Chapter 3
Omi sat beside the bed of his teammate as he typed away on his laptop. The team was busy, even with one of them out of commission. The boy was looking up buildings that had been newly bought as Ken slept on. The bright afternoon sunlight streamed into the room and brightened the dark haired boy's face as his sea green eyes started to open. Once again, the one sitting beside him didn't notice.
Ken raised his hand and rubbed at his eyes, getting the sleep out of them. The tapping stopped as Omi looked up, wide blue eyes watching Ken move in surprise. The hand lowered back to the bed as Ken looked over at him and blinked. The silence stayed in the room for another moment, then the younger boy smiled brightly, "Ken-kun! You're awake!! I'm so glad!! How do you feel?? Does your head hurt? Oh, and don't move your left hand, it would hurt your shoulder. You hurt it pretty bad when you hit the truck!"
Ken blinked again as he listened to the bright eyed boy beside him, trying to grasp all that he said. After another minute of listening to his babble, he opened his mouth. The blonde quieted right away as the soft tones floated into the room, "I'm Ken? I hit a truck? Do you mean the truck hit me?" Ken's forehead creased in confusion as he watched the boy.
Omi cocked his head like a dog listening to his master speak, his own confusion quite apparent, "N. no. you hit the truck, don't you remember? You fell off of the roof and onto the back of a bakery truck."
Ken snickered lightly, "I knew doughnuts would kill me someday. I didn't think it would be like this, though."
Omi giggled quietly, "I'm glad you're back, Ken-kun." He reached out and took his friend's hand, confusion forgotten for now. But the look on Ken's face made him stay that far away, only touching his hand instead of the hug he had wanted at first.
Ken watched him for a moment, "I'm. I'm sorry. but you are??"
Omi let go of his hand, and then closed the laptop and stared down at its cover, his fingers lightly moving over it, "I'm. I'm Omi. Tsukiyono Omi. I'm one of your best friends. You're Hidaka Ken, and obviously have amnesia." The boy plastered on a bright smile and looked up at his friend, "But don't worry! I'm quite sure you'll remember everything soon! Oh! I should call the others!" Omi stood up and put down the laptop onto the deserted chair, took out a cell phone and politely stepped out into the hall. He motioned for a doctor, told him Ken was awake, and then dialed the number of the shop where Yohji and Aya were working.
The doctor and a nurse went into Ken's room to do a few easy tests as the red head of Weiss picked up on the other end, "Koneko. Can I help you?"
Omi shook his head, "It's me, Aya. Ken's awake and.." The boy's sentence was cut off as the other man broke in, "He's awake? That's good. I'll call Rex and let her know on my way over."
"N. no! Aya, wait!" But the other had already hung up, conversation obviously over by his standards. Omi sighed in frustration and scratched his head. He put the phone back into his pocket and waited for the doctor to come back out before we went back inside. But once the doctor came out, he didn't have the courage to see the boy alone. It would be way too uncomfortable if he went in there now. Maybe if Aya was with him..
He waited only a few more minutes, and then the red head was beside him, "Omi. How is he?"
Omi gave out another sigh and looked up into those amethyst eyes, "He has amnesia, Aya. He doesn't remember me. So he won't remember you or Yohji or even," he looked around for a moment, "or even Kritiker. In fact, I wouldn't doubt it if he thinks he's still the star goalie of J-League."
Aya's eyes hardened to the rocks they resemble as he leans against the wall in thought. Everything about the man screamed instant anger. He looked ready to go on his patented "Takatori Hunt". Omi was polite enough to leave him some time to think on his own, but he was growing more and more impatient to see his friend remembering them all.
Aya suddenly stepped away from the wall and entered the room without knocking, Omi scrambling to stay right behind him. The boy in the bed had been looking out the window, but he turned his head to see who had walked in on him. He frowned lightly to see the stern red head striding most confidently over to him with his own frown. The elder man stood beside him and nearly glared down at him, "Don't play, Ken. Tell me my name."
Ken kept frowning up at him, confused as to what type of game the man might think he'd be playing, "Your name? I don't know." Aya's jaw clenched and he spoke between his teeth, "Tell me my name. Tell me what you do for a living."
Once more, Ken frowned at him, "I don't know and I don't know. What's with the third degree??" The man's commanding gaze was starting to unnerve him and make him nervous, which only made him angry.
Aya watched him intensely for a moment then turned to Omi, "Rex is coming. She can't see him like this." Omi nodded and lead Aya away to talk to him out of Ken's hearing. Ken stayed right where he was and tried to remember who Rex is. Is that his girlfriend?? She sounded like some kind of bike chick or something, some leather clad Harley girl. Ken snickered and looked back out the window, finding that quite unappealing. But a ride on a bike sounds like a blast. He needed to get out of that bed.
