Sorry for the slow updates! School started up again so I have less time and
everything. But there's not much left to this story! ^^ It's almost done. I
hope you like this chapter! Enjoy!~
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Crisis Calls
Like all the weeks before, Kaidoh continued to meet Saya and Urumi at the playground. Day after day, it was the same environment, but he was never tired of it. As long as he could see them, he was happy. Everything was worthwhile as long as Saya was laughing and smiling, enjoying their time together.
After the incident of Saya visiting his school, they had agreed to lengthen their time together on weekends. Now, he would spend an hour with her instead of the previous forty-five minutes. He didn't really mind as the only other things he had to do were homework and practice his tennis.
Since it was Saturday, he was allowed to take his time with his training. He didn't have to worry about racing to school. He jogged around the usual course, feeling light-hearted as he passed the first playground. Before, it was a place of bad memories as children would run and hide when he passed by.
Now, in the earliness of the morning, he had created wonderful memories there with Saya and her sister. He still didn't talk to her much, but he had grown accustomed to her presence. Most of the time, Saya would run around by herself, the both of them watching out for her.
Urumi wasn't like other girls. Usually, the ones he knew, they were screaming about some hot guy, making a lot of excess noise. With Urumi, he didn't have to worry about her talking a mile a minute. There was always a comfortable silence which he had come to enjoy, just as much as his time playing with Saya.
He remembered. Sometimes, he would glance over at her, beside him on the park bench. As she watched Saya, she would have a gentle smile on her pretty face. If it was breezy, she would slowly lift her hand to her wind- ruffled hair, holding it away from her face.
Kaidoh sighed as he reached the playground once again and sat on the bench. He usually hated Momo, knowing that he himself was better at tennis, but just this once, he was jealous. By nature, Momo was outgoing and friendly while he was reserved.
It was lowering to accept the truth sometimes, but Kaidoh was completely honest with himself. Around Urumi, he wished he could be like Momo. He would know what to say to her. Though he enjoyed the silence, he wanted more than anything to be able to talk to her.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried, but his mind always drew a blank when it came to suitable topics. Most of his life had revolved around tennis, until now. Urumi had tried to draw him into conversation, but after receiving only several word replies at a time, she had given up.
While he waited, Kaidoh thought back to all the time they had been together. It had all been thanks to Saya that he had met Urumi. At first, he had only thought of her as a nuisance, hindering his time together with Saya. But now, he knew better.
Saya absolutely adored her. Though there had been a few arguments that he had witnessed, Urumi had always been quick to apologize. Kaidoh sighed at the hopelessness of his situation. He had come to like Urumi a lot, possibly even love her.
He blushed at his own thoughts and shook his head in denial, but it wasn't possible to escape the truth. How long he might have known, he wasn't sure, but he knew that it was true. It was the only possible reason why he would be jealous of Momo, his biggest rival, someone better than him when it came to handling females.
At first, he had only come to see Saya and play with her. As he got to know her better, he would spend some time with Urumi as well. It seemed to make Saya happier. Instead of her regular, happy smile, it was all the brighter when she saw them together. But lately, he had been spending more and more time with Urumi.
Kaidoh sighed one last time before checking his watch. It wasn't like them, but they were already ten minutes late. He couldn't think of any possible reason, but it was okay. As the highlight of his days, he wouldn't leave, since he had the time, before he saw Urumi and Saya.
"I might as well get to work while I wait," he thought to himself.
It was still early so there were no other people around. Rising from the bench, he went to lie on the grassy area where he could do sit-ups. Carefully putting his watch and his cell phone beside him, he started his exercises. Every day, he had to follow Inui's training schedule.
His training had become repetitive that it now served two purposes. It cleared his mind and let him think while he was maintaining the condition of his health. Instead of thinking about Urumi and Saya, he thought about his other priority in life, tennis.
It was twenty minutes later that the ringing of his cell phone snapped him out of his thought filled daze. He stopped his exercise and picked it up. Looking at the display, his face scrunched up with confusion. The number on the screen wasn't any that he knew, but he picked up anyways.
