I do not own B-project kodou*ambitious, I wish I did, but sadly… it's, just not the case.
To Be Continued.
By Alimackatjac.
Chapter 5 Uncovered ties
Kazuna Masunaga's POV
My irritated eyes sting, and itch relentlessly, as my one and only freehand reaches out, propelling my failing body through the salty water….mentality convincing myself it's just one more stroke… Until we make to the boat. Until my arms stop burring. Until we're no longer surrounded by unpredictable water spraying me in the face…..Just. One. More. Stroke….Until we're safe.
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A desperate hand suddenly materializes above my head, joined by another, grasping hold of the saturated clothing clinging to the limp brunet. My relieved eyes glance up to Momotaro's strained face as he tightly clinches hold, attempting to roughly jerk Tsubasa on to the deck. With one final shove from my exhausted arms, I forcibly push the unconscious girl from the seesaw waves splashing against the bow of the cruiser.
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With the finale moments of the blazing sun, dipping into the inky sea my body is surrounded by shimmering caps of radiate crimson. Seconds later the same hand reaches out to me, without another thought my hand bursts through the watery surface, gripping hold of the offered hand .Splashes of icy saltwater fall away from my soaked shivering body as Mika and Momotaro yank me up, onto the wooden deck.
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I frantically search for Tsubasa, with my heart beating wildly in my heaving chest. While physically collapsed in a puddle of seawater my searching eyes catch sight of Nome sitting next to a frail, but conscious Hikaru. Sitting across from them, I see Momo hovering over the brunet with a severely worried expression on his face. Ignoring my burning arms and legs, I hastily crawl over to the pair. "Momo, how is she?"
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"Leader, she doesn't look good." With Momo's concerning words, my panicked eyes snap to the unconscious woman limply lying between us.
With his hand gasping tightly to a support rope Mika balances on the top railing, behind us, shouting in a Walkie-talkie. "Captain, all the injured are on deck! Let's Go! Let's Go! "
Momo's anxious eyes lift to mine. "Leader, what can we do? She needs help." In a panic, my drenched blond head frantically whips around, desperately looking for anyone with any kind of medical background. Quickly noticing everyone on the chaotic deck is deeply immersed in some kind of traumatic urgency.
"Attention, all hands on deck, this is your Captain speaking. All hands brace for rapid departure." A booming voice burst from the loud speaker. Suddenly the powerful cruiser lurches forward, causing my upper body to topple forward. My hand instantly slaps down on the puddled deck. Barely catching my stunned face inches from the brunet's blueish lips.
End of Kazuna Masunaga's POV
Yūta Ashū POV
A/N Just a word of warning, Yuta's nickname for Kazuna Masunaga, is "Massu" while the others call him "Kazu." The Moons however call him "Leader."
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"My anxious eyes stare up at the glowing digital numbers slowly ascending, just over my head. While hearing an inpatient toe nervously tap against the steel floor. "Why won't this damn thing open up, already?"
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"Relax, Ken-ken, the door won't open any faster with you getting upset at it. " I blindly speak with my eyes glued to the excruciatingly slow moving numbers.
"We would already be there by now, if someone didn't insist on stopping." Kento nervously readjusts a red duffle bag in his arms.
"Tsk, I can't believe you guys are freaking out about nothing. Didn't you read Sekimura-sans Text? We should have stayed longer at the recording studio. " Goushi grumbles while leaning against the back of the wallpapered elevator, with a large yellow backpack slung over his shoulders.
"Listen up, it's called being concerned, it's something adults do. The damn boat exploded right from under her feet! What more do we need to say?" Ken- ken sharply speaks out, towards our grumbling bandmate.
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After hearing Goushi and Ken-ken begin to Amp up, I begrudgingly peel my pink eyes away from the digital numbers. Noticing my two bandmates, adamantly standing in front of each other….practically in each other's angry faces.
