I always wished that fanfiction would post my stories in the color I write them because I always have fun color coding all of my stories and always thought it would be fun for other people to read them in the color I chose. This one is written in brown but it looks more like dark orange to me.
Disclaimer-I didn't own it the last 3 chapters and I don't own it now.
I finally took that nap that I had been wanting. This day and last night have drained me. My jaw is still a little sore from being punched but I can barely feel it with everyone else's pain running through me like water.
Some guy on the second floor has a paper cut, another the stomach flu. On this floor someone has an ear infection and hasn't taken there medicine in three days. I almost want to run into his room and shove the pills down his throat.
These guys don't take care of themselves because they think they're the only one who will be affected. I swear, I want to go up to each and every single one of them and scream in there faces to stop breaking there arms and getting sick all the time. But of course I don't, I mean if I did yell at them it would be in my creepy no feeling voice and that would be something extremely strange to hear.
I didn't pick up anyone's dream because no one was sleeping which was fine with me. I woke up to some yelling the hallway. Don't these people have any respect for those of us who are dead tired? I decided to go out and tell them to cut the crap or I would send some of my ghost friends on them.
To my surprise I sensed Nakatsu in the fight right before I heard his voice. He was angry. Sano was there too he was jealous again. I hate that guy so much, he always feels hat he is so above everyone and that what ever he is going through is worse then everyone else, which I can say in complete truth is complete bull shit.
Almost every day at Osaka has it worse then Izumi Sano yet he makes it seem like he's always suffering or something. Now he's the one I really hate, not Nakatsu. No, never Nakatsu.
I kicked the door open for the dramatic affect. My hair was probably in a mess because I just woke up and I had a cranky look on my face that probably made me look crazy… Explains why the only guys who were watching fled in terror.
"What do you two think you are doing?" I asked in the darkest and evil voice I could muster on such short notice. Neither of them said anything. I inwardly sighed, always had too much pride these two.
"Either tell me now or I'll have to kill you and extract the information from your spirits. This made Nakatsu twitch but still I got nothing. "You're so stupid Kayashima. You think you're so powerful because you can talk to ghosts." He spat at me.
I just raised an eyebrow. "And you are a horrible high jumper that thinks that you're so cool that it doesn't matter how you treat those around you. Even the ones you love." He scowled and tried to go into his room but I wasn't done yet.
"Excuse me Izumi; I don't think I was finished with you." I called after him in my normal cold voice. Nakatsu was feeling a bit nervous, I wasn't paying attention to see if he looked it as well because I was busy picturing Sano being run over by a truck in my mind. Yes, that would be fun now wouldn't it?
He turns to me. "What do you want?" He asked in a bored tone but he can't hide it from me, he was pissed. "I want to know why you two woke me up. I would prefer you tell me right now so I can go back to sleep while I'm still tired."
Nakatsu shook his head and placed his hand on my shoulder. The touch that awaken a thousand feelings… Hmmm, I guess I do have a poetic side, who would have guessed? Anyways, he shook his head, "It was nothing, go back to bed."
But he should no me better. Right after I've woken up all the feelings of crankiness come to me and stick like a bad tattoo. I wasn't going to let this go until someone told me what the hell they were yelling for.
I guess if I had really bothered to figure it out on my own I would have been able to easily but I wanted to hear it from Izumi's mouth. "Sano? Could this be because your precious Mizuki gave Nakatsu here an innocent kiss on the cheek earlier today?" I ask him, striking a nerve.
My roommate became wide eyed. "How did you know about that?" he asked. I shrug turning to him. "I told you I was an empathic, it wasn't hard to find out." But the results of finding it out did hurt real pain. I shouldn't think of that now, no I can't think of that.
"What ever it was has nothing to do with you Kayashima, you are always trying to protect Nakatsu, and it's disgusting. You're such a queer." Someone on the floor above us started laughing because of a funny joke and it passed right through me, except colder and scarier.
Although Nakatsu's anger had mostly faded away there was still enough for me to feed off of with the addition the rest of the school's anger. My fist flies right into his face causing him to stumble backwards.
"What's wrong with trying to protect those that make you feel! You are just a selfish bastered who wouldn't know what it's like to have to protect someone." he looks at me like I'm insane but that's okay because right now I've always thought that something was wrong with me anyways. His nose is bleeding; I didn't know that I had the ability to do that by myself.
"You don't know a damn thing about me. Don't act like you do!" he screamed getting up. I raise an eyebrow returning to my emotionless self. Bring that angry had felt good but now I need to deal with him in my own natural way.
"Don't kid yourself. It's my curse to know everything about you and everyone else around me." I guess Mizuki had been taking a shower because when she came out of her room her hair was still wet.
"Sano you're bleeding!" she yelled in surprise. "What happened?" He pushes her away angrily and goes into there room. She looks at Nakatsu and me questioningly then follows him to see what she can do.
My roommate wants to say something. I can tell but he holds the words back until we're back in our own room. "You said that you have to protect me." He says almost absent mindedly.
I nod my head. "I do." He looks up at me from the chair by the desk. "Why do you have to?" he asks feeling a bit hurt. I smile feeling sympathy on my own for the first time. I kneel down next to his chair and put a hand on his.
"I have the obligation to protect those that I love because if you hurt then I will hurt more then ever before." His eyes go wide but then he nods in acceptance. I go over to my bed, I'm not tired anymore but I just want to be warm like he is for once.
"Love in an emotion Kayashima." He starts off. "I know." I answer quietly. I always have to know. "You said that you never felt before me." I think I know where he's going with this but remain silent.
"Your parents? Did you love them?" My parents? "No." I answer without even thinking. "Oh." He says quietly getting up. "My mom died giving birth to me. The first ting I ever felt was death. My dad, he loved me or so he said until he died when I was ten. But I didn't have the ability to love them back until now. I love them now Nakatsu, I love them now."
My answer makes him a bit happier before he goes to take a shower. I sleep that night and dream. I see my mother and father. For the first time I dream on my own and see the spirits instead of just the ghosts.
Today's the big supper bowl. I guess I should be all excited since I live real close to where it's being played but I can't get excited to watch a game as pointless as football. No offense to all the fans out there but I hate sports.