but I was the only one who felt the sudden, stabbing pain. I bit my lip and swallowed the yelp I was about to let out.
Yoji rubbed his head and moaned: "I think I broke something..."
Congratulations, Einstein. I cursed him mentally and afterwards verbally, too. It wasn't enough that he had crashed into me, now was it?
"Yes, you idiot! My arm!" I wheezed. It wasn't any help having Yoji's entire being atop of the snapped limb.
It was as if something had stung Yoji since he literally jumped up from the floor and then kneeled back down to help me get up. Of course, it would not have been Yoji if he hadn't tried to take hold of my broken arm to get me up. A verbal, rather sincere curse made him realize that he should switch arms.
"Did it really break?" he asked, a weird worried tone in his voice, when he examined the promising bruise just above my elbow.
"No, of course not. It snapped and hurts like hell, just because it tends to do so every now and then," I replied to his utmost idiotic question and bit my lip again. Why the hell did it have to be my sword-arm?
As I tried my best to hold my arm still with Yoji running around me in circles and randomly poking the bruise, I heard footsteps from the stairs. Apparently the noise had concerned Omi and Ken and they had decided to come and see what was wrong.
"Aya-kun! What happened?" Omi asked when he noticed my arm and agonized look.
"A little accident," I explained, "Yoji ran into me in the stairs and we both fell."
"It wasn't entirely my fault! You were daydreaming and didn't see nor hear me coming," Yoji protested, trying obviously to bring up the fact that he had absolutely nothing to do with this whole incident. Except that it wasn't a fact.
Omi had made a quick inspection to my arm and came to the same conclusion as I had; it was broken, no doubt there. He had the situation under control in no time and after he had re-arranged our shifts for the day he commanded me to go and get my arm popped back into place by professionals.
"I'll make a brief phone call, and you'll be in shape in no time!" the kid said cheerfully and ran off to make his 'brief phone call'. Few minutes later he was back and made us all clear what the exceptional arrangements for the day would be.
"Yoji, you drive Aya to the hospital, they're expecting him, there," he ordered, after he had told that Ken would stay and take care of the shop alone for a while, after he himself had gone to school.
"But-" Yoji tried, but failed.
"No buts. It was partially your fault, you are the only one of us who owns a car and is able to drive it at the moment."
Yoji tried to come up with a proper excuse but after few worthless tries he stomped away angrily, returned after a while, grabbed my arm (I had to curse him to the deepest Hell before he realized to take hold of the healthy arm) and with mumbling I understood nothing of, walked to his car, dragging me along.
This was going to be a long day, I predicted.
Shit, the arm hurt.
~* TBC *~
Wonder how it was that easy to get to the hospital without having to wait for, lets say, until midnight? One word: Kritiker. Omi makes a phone call, and they're most likely waiting for Aya with red carpets and limousines. Or something to that effect. Maybe not that visible. Heh..
Reviews very much appreciated.
Am off to Italy now. ^^V
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Chapter 6 : Crash
Now I was only glad that Yoji kept his mouth shut. Earlier it had bothered me but now it was a blessing. It was bad enough that he had come up here. It was as if he wanted to bug me, no matter how bad his mood was. And mind you, he had trained himself to be pretty talented in bugging me.
Yes, it was nice, even if a little odd, to be able to listen to the silence even though I knew Yoji was somewhere around. If I didn't think of the fact that he was, I could almost forget it. I had more important matters to think of anyway. Or I at least looked like I did.
Night in the city was somehow a fascinating sight to look at, but what drew my attention even more was the sky. I found myself looking at the stars, again, even though I tried to remain looking silent and ponderous. Stars really were a captivating sight, and they also carried a veil of deep mystery around them.
I rolled my eyes to myself. What the hell was I thinking? A veil of deep mystery? The only explanation to my extremely odd thoughts was, that having written a romantic poem had simply messed up my brain. True, I had used that explanation a good few times earlier that day, but it still worked. At least on me.
"You are stargazing," Yoji suddenly said, with a victorious tone in his voice. He earned my 'you-are-not-worthy-to-receive-the-full-death-glare'-glare, that I rarely used but that I knew had exactly the right effect; it left those who had received it wondering what its meaning was. Sometimes I really thought about writing an info-booklet for creating working glares for oneself. It would make a nice extra income aside from the florist/assassin pay that I already made.
"I can assure you that I am not," I declared -very clearly- to the blonde, hoping he would leave me alone now.
"Then why were you looking to the sky and looking like you were daydreaming?" Yoji asked innocently.
I really, really wanted to kill him there and then. He obviously couldn't sense the times when he should just have remained silent and un-irritating.
"Yes, I was looking to the sky, true. But I certainly was not daydreaming." I had begun to count to ten to remain calm and to keep myself from throwing Yoji off the roof.
A brief silence passed and I enjoyed every second of it. I wished that Yoji had remained silent and moping, anyway. Even if it had seemed more than a little out of character of him, it was a change to a better direction and everyone would surely have gotten used to it.