A frustrated sigh blows pass my lips, before I quickly stepped between my two bickering bandmates…my usual position I would unfortunately find myself in, since the conception of Thrive. "Come on Goushi , Ken-ken there's more important things we should be concerned about." Turning my head, towards my dark haired bandmate. "Goushi, to be fair, Mika's last text message was rather vague…and even the producers said there was no need for us to stay. We were finished with the recording of the new song." My head then turned to the impatient bluenette." And Ken-ken, you know Goushi is a perfectionist, when it comes to our music. He surprisingly decided to forego his usual overly repetitive process, so we could actually get to the hospital." I quickly glanced at either side of me, with a forced smile of my lips. "Now can we please knock off the bickering? Two of our own, are hurt, lying in some damn hospital bed."
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"Our own? Really?" Goushi grumbles, as his crimson eyes lift to the ceiling of the elevator. "Yeah, sure Hikaru has been with us since Bambi School, but Sumisora-san is just a close employee. In the music business, people like her come and go all the time. Look, I'm sorry she was hurt while doing her job, but Gandara Music should be taking care of her. We should have nothing to do with it. "
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An irritated Kento balances his red duffle bag with one hand before roughly pushing away my hand, stepping closer to Goushi. "Why you cold hearted ass! You may not think Tsubasa is anything special, but the rest of us do! She's not just some paid lackey. For a year now, she has been our A&R. In that year, she shown us she really does care for us. We're not some spoiled talent she needs to babysit. Tsubasa has cared for us, well beyond of what her job actually calls for. …and because of that, she's become one of us. If you would peek that massively thick head of yours, out of the basement every once in a while. You would freaking see that! "
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Goushi roughly pushes my hand away, aggressively stepping closer to Kento. Just as it looked like they were about to tear into each other, and there was quite literally, nothing I could do, to stop it…a small "ding" from a bell could he heard, over our heads. The two stainless steel doors suddenly slide open to a busy hospital floor, causing the two feuding bandmates to awkwardly step back, from each other.
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Kento's stunned sky blue eyes slide over to the awaiting people, standing patiently for the elevator's arrival. He awkwardly clears his throat, before shoving his duffle bag into Goushi's unsuspecting arms. "Fine, if you can't be bothered, then you won't mind delivering my bag, along with yours. Knowing Goushi wouldn't be able to argue in public, for fear of possibly damaging Thrive's image. Kento coolly strolls out of the elevator, with both of his newly freed hands, resting behind his head. Leaving Goushi with his arms full, while grumbling under his breath as he exits the elevator.
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Once out of the elevator my feet begin to politely pick up their pace. Kento and I begin to mindfully speed walk the busy hallway, while frantically twisting our heads in all directions. That is until my searching eyes fall upon a worried blonde, huddled in a grey blanket, slouched over his disposable coffee cup.
"Hey Massu! There you are." I called out to the blonde seemly lost in his own thoughts.
Seeing no response coming from our bandmate, Ken-ken calls out, next to me, while picking up his pace. "Hey Kazu."
Kento and I stopped just before our fellow bandmate. He's sitting alone in a deserted white walled corner, just off to the side of a busy nurses' station. I cautiously reach out to him, resting a comforting hand on his rounded shoulders. "Hey, Massu, were here …..Uh, how are they?" I softly ask in a concerned tone.
The miserable looking blonde peels his anxious eyes from his stale coffee. "Oh hey Yuta….. Kento, I didn't see you there." Without another word, he slides his eyes back to his somewhat squished coffee cup, leaving our urgent question unanswered.
With a comforting hand resting on my friend's shoulder, I crouch down to reach out with my free hand, cautiously slipping the cold coffee from his still fingers. "Hey buddy, are you feeling alright? You look a little out of it."
Massu's tired eyes unconsciously follow his coffee, until catching sight of me, crouching in front of him. . "Oh Yuta, thank goodness. You finally made it." I blindly hand the paper cup to Kento. Concerned for our blonde bandmate, He wordlessly accepts the cup, before quickly vanishing from my side.
My eyes glance around the blonde. "Massu, where is everybody?"
