When they reached the nurses office they gently placed Sunao in his bed and Sora placed a chaste kiss on his cheek while the nurses back was turned. Nanami's antenna like strand of hair twitched with a life of its own and he turned just in time to see Sora rising from his show of affection, he would have said something about it if he didnt know better, but he did.
Unfortunately he wasnt the only one who saw the secret act. Matsuri burst through the door, he flew across the room and latched on to Sora, screaming laughter blared from him and he snuggled up to his blue eyed friend "Sora and Sunao are in love! do it again so I can get a picture."
He averted his face from his current hostage and murmured "imagine what people would pay for that picture!" Sora hadn't heard him but still fought against his embrace, arms flailing in all directions and words of accusation flying with them through the efforts Matsuri just squealed with delight at the thought of all the money this scheme could get them.
But while the two fought Sunao slowly awoke from the noise and threw his clenched fists to the bed, temple throbbing, he yelled out "Shut up! im trying to sleep here!" Matsuri slid off of Sora who had stopped moving at all. Then they all started barking insults and commands at each other. Nanami sat in his swivel chair and brought a hand up to conceal his giggling, finally things were normal again, as noisy as normal was.
A couple of days had passed since the speaker incident and Sunao's foot had healed nicely. He was walking next to Sora, clasping books before him with his head hung low. Matsuri walked just ahead of the two and he was spewing new ideas not even looking their way. It was obvious that neither of the boys were listening, Sora sent a nervous glance in the pink haired ones direction but when he realized that he was too deep in thought to notice the look, he then returned to staring lazily forward.
It had been on his mind for the longest time, ever since the culprit had shown up again he didnt know what to think. He was as on edge as he had been when he first learned about Sunao's...inhabitant...Matsuri just kept walking and talking but luckily they were nearing the school building where they would have to attend dear nii-chans class, Sora didnt know which was worse, Matsuri's money making schemes...or Shinichiro's sadistic classes and even worse punishments.
To break his train of though a scream was heard through the air and pink eyes caught on to blue locks darker than Sora's flying through the air in their direction. Sunao moved and promptly after Ichikawa landed on Sora, tumbling them both to the ground. "Ichi!" Matsuri aknowledged the other then began to egg on the fight that broke out between he and Sora. "For Nagase-buchou!" Ichi shouted and held Sora in a headlock, chewing on his head viciously.
Sunao sighed at the foolish behavior and turned towards the school building. He didn't need to bring himself down to their level of stupidity. Matsuri watched the boy leave the scene and he stopped encouraging the fight, it troubled him to see such stand-offish behavior from the seventeen-year-old. Sora and Ichi could have playfully duked it out all day long but Shinichiro wouldnt have any of that, he poked his head out the window and shouted "Hashiba! you have exactly one minute before the bell rings and then youll have to stay after for...reprimanding." he emphasized the last word, Sora knew it must have some kind of hidden meaning and he cringed to the thought.
Ichi slinked towards the school doors and hummed happily "off to see buchou-sensei!" the events of the past year had only produced a ripple in the pond of Ichi's love for his scientific superior love. The important part was that in the end he redeemed himself and now they could be together! Ichikawa bounded happily to his first class, just waiting for the school bell to ring at the end of the day.
Meanwhile the bell had rung and the three childhood friends exchanged bored glances, Shinichiro had decided to review with them today and they couldnt have wanted the bell to ring anymore than they did now. Sora had gone through alot when he remembered everything but he was now glad that he could share in the painful memories Sunao had been burdened with his whole life yet again.
Sunao broke the circle of glances they shared and put a hand to his forehead as if he were dizzy. Matsuri was left to cock his head in confusion at the gesture and Sora just watched in a strangely mesmerized manner. Sunao knew that he was being watched by the other two boys so he tried his hardest to supress the pain in his head. It felt as if someone were screaming inside of him and the pain was too much for him to deal with.
He didnt bother to ask for permission to leave, instead he just stood and walked out the door, holding his head as if he thought it might fall off if he let it go. As suspected Shinichiro did not interfere, he simply watched Sunao leave and turned back to the board. Even thought Sunao was not a bad person anymore, everyone still knew to stay out of his way and knew that if he were to stand up and leave a class then he must have the best of reasons.
Sunao stumbled in the hallway, but he refused to collapse here. He felt that he was losing himself and he looked up in time to see an all too familiar window, the one Sora had thrown himself out of to save himself from the mental trauma, when he neared the window he lost all control of his feminine body. A blood curdling scream echoed through the halls, released from Ran's now regained lips. He collapsed to the ground before the window, Ran was screaming and crying as loud as he could "This is the place...the place where you lost your need for me! which is why...Yoru...oh Yoru why?" he cried out again and such a loud scream was heard by a good many people.
Their teachers kept them in their rooms but when the heartbreaking noise reached Sora's ears he looked up to Shinichiro with a begging expression that was answered with an irritated tilt of the head, gesturing for him to go to his friend. Sora thankfully obliged and headed for the door, Matsuri watched him but did not say a word, unlike the others who whispered among themselves until Shinichiro's evil glare dawned on them.
As Sora raced down the hallway, reaching the bottom of the staircase he heard a familiar yet distant voice "Fine! if I cant be with Yoru i'll...i'll..." and then the sound of shattered glass sprinkling down the side of the building.
Sora knew that sound more than any other noise it was burrowed into his brain and kept replaying now that he had heard it again "No! Sunao!" he shouted out and kept himself from being stopped by his memories, hearing his name Sunao snapped back to himself just in time to grab on to the side of the wall where glass that used to make up the window cut mercilessly into his hand. He cried out in pain but kept his grip to save his life..."hurry Sora..." he thought to himself as his grip grew more painful.