Ken swung his legs to one side of the bed and sat up with a groan. His free hand rose to rub at his aching shoulder and neck as he tried to keep his head situated and loose the dizziness. Now that he's alone in the room, he stood up unsteadily and finally examined the bandages that encased his shoulder and upper arm. There was a band that went around his upper arm and rib cage to hold his arm in place, and a sling holding his arm in the bent position. There were bandages around his head as well, but he couldn't remember why they're there. He frowned as he remembered Omi's words, that he had hit a truck when he fell from the roof. What was he doing on a roof?? And how could he just fall off?? Who was that irritating man demanding he stop playing games?? How does he get off telling.?
His thoughts were interrupted as the two came back into the room. Omi's eyes widened and he rushed over to sit Ken back down, "You shouldn't stand up, yet, Ken-kun! You need to rest for a while." Ken sat down again, relieved to not have to hold himself up for now. The mysterious red head simply crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the other two in the room. He was followed by a tall, shorthaired woman who stood beside him in the same position. That had to be Rex.
Omi went about the room, tidying things up and making sure Ken was comfortable. The woman took a few steps forward and smiled at Ken, "I'm Rex. Do you remember me at all?" As Ken shook his head, she sighed then kept silent for a few moments, "You work for me. At a flower shop. You live above that shop with three other boys. That would be Omi, Aya," she motioned to the two in question, "And Yohji, who isn't here. He's running the shop."
Ken nodded, "Alright. I guess." He looked over at Aya then back at Rex, "Why does he look like he's ready to kill me??" Rex snickered then looked back at the man, who merely rolled his eyes and looked away, "He looks like that all the time, Ken. He's a hard man, but a hard worker. So is Omi. Yohji's the laziest."
The brunette figured that left him somewhere in the middle of them all, perhaps an on-and-off-hard-worker-type. Or something like that. He's no oracle, but he figured there was another hour or so of people trying to get him to remember things he won't remember at all, then they'd all leave in frustration. Which is about what happened that night.
In the next two days, the same thing happened. Between doctors and nurses and the boys from the shop, Ken's frustration level raised to the breaking point. His last night in the hospital made that point break. or rather smash against the wall a few times, then against the floor, then the ceiling.. In any case, the boy ended up crying himself to sleep. Why couldn't he remember who he was?? Who is he? Tomorrow, he'd go home. But where is home? What does he do there? Who are those weird guys he lives with?
Omi sat beside the bed of his teammate as he typed away on his laptop. The team was busy, even with one of them out of commission. The boy was looking up buildings that had been newly bought as Ken slept on. The bright afternoon sunlight streamed into the room and brightened the dark haired boy's face as his sea green eyes started to open. Once again, the one sitting beside him didn't notice.
Ken raised his hand and rubbed at his eyes, getting the sleep out of them. The tapping stopped as Omi looked up, wide blue eyes watching Ken move in surprise. The hand lowered back to the bed as Ken looked over at him and blinked. The silence stayed in the room for another moment, then the younger boy smiled brightly, "Ken-kun! You're awake!! I'm so glad!! How do you feel?? Does your head hurt? Oh, and don't move your left hand, it would hurt your shoulder. You hurt it pretty bad when you hit the truck!"
Ken blinked again as he listened to the bright eyed boy beside him, trying to grasp all that he said. After another minute of listening to his babble, he opened his mouth. The blonde quieted right away as the soft tones floated into the room, "I'm Ken? I hit a truck? Do you mean the truck hit me?" Ken's forehead creased in confusion as he watched the boy.
Omi cocked his head like a dog listening to his master speak, his own confusion quite apparent, "N. no. you hit the truck, don't you remember? You fell off of the roof and onto the back of a bakery truck."
Ken snickered lightly, "I knew doughnuts would kill me someday. I didn't think it would be like this, though."
Omi giggled quietly, "I'm glad you're back, Ken-kun." He reached out and took his friend's hand, confusion forgotten for now. But the look on Ken's face made him stay that far away, only touching his hand instead of the hug he had wanted at first.
Ken watched him for a moment, "I'm. I'm sorry. but you are??"
Omi let go of his hand, and then closed the laptop and stared down at its cover, his fingers lightly moving over it, "I'm. I'm Omi. Tsukiyono Omi. I'm one of your best friends. You're Hidaka Ken, and obviously have amnesia." The boy plastered on a bright smile and looked up at his friend, "But don't worry! I'm quite sure you'll remember everything soon! Oh! I should call the others!" Omi stood up and put down the laptop onto the deserted chair, took out a cell phone and politely stepped out into the hall. He motioned for a doctor, told him Ken was awake, and then dialed the number of the shop where Yohji and Aya were working.
The doctor and a nurse went into Ken's room to do a few easy tests as the red head of Weiss picked up on the other end, "Koneko. Can I help you?"
