Nichts (Nothing)
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
A/N: This is a revised version of what I uploaded earlier. I just didn't like the first version very much.
Chapter 3 (Aya's POV)
Back at the Koneko we left a note for Momoe-san, saying that we were unable to work the next day, and went to bed. This was pretty much all we could do at the moment and we needed sleep.
It was not until the next day that we all met in our 'mission room'. Omi and Yohji settled down on the couch while I preferred to stand.
"What are we gonna do?"Yohji asked.
"We can't just kick Ken-kun out of Weiß,"Omi stated firmly, cheeks reddened in anxiety. "He's our friend! We can't just ... let him down."
"No,"I replied. "I don't think it will be necessary to 'kick him out' like you said. He's quite good at doing research and you often complain about having to do all the work on your own."
Omi nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes! I could really use a hand ... ummm ... I mean ... help ..."
"You really think it's that easy?"another voice spoke up.
"Manx!"
"Ken is really good at research,"Yohji spoke up. "And where else could he go?"
"I have spoken to Persia about this matter. He'll let Ken stay here, but if you don't manage to take care of Ken as well as the shop and your missions one of these things will have to go."
And we knew what she meant. I frowned at her; she raised an eyebrow and glared back, our eyes fighting a silent duel. Manx was the first to look away.
"You are still on a mission, by the way,"she said icily and left.
Oh yes, the target. He was still alive and now he was warned. But was that really a problem for Weiß? I think not. We had had missions worse than that. We would manage this. We would get our revenge for what had happened to Ken ...
(Ken's POV)
The room I was in was scaring me.
It was white, just plain white with nothing cheerful that could have
brightened the mood in there. I just wanted out of that room. Ever since I had been awake I kept trying to forget about what had happened. To forget about ... the hole in my hand and what this meant. The white walls seemed to come closer and closer to me
as well as these thoughts ...
No more soccer, no more Weiß, no more independence.
From now on I would always have to depend on others. They would have to help me with every little thing and this was a thought I almost couldn't
bear.
What was to become of me if I had to leave Weiß? I had never wanted anything, but playing soccer and even if the whole thing with Kase hadn't happened the doors to the J-League would be closed to me
forever now.
Just as I was about to lose it again I heard a knock on the door.
"Yes?"I said, weakly.
The door opened and in came Manx, ever beautiful and ever strong she
seemed.
"Hello, Ken."She sat down on the –white- chair beside the bed. "I don't think I need to ask you how I feel,"she started. "And although I'd rather comfort you now I have some ... unpleasant things to talk to you about."
Slowly I nodded. She certainly wanted to tell me that I had to leave Weiß.
"I discussed your current ... state with Persia at length and we made a decision. You do not have to leave Weiß, but you will of course never carry out a mission again and you can't work in the shop anymore. You will help
Omi doing the reasearch and do whatever you want to do the rest of the
time."
I gazed at her. Sure, I heard what she was saying, but did I understand the
meaning of her words?
And more important, could I live with this?
Ahh, I couldn't think about it. I could focus on any of these questions
really. Maybe the sedatives were still having their funny little side effects on me. Whatever ... I wanted sleep ... I wanted to forget. I wanted
back to this place I had visited in my sleep where everything was warm,
soft and where nothing mattered.
"Have you understood what I was trying to tell you, Ken? Ken!"
This voice, it belonged to ... Manx, yes, it was Manx. She had just told me
something important, but it could wait until later. It had to wait.
With this thought I went back to sleep.
I woke up to find the room unchanged. Of course. Why would it chance all of
a sudden, huh?
'You're being dumb as usually Hidaka,' I thought to myself.
I wondered where the others were. But then again why would they want to
visit me, anyway?
I had managed to fuck up the mission as well as myself and I was only a burden for them, just someone they would maybe take care for because
they had orders from Persia-
"Hidaka-san? It's time for you to take a bath,"a voice said, tentatively, stopping me from musing about my situation further.
It was Sae, my nurse. She was pretty young and pretty, too. I did not want her to help me with the bath. It was so embarassing ... needing the help of this girl.
"Hidaka-san?"
"Hai ..."
Sae and another nurse lifted me from the bed down on a wheelchair and took me to the bathroom.
"We need to undress you now, please lift your arms, Hidaka-san."
I was dressed in one of these hospital night-gowns. It wasn't comfortable, it wasn't pretty, but it was the only protection and comfort I had. I shivered. I did not want this bath.
"No ... please ... no. I really don't want to ..."
The older nurse glared at me. "We have our orders. One bath every second day for every patient. Not more, not less. Would you please just do what I told you? Otherwise we'll need to get same male nurses to help us."
I felt tears well up in my eyes. I wanted to blink them away, but I just couldn't. Why did they have to act like this? It wasn't that I didn't want the bath. I definitely wanted one, but not with the help of Sae and whoever that other nurse was.
"I don't want to,"I whispered.
"Fine, I warned you, but you didn't want to listen ... Koji, Yamato!"she yelled.
A few moments later two very tall male nurses stood in front of me, grinning like the devil, enjoying this whole situation, while I was scared to death. They started to tear at my nightgown. I tried to defend myself, but they only pushed my hands away. It hurt. It burned. I couldn't help but let out a sob.
"Quit being such a crybaby. We're being extra careful after all,"one of them said.
I wriggled around to get myself free while they still tried to get me out of my clothes. One of them was obviously annoyed with the whole situation and kicked the wheelchair. It fell to the side and I hit the hard, tiled floor. That was when hell broke loose: I was laying under the wheelchair so that I couldn't see what was happening, but I heard muffled noises from the male nurses and high pitched screams from Sae and the older woman, then the chair was being cast aside and someone bent down to check on me.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
A/N: This is a revised version of what I uploaded earlier. I just didn't like the first version very much.
