Ultra Violet Black
Old Fiat
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Chapter 10- Break Down and Twist Spin
"Kaido?"
"Kaido-kun?"
"Kaoru-chan?"
His eyelids flickered open and everything around him slid in and out of foucus. I'm in the hospital... he thought. Hazue, mama and papa are standing near by... and there is Doctor Kin. Where did it go...?
"Kaoru! You're awake!" his mother hugged him lightly so as not to hurt his ribs. "We were so afraid- oh Kaoru! You're such a scare!"
"Oh mama!" he grabbed on to her shirt and pulled her closer. "Mama... it was so scary..." He told her about the monster that had been in there.
She looked at the doctor.
"Kaido-kun," he said setting a hand on his head. "This will be frightening but... we're afraid that you had some blood caught in your brain. It's quite a serious situation you're in. We've gotten out as much as we can but we're afraid there's a small amount we can't get to. You might be prone to break downs like this and... 'images' like that 'monster."
Kaido looked at the doctor. 'Break downs'? He was sure the thing had been there. He had felt it's hot breath on his skin. Why didn't the doctor understand it had been there?
"We want you to take this medicine. It will help stop this kind of thing."
Kaido looked suspiciously at the small bottle in his hand. Fine, he'd take that stupid medicine, it would come back though... he knew...
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Bizz-bizz-bizz-
Tezuka opened his eyes. His alarm clock continuing the buzz. He turned it off and sat up on the side of his bed. He picked up his glasses and slipped them on and got out of bed. The pale morning light fell across the room as he began to get dressed. He sighed as he looked at the photograph on the wall. It was of them all, his father, mother, grandfather and Kyusuke. Tezuka had his arm around Kyusuke. That was just before they had found out about Kyusuke's cancer. Nothing could've gone wrong when they all smiled at his cousin and their camera.
But now everything was wrong. Everything was wonky and messed-up. Why was he still all sad about this anyway? Echizen had gotten over everything in a few weeks, it had been two months and he still hadn't gotten over it.
Once dressed he headed downstairs. His slippers made strange noises on the floor. zip-zop-zip-zop, much like the noise snow pants made. He went into the kitchen- completely unprepared for what was in there.
Kuniharu was standing in the kitchen, prosthetic leg in place, his eyes were wide and crazed. Tears ran freely down his face. On the floor was every dish, glass or mug in the house- all of them were broken.
Kunimitsu stepped cautiously around the the broken glass. "Oto-sama? Oto-sama what did you do?" he looked at his father.
"I hate those dishes," he shut his eyes and let out a slight choking noise.
Kunmitsu put his arm around him. "Oto-sama-"
"You know, I hate it when you call me that," he sucked in air in a slightly annoyed fashion. "Can't you call me dad? Or papa?"
He sighed. "Okay dad... things are going to be different now. You know that, I know that. Do you not like the pychiatrist? They are nice to you aren't they?"
"They're too nice..."
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Shusuke shook Yuta's shoulder.
"Ouch," he opened his eyes. "What is it?"
"Happy Birthday!" screamed Fuji, smiling in an actually happy way.
"Huh?"
"It's your birthday, silly goose!"
"Oh yeah!" They began a small pillow fight until Yuta fell backwards on to his bed, he squeezed his shoulder slightly. It hurt, a lot.
"Yuta...?" Shusuke came over. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, aniki," he got up and began to get dressed. Shusuke's eyebrows knit. Yuta was hiding something again. He was very secretive in his ways. It was hard to be secretive under the spot-lights but he managed fine. Shusuke did not have the same trait as his mother and younger brother, more like his father and older sister in the ways that his secrets always seemed to reach the public. He could hide them from his friends but tabloids always seemed to find out.
He got dressed as well and they raced down the stairs together. Fuji won, as always. Yuta smiled however. A Fuji traight.
Yuta's party was an afternoon affair and his friends were going to stay the night after everyone else left.
"How is the birthday boy?"
