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Saving Sushi
Chapter Two:Sounds
As his cup of strawberry butter tea rolled off the coffee table and shattered on the floor, the liquid that used to be inside seeping into the vinalla-colored carpet, Matsoma Waseru was staring into space. Breaking glass didn't seem to phase the fourteen-year-old half as much as the screams erupting inside his own head.
Matt, though undeniably weird, had never heard voices that weren't real. Even in the Kuyka household, where strangeness was as much a part of everyday life as breathing, nobody had experianced spells like that when they were awake.
The boy suddenly clenched his eyes shut, rising his hands to cover his ears. The sounds seemed to reverberate through his robotic arm, giving him the urge to pinch himself to make sure he was awake. Awake or not, that wouldn't do any good. Matt's nerve endings didn't reach his skin and he wouldn't feel a thing.
"Nerves!" Matt thought aloud. "That's it! Maybe I'm having an attack..."
Standing up and opening his eyes, he forced himself to walk to full- length mirror and peer at his reflection. There didn't seem to be anything wrong. His golden eyes didn't have the strange, hazy look of Sushi's whenever her nerves gave her problems. His skin was normal, not stark white, and no straightjacket replaced his tee-shirt and jeans. His hair was strawberry blonde, thankfully without dried blood anywhere in it from a knock on the head that he didn't remember.
None of that mattered much when the cacophony inside his head turned from crazed screams and uncomprehensible whispers into real words, cries for help from a voice he'd never forget.
"Suu?" Matt whispered, horrified. Almost as soon as it had left him, his voice came back in a flood of strengh and worry for his half sister. "SUSHI!"
He raced towards her room, banging into the wall and knocking off a picture in his haste. He flung open the door and charged into the room only to find Sushi laying on her bed, typing away at her laptop as music blared through it's speakers. She glanced up at him and, seeing the fear on his face, snapped the lid of the computer shut and sat up.
"Matt-Matt? What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," he stammered. It was the truth, too. The noise in his head had shut off the minute he'd seen Sushi.
"Really? You look scared to death."
"I spilled my tea on the carpet---"
"Oh, Matt!" Sushi moaned. "Not in the living room!"
Matt nodded, a little embarassed. Here he was thinking Sushi was in major trouble while she was worried about the tea staining the carpet.
"Well, let's see how bad it is," she sighed, rising from her bed and heading towards the living room. Matt followed silently, stopping when he noticed the picture that had fallen from the wall.
It had to be coincidence. Maybe there was something in that tea, he'd caught Shinzo giving him a rather evil glare earlier. Yeah, that must have been it. Shinzo must've slipped some kind of drug in his tea. Gods knew he would be able to get a hold of some, and that was just the kind of thing Shinzo would do for a laugh.
But Shinzo had taken off somewhere before Matt poured his tea, and that meant that Shinzo would have had to poison the whole batch. He wasn't stupid enough to do that. Sushi would kill him, and there was no telling what it would do to the already insane Yoki.
In the living room, Sushi was exclaiming over the mess, but Matt barely heard her.
This wasn't coincidence. This was an omen.
The picture laying on the floor, glass from the broken frame strawn around it, was one of Sushi.
Authors Note: Short chapter, I know. I just want to get all the characters in here. Two more chapters and we'll really get started.
Saving Sushi
Chapter Two:Sounds
As his cup of strawberry butter tea rolled off the coffee table and shattered on the floor, the liquid that used to be inside seeping into the vinalla-colored carpet, Matsoma Waseru was staring into space. Breaking glass didn't seem to phase the fourteen-year-old half as much as the screams erupting inside his own head.
Matt, though undeniably weird, had never heard voices that weren't real. Even in the Kuyka household, where strangeness was as much a part of everyday life as breathing, nobody had experianced spells like that when they were awake.
The boy suddenly clenched his eyes shut, rising his hands to cover his ears. The sounds seemed to reverberate through his robotic arm, giving him the urge to pinch himself to make sure he was awake. Awake or not, that wouldn't do any good. Matt's nerve endings didn't reach his skin and he wouldn't feel a thing.
"Nerves!" Matt thought aloud. "That's it! Maybe I'm having an attack..."
Standing up and opening his eyes, he forced himself to walk to full- length mirror and peer at his reflection. There didn't seem to be anything wrong. His golden eyes didn't have the strange, hazy look of Sushi's whenever her nerves gave her problems. His skin was normal, not stark white, and no straightjacket replaced his tee-shirt and jeans. His hair was strawberry blonde, thankfully without dried blood anywhere in it from a knock on the head that he didn't remember.
None of that mattered much when the cacophony inside his head turned from crazed screams and uncomprehensible whispers into real words, cries for help from a voice he'd never forget.
"Suu?" Matt whispered, horrified. Almost as soon as it had left him, his voice came back in a flood of strengh and worry for his half sister. "SUSHI!"
He raced towards her room, banging into the wall and knocking off a picture in his haste. He flung open the door and charged into the room only to find Sushi laying on her bed, typing away at her laptop as music blared through it's speakers. She glanced up at him and, seeing the fear on his face, snapped the lid of the computer shut and sat up.
"Matt-Matt? What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," he stammered. It was the truth, too. The noise in his head had shut off the minute he'd seen Sushi.
"Really? You look scared to death."
"I spilled my tea on the carpet---"
"Oh, Matt!" Sushi moaned. "Not in the living room!"
Matt nodded, a little embarassed. Here he was thinking Sushi was in major trouble while she was worried about the tea staining the carpet.
"Well, let's see how bad it is," she sighed, rising from her bed and heading towards the living room. Matt followed silently, stopping when he noticed the picture that had fallen from the wall.
It had to be coincidence. Maybe there was something in that tea, he'd caught Shinzo giving him a rather evil glare earlier. Yeah, that must have been it. Shinzo must've slipped some kind of drug in his tea. Gods knew he would be able to get a hold of some, and that was just the kind of thing Shinzo would do for a laugh.
But Shinzo had taken off somewhere before Matt poured his tea, and that meant that Shinzo would have had to poison the whole batch. He wasn't stupid enough to do that. Sushi would kill him, and there was no telling what it would do to the already insane Yoki.
In the living room, Sushi was exclaiming over the mess, but Matt barely heard her.
This wasn't coincidence. This was an omen.
The picture laying on the floor, glass from the broken frame strawn around it, was one of Sushi.
Authors Note: Short chapter, I know. I just want to get all the characters in here. Two more chapters and we'll really get started.