The blonde raises his hand to his shoulder, adjusting the heavy grey blanket. "Oh well let's see, Nome is sitting with Hikaru, while Momo, Mika, are in the waiting room." Kazu glances down to his lap, with dazed blue green eyes. "I'm not really supposed to be here, but as long as I don't bother the staff," He lifts his head to stare at the solid white walls around him. "As long as I stay in my little corner, they said, they would inform me as soon as Sumisora wakes up."
Kento returns with a new cup of tea, carefully handing it to the stunned blonde. "Here you go Kazu, this should help you snap out of it. So um, Kazu, how is Tsubasa doing?" He squats down, on the other side of the dazed blonde.
Massu tentatively takes a small sips of the steaming golden colored tea, before pulling the cup from his lips. "Tsubasa?" Giving Kento a confused look.
"Yeah, you know our A&R, the adorable brunet, always tiring to feed us or spray us with some kind of bug spray? You know that woman?" Kento lets out a humorless chuckle while cautiously speaking with the blonde.
Kazu takes a drink of his hot tea, before shaking his head. "Oh sorry, since the incident, I've been a little out of it. Didn't Mika call you? He said, he would let the rest of us know."
"Well, Massu, to be honest his last text message was a bit vague. It just said something about Tsubasa being conscious, but that you were now waiting for her to wake up." I nod my head towards my blonde bandmate.
Small plumes of steam, swirl from his cup, "Well for now, that's really all we know. Seeing as I'm not family they won't tell me much. Just that she woke up shortly after arriving, but soon fell asleep after that. The nurses promised me they would let me know, as soon as she's fully awake."
"Her family? Are they in the waiting room with the rest of guys?"
Kazu pulls the cup from his lips, while shrugging his shoulders. "Gandara Music said they would take care of it, but no one has seen anybody claiming to be from Tsubasa's family. Mika said no one's shown up in the waiting room, asking for her." Kazu lets out a sigh, "And me being so close to the nurses' station I would have overheard something. So I don't think they have arrived yet. Tsubasa never really said much about her family, only briefly speaking about her dad. We have no idea where they are traveling from. "
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Kento and I briefly catch each other's eyes, sharing a concerned look, over the blondes head. Remembering the earlier dazed state, we found him in. "Well, maybe they just slipped past you, and are waiting in Tsubasa's room?" Kento suggests.
"Yeah, I guess that's probably it. I haven't been thinking clearly since the incident."
"And Hika-chan?" I asked with concern, seeing as the blonde's head is somewhat clearing.
"Hikaru is exhausted…. and because of his illness the doctors want to observe him for a couple of days. Nome has been vigilantly sitting by his side, this entire time." A depressed Massu raises two hands, motioning to his corner, "I haven't left my corner, since they moved Sumisora from her emergency room. As you know, Mika has been updating everyone while, Momo has been keeping me appraised of Hikaru's condition. I haven't even been able to see him for myself."
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"It sounds like their Leader has everything well organized as usual." Kento gives out a reassuring smile as he gently places a comforting hand on Massu's knee, that's peeking out the stiff grey blanket. "Dude your clothes are soaking wet!" Ken-ken snaps his hand back, wiping his hand on the leg of his ebony leather pants. "What the hell happened out there?"
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Massu lets out a heavy defeated sigh, "I'm no leader, I 'm afraid I've been very little help. In fact, if it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even be here." He lets out a humorless chuckle, "Trust me, I'm no leader." Our miserable bandmate tightens the blanket around his neck, while speaking in a self-hated tone. Massu lifts his woeful eyes to stare off in the distance, "I'm useless… I've been seeing everything run in slow motion, since I've arrived at the hospital."
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I rest a comforting hand on my depressed friend's shoulder, "Massu, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, it sounds like you're in some kind of shock. Whatever happened out there, must have been traumatic for you. If I know you, I'm sure you did your best."
