Chapter 3
Mystic Sorcerer: Thanks so much Mystic-sensei! You've edited my chapter perfectly .
Emarista the Torturer: I won't include Uo's fan club yet, but I will in a few chapters.
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I didn't know if I would go along with this plan, knowing a new version of her may be the most terrifying thing. My heart told me to go; yet my mind told me a different story. I wanted to hide in this abyss…let everything fall away, allow for everything to stay the way it's always been. Uotani was smiling when she had realized who I was, yet I was dying a little. I was always weak at times when it came to the truth; did she really want me to be with her today? Did she really want her old Senpai to go on something with her friends? My heart still leaked with emotions, all confusing. One part would tell me to do that, which I wanted, the other saying it was nothing more than a lie, which may damage me. Oh, why did everything have to tear me in two! I loathed these times, it had often been that I would never keep stability…and now this knowing was tormenting me to the point where I couldn't handle it. A knock on the door, who in hell came here? "Hello?" Silence, perhaps no one was at the door to begin with, perhaps. My heart was wrenching again, and I was created dizzy to my environments. I collapsed onto the floor; sometimes I was disgusted with my heart acting up like this.
Flashback…
"Hello Yasu-san." I sat down gingerly; this doctor had held his interest in me ever since I started collapsing. I mean…how can I lie now? This has been occuring non-stop, and I knew it wouldn't end easily.
"Just tell me what's wrong with me."
"You want the truth bluntly?"
"Whatever fits more, I don't care about how you say it."
"You have a slight heart condition, often somewhat of a stagnate state. You are at no risk…for any seriously long periods of sleep. I do warn that you keep your stress factor down though; and. I would recommend you not to work awhile. I already know you won't listen." I nodded, a little relieved by all this, and it felt unreal and so real at the same time. Pain and happiness at the same time, one of the weirdest feelings known to humanity.
End Flashback…
"Uotani?" My eyes opened to gaze over her concerned face; those others were with her. Her gray-blue orbs kept a constant hold on me. Standing behind her, a female bearing a long black braid, her eyes pierced my own as if to read my mind. Her hair reminded me of a raven. The males had orange and gray hair. Kyo Sohma, the orange head; looking around my apartment, probably because it was too stuffy. Yuki Sohma, the gray haired one, was just like they always said. I, however, didn't get too affectionate to the looks of "prince" Yuki.
"Yasu-san, are you alright? You collapsed so suddenly, and right in front of Uotani-san as well."
"I'm all right, just a little tired." I attempted to move from the position I was in, to sit up…but Uotani held me down. Her eyes were suppressing tears, but in a more obvious manner than usual.
"Senpai, please don't get up yet. There's a doctor coming to check on you."
"I don't need a doctor, I know what happened."
"Still, we should check on you." I gave into her this time, relaxing my thoughts. I knew Uotani was like this at times, and there was no argument I could compose. This time I would face the wrath that goes alongside being her friend.
"All right, Uotani-san." My eyes drifted towards the female known as Saki Hanajima. She kept staring at me as if she knew my secret, maybe she did? I relaxed this way awhile, an hour later I awoke and found I had fallen asleep. They had been eating at the small counted I had titled a dining room, which was positioned in the kitchen. Another entered the room; before I had lain alone in the room, of course hungry. Uotani would not grant me permission to leave the room, even to eat. The girl I knew as Tohru Honda entered the room; with that usual cheerfulness in her glimmering eyes.
"Yasu-san, I brought your dinner!" Her voice was so enlightening; no one could mistake it. I studied the tray she carried with her, it contained a few items I wouldn't have expected. Miso soup? I didn't know how it could have been so freshly made, and that caught my attention. I hadn't had such mastered Miso soup in years, and I didn't even say anything other than think of my childhood love of it.
Flashback…
"Tsukiko! The soup's ready!" My mother always cooked Miso soup from scratch, and to me it became perfection, that I adored. I enjoyed that Miso soup more than anything; it was my favorite food.
End flashback…
Half an hour after dinner, the doctor arrived…
TBC…