They turned around. Yuta wasn't sure why Shusuke turned as well, maybe he only heard the word 'boy'. But whatever.
Their Grandmother was standing by the couch grinning broadly. She had several packages under her arm. Their Grandfather was sitting on the couch and talking to Gerard.
"Hi Grandma!" Yuta hugged her then turned to his grandfather. "Granddad!" He and his grandfather did one of those 'guy hugs' where you continually slap the other person the back.
"Oh Yuta baby!" his grandmother gushed. "You've grown so much! Here are your presents!" She handed him the packages.
"Thanks," he set them on the coffee table. "I'll open them in a bit."
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Later at Yuta's party...
Shusuke sat on the couch with Tezuka.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Tezuka wiping his glasses on his shirt.
"Well, I think something is wrong with Yuta... he seems kind of... weird... See the way he keeps touching his shoulder?"
"Fuji... you know... Twist-Spin Shot..."
Shusuke turned to look at him. His blue eyes were wide with fear. "Do you think--?"
Tezuka nodded solemly. He put his glasses back on.
He slumped on the leather plushness. He wondered what Yuta would do if he really did blow out his shoulder. He knew he would take it badly; his younger brother was secretive, but very emotional as well.
Tezuka turned around and looked over the backboard. Damn! What is he doing here? He slumped down quickly next to Shusuke. "Atobe is here!" he hissed.
"So?"
"So I hate him!"
"Oh yeah! You can go hide in my room."
"Thanks," he got up and made to go over to the staircase but--
"TEZU-CHAN!"
He stiffened. He knew that voice. Who didn't know that voice? Ore-sama did scream a lot.
He turned around. "Atobe," he bowed, very slightly. "What are you doing here?"
"To celebrate Yuta-kun's coming out!"
"What?"
"Oh wait," he looked at his wrist. "Birthday. No wonder he looked at me funny. Come on Tezu-chan. Don't you want a wonderful evening with Ore-sama?"
"Not really--"
He began to chatter. After a while of not paying attention a word caught in Tezuka's mind.
"So, how is Kuniharu-san?"
Tezuka looked at him, he saw a malicious gleam in Atobe's eyes.
"He's fine."
"Really? I heard him talking to Gerard, he said he'd had some kind of break down. That doesn't seem very fine to me..."
"He's fine."
"Psh. Why'd he have a break down?"
Tezuka looked at him. He'd obviously given Atobe too much credit. He'd thought he was asking about Kuniharu to tantalise him about his mother. But maybe he just didn't know...
"Never mind."
"Whatev. Where's... God, what's his name... Kyu...Ku... Your younger brother! Where's he?"
Crap, thought Tezuka as he felt that lump rise in his throat. "I have- to use the bathroom." he walked away quickly.
"Hm. Must have diarrhea."
Fuji, who had heard the conversation, ran over. "You idiot, Atobe. Don't you know anything?"
"Ore-sama knows all."
"Obviously not."
He explained quietly. "Oh Damn," said 'Ore-sama' once he had finished. "I didn't know..."
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"Hey Yuta," said Hajime. It was after the party, most everyone had gone home. The teenage boys were sitting around in the carpeted basement. "How's about we all go outside and play some tennis?"
"Okay," they all got their tennis stuff and went outside.
Shusuke watched from the window as Yuta tossed up his serve. He hoped Yuta would beat Hajime.
He pushed open his window so he could see better. "Game-Hajime!" called Atsushi.
Hajime served and Yuta returned it- to Shusuke's horror- with a Twist-Spin Shot.
CRACKKK!
"Ahh-!" Yuta fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder.
Shusuke turned from the window, down the steps and out the door- "YUTA-!"
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Oh dear, I'm toturing Yuta again... tsk tsk. Well, it will intwine with the rest of the not real plot. Yes, the plot does not exsist! YET! Don't leave ! I'm figuring it out as I go!
SEGGESTIONS! I got a ton of great ones with the last chapter (most of which will be included). I need to bring out characters in a better way. So help me with that!
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-Old Fiat s. Italy