He sadly shakes his head, "Mika and Momo, have been taking care of everything. Oh, that reminds me. Mika said you should have a change of clothes for us? " Kazu glances around myself and Ken-Ken, with a confused look. "Didn't you bring anything?"
I awkwardly lift my hand, rubbing the back of my neck, sharing a knowing look with my blue haired bandmate. "Uh yeah, Goushi, has the bags. Someone kind of sent him away, once we left the elevator."
"Oh, well, at least the rest of the guys will be able to change. We didn't want to bother, the ship's crew, I'm sure, they already have enough to worry about."
With his eyebrow lifted over a teasing look, Kento hovers over my white plastic bag, held at my chest. He swiftly lifts a hand, peeking inside at the colorful contents. "Well, we would have been here sooner, if someone hadn't insisted we stop for a snack." Somewhat irritated, I roughly jerk the bag away from Ken-ken.
"Aww Ken-ken, you make it sound like I went on some thoughtless shopping trip, before we rushed over. We had to stop at the Moons' flat anyway. So why you and Goushi searched their rooms for their change of clothes-"
Kento teasingly cuts me off with his hands crossed at his chest, "You raided our refrigerator for a snack?"
"It's not just a snack….. it's comfort food." My heart begins to feel heavy as I drop my woeful eyes to the sack. My tone grew soft, and distant, "You have no idea just how much Rainbow pudding has helped me….in the past." A bitter sweet memory from my past begins to creep into my head. I quickly shake my head and shove the pained memory back where it belongs. "Besides, I brought more than enough for everyone, I thought it would help Tsubasa-chan, like it helped me."
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"Yeah, I'm sure she'll like sharing that with you." Massu slowly nods his head, "Now, if someone would only tell us how the hell she was doing." I notice the blonde violently shiver under his blanket, while he roughly pulled it tighter around his body.
My eyes quickly catch Ken-ken's, over the shivering blondes head, while I nudge my head in the direction on the door. "Hey Ken-ken, why don't you catch up with Goushi and see if you can't retrieve Massu's clothes for him?"
With a somewhat stunned expression on his face, Kento motions back to the elevator. "Wait, you want me to find that heartless hothead? After, what just happened?" Kento stubbornly crosses his arms at his chest, "Yuta, do you really think that's wise? He's not exactly happy with me at the moment."
Rolling my eyes at Ken-ken. "Yes, Ken-ken, I think it's important to look pass petty arguments…..and help each other."
"Petty?! After the horrible things, he said? "He finally catches on to my silent request, "OH, oh yeah, sure… your right, I'll go get Kazu's change of clothes…..from the hothead." An irritated Kento shoves his hands in his pockets, and angrily walks away.
"Thanks Ken-ken." I call back to my bluenette bandmate.
"Ah yeah, thanks Kento." Massu quickly peels his anxious eyes from his empty cup.
I reached a hand over the blonde's shoulders, readjusting the grey blanket. Gently grabbing his shoulders. "Hey Massu, you must be starving, why don't we grab something to eat?"
Massu shakes his head. "Oh, I really shouldn't leave my corner, I'll miss something."
"Well there's some vending machines just across from the nurses station." Not even waiting for a response, I carefully guide the blonde from his chair and head for the vending machines.
Massu cautiously speaks while looking over his shoulders at his now, empty corner. "Well I guess…it wouldn't hurt, to be gone for a few minutes."
A few minutes later…
My shining pink eyes patiently observe a small stream of dark liquid fill the awaiting disposable cup, until the stream reduces to a searing hot trickle. Once I can see a few dark drops rippling on the liquid surface, I balance a couple of bags of cookies between my elbow and side, while cautiously sliding my fingers around the freshly filled cup.
Being completely conscious of my usual, less then graceful moments, I begin to cautiously stroll over to my blond friend, with my fingers tightly wrapped around two hot beverages. Once standing in front of my distracted friend, I carefully slide a cup of steaming tea under Massu's dazed face. "So uh, Massu, you were saying, something crazy about feeling responsible for the accident? What's that all about?" I finish speaking as I hold the steaming cup close to my lips, allowing my curious eyes to glance over the paper cup.