"You know, I am having another date next Friday-" Yoji began but I cut him off before he had finished the sentence.
"NO! A strict and absolute no. I am not going to write a single line of that sap anymore," I told him and gave him a warning death glare. Next time it would be full 'shi-NE!!'.
Yoji shrugged and lit up a cigarette. After he had inhaled a deep and obviously enjoyable amount of those toxins from it he said: "Fine." And remained silent.
It was fine with me too. Very much so. Now that the silence had returned, I could lift my gaze up to the sky again. The stars were still there.
I don't know how long it had been that I had wondered the lights in the sky, but suddenly a shiver went down my spine. It was because I saw a shooting star fall down to the horizon. At first I couldn't quite put my finger on the feeling that the sight brought with it, but then, as suddenly as I had noticed the falling star, I remembered how Aya-chan and I had often went outdoors on a clear night to wait and see if there were any shooting stars, so she could have wished for what ever she happened to be wishing for at the moment.
I guess it was the memory that made me smile a little. It could as well have been the star, too, but it was more safe thinking that the memory was guilty for the slight smile I had on my face.
I looked quickly towards Yoji, and saw from the corner of my eye, that he had a faint smile playing upon his lips, too. Maybe he, also, had memories that had something to do with shooting stars. He turned his head as slightly as I had, apparently to look at me. I barely saw his face, but still there was an eye contact, and for a while I could have sworn that he winked.
At this I frowned and turned away. I had just smiled at Yoji. Damnit. What was wrong with me nowadays?
My self-control told me that now would be a good time to leave the roof and go and sleep this brief mental distraction off.
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I was awake as early as always, not feeling myself too tired to get up and go and get some good black coffee to start my day with. Trusting that there would be no other living being awake inside the household I left my room in my worn out pants and oversized T-shirt I spend my nights in.
Once I was walking down the stairs I was lost in my thoughts and didn't hear someone rushing up the stairs and when I did, it was too late. I was hit by that person and we both lost our balance because of the crash and stumbled down the stairs in a very painful manner.
I hit the floor first and Yoji, as I had recognized him now by his cursing, landed on top of my right side and arm. We both heard a nasty snap, but I was the only one who felt the sudden, stabbing pain. I bit my lip and swallowed the yelp I was about to let out.
Yoji rubbed his head and moaned: "I think I broke something..."
Congratulations, Einstein. I cursed him mentally and afterwards verbally, too. It wasn't enough that he had crashed into me, now was it?
"Yes, you idiot! My arm!" I wheezed. It wasn't any help having Yoji's entire being atop of the snapped limb.
It was as if something had stung Yoji since he literally jumped up from the floor and then kneeled back down to help me get up. Of course, it would not have been Yoji if he hadn't tried to take hold of my broken arm to get me up. A verbal, rather sincere curse made him realize that he should switch arms.
"Did it really break?" he asked, a weird worried tone in his voice, when he examined the promising bruise just above my elbow.
"No, of course not. It snapped and hurts like hell, just because it tends to do so every now and then," I replied to his utmost idiotic question and bit my lip again. Why the hell did it have to be my sword-arm?
As I tried my best to hold my arm still with Yoji running around me in circles and randomly poking the bruise, I heard footsteps from the stairs. Apparently the noise had concerned Omi and Ken and they had decided to come and see what was wrong.
"Aya-kun! What happened?" Omi asked when he noticed my arm and agonized look.
"A little accident," I explained, "Yoji ran into me in the stairs and we both fell."
"It wasn't entirely my fault! You were daydreaming and didn't see nor hear me coming," Yoji protested, trying obviously to bring up the fact that he had absolutely nothing to do with this whole incident. Except that it wasn't a fact.
Omi had made a quick inspection to my arm and came to the same conclusion as I had; it was broken, no doubt there. He had the situation under control in no time and after he had re-arranged our shifts for the day he commanded me to go and get my arm popped back into place by professionals.
"I'll make a brief phone call, and you'll be in shape in no time!" the kid said cheerfully and ran off to make his 'brief phone call'. Few minutes later he was back and made us all clear what the exceptional arrangements for the day would be.
"Yoji, you drive Aya to the hospital, they're expecting him, there," he ordered, after he had told that Ken would stay and take care of the shop alone for a while, after he himself had gone to school.
"But-" Yoji tried, but failed.
"No buts. It was partially your fault, you are the only one of us who owns a car and is able to drive it at the moment."
Yoji tried to come up with a proper excuse but after few worthless tries he stomped away angrily, returned after a while, grabbed my arm (I had to curse him to the deepest Hell before he realized to take hold of the healthy arm) and with mumbling I understood nothing of, walked to his car, dragging me along.
This was going to be a long day, I predicted.
Shit, the arm hurt.
~* TBC *~
Wonder how it was that easy to get to the hospital without having to wait for, lets say, until midnight? One word: Kritiker. Omi makes a phone call, and they're most likely waiting for Aya with red carpets and limousines. Or something to that effect. Maybe not that visible. Heh..
Reviews very much appreciated.