"Hello?"
"Kaidoh? It's Urumi."
"Huh?"
His mind blanked out for a seconds. How did she get his number? Why was she calling? Then, he remembered. On the spur of the moment, he had given it to her one day, saying that she could call him if anything was wrong. Since he saw them every day and she never did call, he had forgotten about it.
"It's Saya," she said, now capturing his full attention.
"What's wrong?"
"I - I don't know. She said that she was really hot and it looks like she has difficulty breathing. I don't know what to do!" cried Urumi.
"Okay, I'm coming right now!"
"Thanks, but please hurry. I - I'm scared."
"I'll be there in five minutes," Kaidoh replied and hung up.
Getting up from the grass, he ran as fast as his legs would carry him. So that was the reason why they were late. Saya was sick and Urumi didn't know what to do about it. Even though she had called him, Kaidoh was a little panicked. He wasn't a doctor so he might not be able to help.
When he got there, in five minutes like he said he would, it was to see that Urumi was waiting at the door. He felt a pain in his heart as he saw her tear-streaked face and puffy red eyes. Even still, he pushed that thought aside. Saya was the one who needed him the most now.
"Where is she?"
"She's in her room. Follow me," Urumi replied.
Quickly taking off his shoes, Kaidoh followed as Urumi ran upstairs and entered the first bedroom on the left. Entering behind her, he saw Saya lying on the bed. Her face was flushed and she was gasping for air. He went to check her temperature, but pulled his hand away in shock of the intensity.
"Kaidoh-niichan?" she whispered softly as she looked up at him.
"You'll be okay. Go back to sleep."
"Okay."
Urumi watched as Kaidoh had walked up to her. She had seen the look of shock on his face as he pulled his hand away in surprise. Dreading the worst, she felt paralyzed with fear. The only things moving were her tears as they steadily flowed down her face. At that moment, Kaidoh went back to talk to her quietly.
"It's only a fever, though it's pretty high."
"W - Will she live?" she asked.
"Depends. I need some ice, a bucket of cold water and some towels."
She stared back at him with blank eyes.
"Hurry!" he yelled.
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Crisis Calls
Like all the weeks before, Kaidoh continued to meet Saya and Urumi at the playground. Day after day, it was the same environment, but he was never tired of it. As long as he could see them, he was happy. Everything was worthwhile as long as Saya was laughing and smiling, enjoying their time together.
After the incident of Saya visiting his school, they had agreed to lengthen their time together on weekends. Now, he would spend an hour with her instead of the previous forty-five minutes. He didn't really mind as the only other things he had to do were homework and practice his tennis.
Since it was Saturday, he was allowed to take his time with his training. He didn't have to worry about racing to school. He jogged around the usual course, feeling light-hearted as he passed the first playground. Before, it was a place of bad memories as children would run and hide when he passed by.
Now, in the earliness of the morning, he had created wonderful memories there with Saya and her sister. He still didn't talk to her much, but he had grown accustomed to her presence. Most of the time, Saya would run around by herself, the both of them watching out for her.
Urumi wasn't like other girls. Usually, the ones he knew, they were screaming about some hot guy, making a lot of excess noise. With Urumi, he didn't have to worry about her talking a mile a minute. There was always a comfortable silence which he had come to enjoy, just as much as his time playing with Saya.
He remembered. Sometimes, he would glance over at her, beside him on the park bench. As she watched Saya, she would have a gentle smile on her pretty face. If it was breezy, she would slowly lift her hand to her wind- ruffled hair, holding it away from her face.
Kaidoh sighed as he reached the playground once again and sat on the bench. He usually hated Momo, knowing that he himself was better at tennis, but just this once, he was jealous. By nature, Momo was outgoing and friendly while he was reserved.
It was lowering to accept the truth sometimes, but Kaidoh was completely honest with himself. Around Urumi, he wished he could be like Momo. He would know what to say to her. Though he enjoyed the silence, he wanted more than anything to be able to talk to her.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried, but his mind always drew a blank when it came to suitable topics. Most of his life had revolved around tennis, until now. Urumi had tried to draw him into conversation, but after receiving only several word replies at a time, she had given up.