"Oh yeah," His woeful blue-green eyes glance up at me, while accepting the offered cup. "Thanks."
With one hand free, I quickly grab the cookies from my side. The sound of crinkling plastic gives way under my fingers, before tossing the cookies to my friend. "No problem, what are bandmates for, but to have each other's back."
Massu barely catches the tossed, bag with his freehand, "Oh thanks again, Yuta." He forces a smile. "Although, what I said before …..Isn't crazy. If I was more adamant, Tsubasa and Hikaru wouldn't be lying in some hospital beds. Hell, none us would be here." Speaking in a self-hated tone, before slipping a small vanilla wafer into his mouth.
"Uh, Massu, what the heck happened out there?"
"Well, it's all kind of a blur, really. One minute we were taking a break, scarfing down some of Sumisora's delicious bento boxes and then …..Boom! The other boat explodes right in front of us, and Tsubasa is thrown into the water, like some kind of a rag doll. A split second later, Hikaru dove in after her and I followed him. "
I pull the cup from my lips, "Massu, I must be missing something, how could you possibly be responsible for that?"
"Well, as you know, I had made arrangements for Tsubasa to work as an extra, on the production boat."
I pulled the cup from my lips, nodding my head. "Yeah, I remember that was the plan we had come up with. So what's the problem?" After asking Massu, I popped a small cookie in my mouth.
"Well, when I approached the issue she stubbornly refused, and I stupidly agreed." Massu hissed out in a self-hated tone. "She shouldn't have even been on that damn boat, in the first place. If I had only just…..insisted. "
"Oh, I get it now. It's because the Moons' consider you their leader, so you're blaming yourself for allowing Tsubasa to be on the other boat …..But Massu, you always made it clear, you never wanted the job as the Moon's leader. Besides, you can't force Tsubasa to accept the offer. It was just an unfortunate accident. ….you had nothing to do with it. In fact, from what I've heard, you saved her life. " I lightly slapped the blonde's chest. "Massu, you're a damn hero! So stick you're your chest out, and be proud of what you did. "
"Excuse me, did you say your friends with a Sumisora-san?" A younger male with dark wavy hair and clear blue eyes, dressed in a long white coat glance down at a chart held in his hands, "A Tsubasa… Sumisora-san?"
I cautiously nod my head towards the dark haired man. "Uh yeah, that's right….what's this about?"
Massu abruptly stands from his bright orange seat, as his grey blanket slides off his shoulders, "Wait, is she awake?" How is she?" The blonde speaks with excitement, and wide curious eyes.
"Hey, I know you, my girlfriend can't get enough of your music. You're a member of the Moons." He motions to Massu, "Oh wow, this outrageous! Your member of Thrive. I love your sound!"'
I hastily lift a finger to my lips, "Shhh, at the momment, we kind of have other things to think about….and don't want to be recognized."
"Oh I'm terribly, Sorry. I didn't mean too… What was I thinking, of course, you wouldn't be in any kind of mood." The doctor awkwardly trails off.
"Hey, no hard feelings. How about a couple of autographs in exchange for keeping our little secret?" I wave a dismissive hand towards the doc, quickly standing from my chair, sliding my pen from my front shirt pocket. "By the way, how is our girl doing?"
"Oh wow, that would be awesome! I mean if you don't mind?" He shuffles his paperwork, before offering me a vanilla folder. "I'm afraid, I can't say anything, without my patient's permission with hospital's regulations and all. Are you close friends of hers?"
Once I quickly scribble across the file, completing my signature with my usual smiley face. I slide the file and the pen to Massu. "Uh yeah, I guess you could say that." Once he finishes signing the file, I walk over to the doc.
He happily glances down at his returned file. "My girlfriend is going to freak! Thanks guys this is epic!" The young doctor clears his throat, awkwardly calming down. "So your saying your both close to my patient? "
My eyes slide over to Massu, before he nods his head. "Yeah, I would call us close. What's this about?"