Omi shook his head, "It's me, Aya. Ken's awake and.." The boy's sentence was cut off as the other man broke in, "He's awake? That's good. I'll call Rex and let her know on my way over."
"N. no! Aya, wait!" But the other had already hung up, conversation obviously over by his standards. Omi sighed in frustration and scratched his head. He put the phone back into his pocket and waited for the doctor to come back out before we went back inside. But once the doctor came out, he didn't have the courage to see the boy alone. It would be way too uncomfortable if he went in there now. Maybe if Aya was with him..
He waited only a few more minutes, and then the red head was beside him, "Omi. How is he?"
Omi gave out another sigh and looked up into those amethyst eyes, "He has amnesia, Aya. He doesn't remember me. So he won't remember you or Yohji or even," he looked around for a moment, "or even Kritiker. In fact, I wouldn't doubt it if he thinks he's still the star goalie of J-League."
Aya's eyes hardened to the rocks they resemble as he leans against the wall in thought. Everything about the man screamed instant anger. He looked ready to go on his patented "Takatori Hunt". Omi was polite enough to leave him some time to think on his own, but he was growing more and more impatient to see his friend remembering them all.
Aya suddenly stepped away from the wall and entered the room without knocking, Omi scrambling to stay right behind him. The boy in the bed had been looking out the window, but he turned his head to see who had walked in on him. He frowned lightly to see the stern red head striding most confidently over to him with his own frown. The elder man stood beside him and nearly glared down at him, "Don't play, Ken. Tell me my name."
Ken kept frowning up at him, confused as to what type of game the man might think he'd be playing, "Your name? I don't know." Aya's jaw clenched and he spoke between his teeth, "Tell me my name. Tell me what you do for a living."
Once more, Ken frowned at him, "I don't know and I don't know. What's with the third degree??" The man's commanding gaze was starting to unnerve him and make him nervous, which only made him angry.
Aya watched him intensely for a moment then turned to Omi, "Rex is coming. She can't see him like this." Omi nodded and lead Aya away to talk to him out of Ken's hearing. Ken stayed right where he was and tried to remember who Rex is. Is that his girlfriend?? She sounded like some kind of bike chick or something, some leather clad Harley girl. Ken snickered and looked back out the window, finding that quite unappealing. But a ride on a bike sounds like a blast. He needed to get out of that bed.
Ken swung his legs to one side of the bed and sat up with a groan. His free hand rose to rub at his aching shoulder and neck as he tried to keep his head situated and loose the dizziness. Now that he's alone in the room, he stood up unsteadily and finally examined the bandages that encased his shoulder and upper arm. There was a band that went around his upper arm and rib cage to hold his arm in place, and a sling holding his arm in the bent position. There were bandages around his head as well, but he couldn't remember why they're there. He frowned as he remembered Omi's words, that he had hit a truck when he fell from the roof. What was he doing on a roof?? And how could he just fall off?? Who was that irritating man demanding he stop playing games?? How does he get off telling.?
His thoughts were interrupted as the two came back into the room. Omi's eyes widened and he rushed over to sit Ken back down, "You shouldn't stand up, yet, Ken-kun! You need to rest for a while." Ken sat down again, relieved to not have to hold himself up for now. The mysterious red head simply crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the other two in the room. He was followed by a tall, shorthaired woman who stood beside him in the same position. That had to be Rex.
Omi went about the room, tidying things up and making sure Ken was comfortable. The woman took a few steps forward and smiled at Ken, "I'm Rex. Do you remember me at all?" As Ken shook his head, she sighed then kept silent for a few moments, "You work for me. At a flower shop. You live above that shop with three other boys. That would be Omi, Aya," she motioned to the two in question, "And Yohji, who isn't here. He's running the shop."
Ken nodded, "Alright. I guess." He looked over at Aya then back at Rex, "Why does he look like he's ready to kill me??" Rex snickered then looked back at the man, who merely rolled his eyes and looked away, "He looks like that all the time, Ken. He's a hard man, but a hard worker. So is Omi. Yohji's the laziest."
The brunette figured that left him somewhere in the middle of them all, perhaps an on-and-off-hard-worker-type. Or something like that. He's no oracle, but he figured there was another hour or so of people trying to get him to remember things he won't remember at all, then they'd all leave in frustration. Which is about what happened that night.
In the next two days, the same thing happened. Between doctors and nurses and the boys from the shop, Ken's frustration level raised to the breaking point. His last night in the hospital made that point break. or rather smash against the wall a few times, then against the floor, then the ceiling.. In any case, the boy ended up crying himself to sleep. Why couldn't he remember who he was?? Who is he? Tomorrow, he'd go home. But where is home? What does he do there? Who are those weird guys he lives with?
