Disclaimer: See pervious chapters.
Chris: What a way to cop out.
Yeah, yeah. I figure if they've gotten this far, then why put up the same thing over and over?
Chris: You may have a point.
Dari: *gasp* You agree with her?
Chris: I said no such thing.
*both begin to argue* Why can't all the voices in my head get along? Anyway, this bit takes place about a month after Tomonori finds Tsukasa. Just go with it... *tries to watch out for plot holes* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Will you be alright?" Tomonori peered worriedly at the young boy currently smiling up at him from his seat on the couch. Still too pale and too thin, most of his wounds were healed and the doctor Tomonori had taken him too had assured him that aside from the memory loss, there was no real damage. The young boy smiled up at him from where he was sitting on the couch.
"Yes, Tomonori-san. Thank you. Have a good day." This would be Nakaura's first day back at the school since he'd found the battered boy. He counted his blessings, thankful that he still had a job even after taking so much time off. Being such a new teacher, Tomonori wasn't sure he would be able to pull it off, but he had a feeling that Father had pulled a few strings.
Despite having talked to numerous people, police and the other members of Wiz-Dom, there was no word on a missing person. At a loss for what to do, something had stopped him from letting the boy out of his sight. From that first night, he'd simply taken him in, no questions asked. Well, aside from the obvious ones that neither could answer.
And now, when he had to go back to work, he was loathe to leave this boy behind.
"If you're absolutely sure..." The boy simply smiled and nodded. "If you need anything then," he began only to stop when the boy began to laugh softly.
"I know how to reach you. You'll be late Tomonori-san." Glancing at the wall clock, he saw that that was indeed true. Schooling his expression into one of carelessness, Tomonori nodded and turned to leave.
"Ittekimasu," he called out of habit before he walked out the door. He couldn't hide a tiny smile as he barely caught an "Itterasshai" before the door closed.
As soon as he heard the door click shut, the young boy sagged against the back of the couch. He was still very weak, but it wouldn't do to allow Tomonori-san to see him like this. Taking a deep breath, he looked around the big room. A few books, an end table, two chairs, the couch he was sitting on and two doorways; one leading to the kitchen, the other to the front hall and from there access to the rest of the house. This would be the first time since he'd woken up here that he was alone and free to learn more about the man who had taken him in.
He'd not really had a chance to ask Tomonori-san many questions as he was busy asking so many of his own. Taking a deep breath, he stood and waited for the room to stop tilting before wandering around the house. The walls and tables around were bare of any sense of personality. He couldn't tell anything about what sort of life Tomonori-san had led before he'd fallen into his lap. For some reason, this thought made him sad. He turned and went back into the room he'd started in. Walking over to the table and picking up a book, he glanced at the cover. He struggled for a moment over the kanji. "Journey...," he read aloud. "Journey to the....West?" Just a novel then. Still, it was something to read and he wanted to work on his reading. Tomonori-san had been teaching him and he wanted to please his care-taker very much. Smiling to himself, he settled once more on the couch and began to read.
He'd not noticed when exactly he'd fallen asleep, but he jerked awake at the sound of the door opening. The room was much darker then he'd remembered. Just how long had he been asleep? A weary "Tadaima" came from the hall. He set the book down beside him and, taking another breath, pushed himself out of the chair. As he walked as quickly as his body would allow, he responded with the phrase he'd learned from Tomonori-san. "Okaeri." He rounded a corner and stopped short with a gasp when he caught sight of the older man.
Covered in blood and looking ready to collapse, Nakaura Tomonori leaned heavily on the wall next to him, trying to remove his shoes. Rushing forward, forgetting about all his own pain, the boy reached out to try to help.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dari: And then what happens?
I don't know....
Chris: How can you not know? You're writing this.
That means nothing. I'm making it up as I go along.
Chris: You're so pathetic. Dari: Is not. *the two begin to bicker again*
Well, anyway, I hope to have something resembling a plot line eventually..... Thank you so much to my two reviewers (Luv ya both!! Brownies for all *throws brownies about* Yay!) and to anyone else who might be reading and lurking. As always, read and review.