The young doctor nervously rubs his neck, "Well perhaps, you can help me? Do you know of any family, belonging to my patient?"
End of Yūta Ashū POV
Mikado Sekimura's POV
A little earlier….
Suddenly feeling something slip from my fingers, caused me to abruptly emerge from consciousness. Feeling my head resting on something hard I slowly open my green eyes. I begin glance around the unfamiliar room, wondering where the heck I am. That is until a familiar sigh brings me back to reality, noticing a sleeping Momo leaning against my shoulder. Seeing the ginger so contently resting against my arm, my eyes turn soft, with a warm smile curling on my pleased lips. After a lingering moment, I carefully slide away, doing my best not to disturb my friend. Feeling my stiff shoulders throbbing I extend my arms over my head, stretching my ribcage, back. Remembering what woke me up I adjust my glasses, just before reaching down to pick up my phone from the polished floor. Lifting it close to my inspecting green eyes, making absolutely sure the extremely rare Mamirin case remains flawless.
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That is until, out of nowhere, a large duffle bag is shoved in my arms. Somewhat surprised I glance down in the bag. "Here you go. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to head to the hospital's cafeteria. I'm starving." A familiar voice grumbles from above me.
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I quickly peek over the bag to see the dark haired Thrive member's back, walking in the other direction. "Hey wait, Kaneshiro-san, don't you want to know how their doing?" My eyes glance over to my sleeping friend, before softly speaking.
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The dark hair singer lets out a frustrated sigh before sharply turning around, "Not particularly, no, I don't. Like I said, I'm starving. I just finished up a rather rushed recording session to come here. Now, all I can think about is grabbing some Ramen. Look, I already know Hikaru is crashed from his illness, so I can't really do much for him." He stubbornly crosses his arms at his chest, "As for our A&R, it's really none of my concern, I'm sure Gandara will let us know if she can't make it to work."
Taken back by his callous words, "Really? That seems a bit harsh, even for you."
"Really." He sharply adds while nodding his head. He shoved his hands into his back leather jacket, before turning back around. "See ya, Mika."
Glancing back at the red bag in my arms and one leaning next to my feet. "Well in that case, thanks for the change of clothes." Yelling back to the shirking member of my retreating bandmate. Kaneshiro just slid his hand from his Jacket pocket, to blindly wave a dismissive hand at his side.
"Hey, what do you have there?" I turn around to see my ginger headed friend stretch his arms over his head.
"Dude, Kaneshiro, can be such a grouch. Sorry for waking you. "
"Yeah, it seems only Yuta and Tomo can keep him somewhat civil."
"I guess we shouldn't complain too much, he at least brought a change of clothes." I flop back in the cushioned chair, before setting the bag down, next to the bright yellow backpack.
"Oh good, we were drawing unwanted attention with our summer attire. " Momo motions to a light blue t-shirt, and pair of tan nickers. "Were not exactly dressed for early March…Hey, any word?" Momo begins to rifle through the bags.
"No, I'm afraid not. The medical staff here, seems to take some kind of twisted pleasure in silently walking past the waiting room." I blindly answer, while sliding my thumb across the reflective glass, opening up my messages. "I'm afraid no word from Kitakore, either. Everything seems to have gone silent, after reaching Tomo the first time. I'm surprised, he seemed rather concerned after hearing about the accident. "
"I wouldn't worry too much, their probably too busy preparing for their appearance in Sendai. This upcoming gig was huge for Kitakore." Momo speaks, while pulling out his favorite white sweatshirt and a pair of faded jeans.
"Yeah, I guess that's it …but not even a quick text?" Speaking in a distracted tone my green eyes scan down the list of ongoing chats, seeing the chat with Tomo virtually unchanged.
"Well you know Tomo, he's the prince of the group, but he knows when to concentrate on his work." A familiar voice breaks into our conversation.
"Unlike, some people." I wave a hand to the bluenette standing before us "Hey Kento, here to pick up on some off duty nurses?"