While he waited, Kaidoh thought back to all the time they had been together. It had all been thanks to Saya that he had met Urumi. At first, he had only thought of her as a nuisance, hindering his time together with Saya. But now, he knew better.
Saya absolutely adored her. Though there had been a few arguments that he had witnessed, Urumi had always been quick to apologize. Kaidoh sighed at the hopelessness of his situation. He had come to like Urumi a lot, possibly even love her.
He blushed at his own thoughts and shook his head in denial, but it wasn't possible to escape the truth. How long he might have known, he wasn't sure, but he knew that it was true. It was the only possible reason why he would be jealous of Momo, his biggest rival, someone better than him when it came to handling females.
At first, he had only come to see Saya and play with her. As he got to know her better, he would spend some time with Urumi as well. It seemed to make Saya happier. Instead of her regular, happy smile, it was all the brighter when she saw them together. But lately, he had been spending more and more time with Urumi.
Kaidoh sighed one last time before checking his watch. It wasn't like them, but they were already ten minutes late. He couldn't think of any possible reason, but it was okay. As the highlight of his days, he wouldn't leave, since he had the time, before he saw Urumi and Saya.
"I might as well get to work while I wait," he thought to himself.
It was still early so there were no other people around. Rising from the bench, he went to lie on the grassy area where he could do sit-ups. Carefully putting his watch and his cell phone beside him, he started his exercises. Every day, he had to follow Inui's training schedule.
His training had become repetitive that it now served two purposes. It cleared his mind and let him think while he was maintaining the condition of his health. Instead of thinking about Urumi and Saya, he thought about his other priority in life, tennis.
It was twenty minutes later that the ringing of his cell phone snapped him out of his thought filled daze. He stopped his exercise and picked it up. Looking at the display, his face scrunched up with confusion. The number on the screen wasn't any that he knew, but he picked up anyways.
"Hello?"
"Kaidoh? It's Urumi."
"Huh?"
His mind blanked out for a seconds. How did she get his number? Why was she calling? Then, he remembered. On the spur of the moment, he had given it to her one day, saying that she could call him if anything was wrong. Since he saw them every day and she never did call, he had forgotten about it.
"It's Saya," she said, now capturing his full attention.
"What's wrong?"
"I - I don't know. She said that she was really hot and it looks like she has difficulty breathing. I don't know what to do!" cried Urumi.
"Okay, I'm coming right now!"
"Thanks, but please hurry. I - I'm scared."
"I'll be there in five minutes," Kaidoh replied and hung up.
Getting up from the grass, he ran as fast as his legs would carry him. So that was the reason why they were late. Saya was sick and Urumi didn't know what to do about it. Even though she had called him, Kaidoh was a little panicked. He wasn't a doctor so he might not be able to help.
When he got there, in five minutes like he said he would, it was to see that Urumi was waiting at the door. He felt a pain in his heart as he saw her tear-streaked face and puffy red eyes. Even still, he pushed that thought aside. Saya was the one who needed him the most now.
"Where is she?"
"She's in her room. Follow me," Urumi replied.
Quickly taking off his shoes, Kaidoh followed as Urumi ran upstairs and entered the first bedroom on the left. Entering behind her, he saw Saya lying on the bed. Her face was flushed and she was gasping for air. He went to check her temperature, but pulled his hand away in shock of the intensity.
"Kaidoh-niichan?" she whispered softly as she looked up at him.
"You'll be okay. Go back to sleep."
"Okay."
Urumi watched as Kaidoh had walked up to her. She had seen the look of shock on his face as he pulled his hand away in surprise. Dreading the worst, she felt paralyzed with fear. The only things moving were her tears as they steadily flowed down her face. At that moment, Kaidoh went back to talk to her quietly.
"It's only a fever, though it's pretty high."
"W - Will she live?" she asked.
"Depends. I need some ice, a bucket of cold water and some towels."
She stared back at him with blank eyes.
"Hurry!" he yelled.