Chapter 3 (Aya's POV)
Back at the Koneko we left a note for Momoe-san, saying that we were unable to work the next day, and went to bed. This was pretty much all we could do at the moment and we needed sleep.
It was not until the next day that we all met in our 'mission room'. Omi and Yohji settled down on the couch while I preferred to stand.
"What are we gonna do?"Yohji asked.
"We can't just kick Ken-kun out of Weiß,"Omi stated firmly, cheeks reddened in anxiety. "He's our friend! We can't just ... let him down."
"No,"I replied. "I don't think it will be necessary to 'kick him out' like you said. He's quite good at doing research and you often complain about having to do all the work on your own."
Omi nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes! I could really use a hand ... ummm ... I mean ... help ..."
"You really think it's that easy?"another voice spoke up.
"Manx!"
"Ken is really good at research,"Yohji spoke up. "And where else could he go?"
"I have spoken to Persia about this matter. He'll let Ken stay here, but if you don't manage to take care of Ken as well as the shop and your missions one of these things will have to go."
And we knew what she meant. I frowned at her; she raised an eyebrow and glared back, our eyes fighting a silent duel. Manx was the first to look away.
"You are still on a mission, by the way,"she said icily and left.
Oh yes, the target. He was still alive and now he was warned. But was that really a problem for Weiß? I think not. We had had missions worse than that. We would manage this. We would get our revenge for what had happened to Ken ...
(Ken's POV)
The room I was in was scaring me.
It was white, just plain white with nothing cheerful that could have
brightened the mood in there. I just wanted out of that room. Ever since I had been awake I kept trying to forget about what had happened. To forget about ... the hole in my hand and what this meant. The white walls seemed to come closer and closer to me
as well as these thoughts ...
No more soccer, no more Weiß, no more independence.
From now on I would always have to depend on others. They would have to help me with every little thing and this was a thought I almost couldn't
bear.
What was to become of me if I had to leave Weiß? I had never wanted anything, but playing soccer and even if the whole thing with Kase hadn't happened the doors to the J-League would be closed to me
forever now.
Just as I was about to lose it again I heard a knock on the door.
"Yes?"I said, weakly.
The door opened and in came Manx, ever beautiful and ever strong she
seemed.
"Hello, Ken."She sat down on the –white- chair beside the bed. "I don't think I need to ask you how I feel,"she started. "And although I'd rather comfort you now I have some ... unpleasant things to talk to you about."
Slowly I nodded. She certainly wanted to tell me that I had to leave Weiß.
"I discussed your current ... state with Persia at length and we made a decision. You do not have to leave Weiß, but you will of course never carry out a mission again and you can't work in the shop anymore. You will help
Omi doing the reasearch and do whatever you want to do the rest of the
time."
I gazed at her. Sure, I heard what she was saying, but did I understand the
meaning of her words?
And more important, could I live with this?
Ahh, I couldn't think about it. I could focus on any of these questions
really. Maybe the sedatives were still having their funny little side effects on me. Whatever ... I wanted sleep ... I wanted to forget. I wanted
back to this place I had visited in my sleep where everything was warm,
soft and where nothing mattered.
"Have you understood what I was trying to tell you, Ken? Ken!"
This voice, it belonged to ... Manx, yes, it was Manx. She had just told me
something important, but it could wait until later. It had to wait.
With this thought I went back to sleep.
I woke up to find the room unchanged. Of course. Why would it chance all of
a sudden, huh?
'You're being dumb as usually Hidaka,' I thought to myself.
I wondered where the others were. But then again why would they want to
visit me, anyway?
I had managed to fuck up the mission as well as myself and I was only a burden for them, just someone they would maybe take care for because
they had orders from Persia-
"Hidaka-san? It's time for you to take a bath,"a voice said, tentatively, stopping me from musing about my situation further.
It was Sae, my nurse. She was pretty young and pretty, too. I did not want her to help me with the bath. It was so embarassing ... needing the help of this girl.
"Hidaka-san?"
"Hai ..."
Sae and another nurse lifted me from the bed down on a wheelchair and took me to the bathroom.
"We need to undress you now, please lift your arms, Hidaka-san."
I was dressed in one of these hospital night-gowns. It wasn't comfortable, it wasn't pretty, but it was the only protection and comfort I had. I shivered. I did not want this bath.
"No ... please ... no. I really don't want to ..."
The older nurse glared at me. "We have our orders. One bath every second day for every patient. Not more, not less. Would you please just do what I told you? Otherwise we'll need to get same male nurses to help us."
I felt tears well up in my eyes. I wanted to blink them away, but I just couldn't. Why did they have to act like this? It wasn't that I didn't want the bath. I definitely wanted one, but not with the help of Sae and whoever that other nurse was.
"I don't want to,"I whispered.
"Fine, I warned you, but you didn't want to listen ... Koji, Yamato!"she yelled.
A few moments later two very tall male nurses stood in front of me, grinning like the devil, enjoying this whole situation, while I was scared to death. They started to tear at my nightgown. I tried to defend myself, but they only pushed my hands away. It hurt. It burned. I couldn't help but let out a sob.
"Quit being such a crybaby. We're being extra careful after all,"one of them said.
I wriggled around to get myself free while they still tried to get me out of my clothes. One of them was obviously annoyed with the whole situation and kicked the wheelchair. It fell to the side and I hit the hard, tiled floor. That was when hell broke loose: I was laying under the wheelchair so that I couldn't see what was happening, but I heard muffled noises from the male nurses and high pitched screams from Sae and the older woman, then the chair was being cast aside and someone bent down to check on me.