Yeah, yeah. I figure if they've gotten this far, then why put up the same thing over and over?
Chris: You may have a point.
Dari: *gasp* You agree with her?
Chris: I said no such thing.
*both begin to argue* Why can't all the voices in my head get along? Anyway, this bit takes place about a month after Tomonori finds Tsukasa. Just go with it... *tries to watch out for plot holes* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Will you be alright?" Tomonori peered worriedly at the young boy currently smiling up at him from his seat on the couch. Still too pale and too thin, most of his wounds were healed and the doctor Tomonori had taken him too had assured him that aside from the memory loss, there was no real damage. The young boy smiled up at him from where he was sitting on the couch.
"Yes, Tomonori-san. Thank you. Have a good day." This would be Nakaura's first day back at the school since he'd found the battered boy. He counted his blessings, thankful that he still had a job even after taking so much time off. Being such a new teacher, Tomonori wasn't sure he would be able to pull it off, but he had a feeling that Father had pulled a few strings.
Despite having talked to numerous people, police and the other members of Wiz-Dom, there was no word on a missing person. At a loss for what to do, something had stopped him from letting the boy out of his sight. From that first night, he'd simply taken him in, no questions asked. Well, aside from the obvious ones that neither could answer.
And now, when he had to go back to work, he was loathe to leave this boy behind.
"If you're absolutely sure..." The boy simply smiled and nodded. "If you need anything then," he began only to stop when the boy began to laugh softly.
"I know how to reach you. You'll be late Tomonori-san." Glancing at the wall clock, he saw that that was indeed true. Schooling his expression into one of carelessness, Tomonori nodded and turned to leave.
"Ittekimasu," he called out of habit before he walked out the door. He couldn't hide a tiny smile as he barely caught an "Itterasshai" before the door closed.
As soon as he heard the door click shut, the young boy sagged against the back of the couch. He was still very weak, but it wouldn't do to allow Tomonori-san to see him like this. Taking a deep breath, he looked around the big room. A few books, an end table, two chairs, the couch he was sitting on and two doorways; one leading to the kitchen, the other to the front hall and from there access to the rest of the house. This would be the first time since he'd woken up here that he was alone and free to learn more about the man who had taken him in.
He'd not really had a chance to ask Tomonori-san many questions as he was busy asking so many of his own. Taking a deep breath, he stood and waited for the room to stop tilting before wandering around the house. The walls and tables around were bare of any sense of personality. He couldn't tell anything about what sort of life Tomonori-san had led before he'd fallen into his lap. For some reason, this thought made him sad. He turned and went back into the room he'd started in. Walking over to the table and picking up a book, he glanced at the cover. He struggled for a moment over the kanji. "Journey...," he read aloud. "Journey to the....West?" Just a novel then. Still, it was something to read and he wanted to work on his reading. Tomonori-san had been teaching him and he wanted to please his care-taker very much. Smiling to himself, he settled once more on the couch and began to read.
He'd not noticed when exactly he'd fallen asleep, but he jerked awake at the sound of the door opening. The room was much darker then he'd remembered. Just how long had he been asleep? A weary "Tadaima" came from the hall. He set the book down beside him and, taking another breath, pushed himself out of the chair. As he walked as quickly as his body would allow, he responded with the phrase he'd learned from Tomonori-san. "Okaeri." He rounded a corner and stopped short with a gasp when he caught sight of the older man.
Covered in blood and looking ready to collapse, Nakaura Tomonori leaned heavily on the wall next to him, trying to remove his shoes. Rushing forward, forgetting about all his own pain, the boy reached out to try to help.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dari: And then what happens?
I don't know....
Chris: How can you not know? You're writing this.
That means nothing. I'm making it up as I go along.
Chris: You're so pathetic. Dari: Is not. *the two begin to bicker again*
Well, anyway, I hope to have something resembling a plot line eventually..... Thank you so much to my two reviewers (Luv ya both!! Brownies for all *throws brownies about* Yay!) and to anyone else who might be reading and lurking. As always, read and review.