Dressed in a pair of low hanging black leather pants, and a pristine white blazer, with his sleeves rolled up of his arms. He lifts a hand, brushing his blue wavy bangs from his sky blue eyes, "No, I wish that was the case, we tried to get here, as soon as possible. Yuta, sent me to grab Kazu a change of clothes. "
"Leader, how's doing?"
"Well, to be honest, he looks pretty messed up." An exhausted looking Kento crashes into the chair, on the other side of me. "Yuta, going to try and speak with him."
"Well Yeah, seeing Tsubasa stop breathing right in front him." An expressionless Momo blindly adds, while digging into the bags, for the Leaders clothes. "After risking his life, to pull her from the icy water, will do that to a person."
"Wait, she stopped breathing?" Kento looked stunned.
"Yeah, she was turning blue, Leader didn't even hesitate he just leaned down and…" I awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck "Well, you can figure out the rest. Once she started breathing, again he kind of lost it." With a concerned expression on my face, my green eyes fall to the floor. "The docs wanted to take a look at him, but he refused to leave her side. So they've been watching him closely, in that damn corner of his."
"Yeah, that's where we found him? So Mika, having much trouble keeping everyone appraised of the situation?" Kento speaks in a distracted tone while attempting to adjust his wavy bangs.
"What trouble? We were just talking about that." I let out a frustrated sigh, roughly setting my starry, blue, and gold case, at my side. "You guys and the agency are the only ones I've been chatting with. There's absolute zero from Kitakore…..and don't even get me started about Granada Music."
"Why? What the heck happened with Granada?" Kento snaps his head from his glossed over reflection, on his stainless steel phone.
My green eyes glance over to Momo, sharing a meaningful look with my friend, before cautiously speaking. "Well, you see the receptionist transferred me to the President, himself. The phone call was rather icy, it made Goushi's normally chilly disposition a heat wave compared to the President's. Then, once I told him the basics, he abruptly hung up."
"Business types can be so cold." Momo added in the conversation.
"It didn't sound like that, it almost sounded personal. The only other person calling from Granada. Was a mid-level manager for new talent, she was acquiring about Hikaru's condition."
"First, she's a virtual unknown in the music industry, assigned by the president, himself to three separate groups." The bluenette tilts his head in deep thought. "Who the hell is our A&R, anyway?"
End of Mikado Sekimura's POV
Yūta Ashū POV
My wide pinkish eyes blinked up at the young dark haired doctor. "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I heard you right. Are you asking us, if we know of any members of Tsubasa's family? I'm not trying to rude or anything, but shouldn't that be somewhere in your file? " I motion a hand to the blue plastic clipboard, held in the young doctor's arms.
"Well, yeah, normally that would be the case, next of kin would be listed in her file." The doc nods his head.
"Since the accident occurred, during work, didn't Granada call the hospital?" Massu adds to the conversation.
"Oh, sure, but all they gave us is the company's insurance information. I'm afraid there wasn't anything other than that. I was just hoping you might know a distant relative. "
"Distant relative? What about her parents?" My pink eyes grew wide towards the doctor.
"I really shouldn't say anything," The young doctor nervously glances around him, before letting out a sigh. He quickly flips the top of the file open. "All my paperwork reads is that my patient, a Tsubasa… Sumisora has been taken care of by a paid guardian, since early childhood."
"Wait, are …..are you saying she grew up as," With a sharp pain, stabbing my heart, I whispered out the final two words. "….an orphan?"
"Yes, that's correct. However, I couldn't tell you who employed the guardian. It could have been private or public. The file doesn't really say. The hospital staff tried calling the guardian, but they were only able to talk to the caretaker's niece. Evidently, the woman's aunt passed away over a year ago. The niece couldn't recall much about her aunt's previous employment, only that it had been an extensive assignment."
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I couldn't help but crash down in my chair, speaking with a somewhat dazed head, "No, I'm sorry, other than her father, Tsubasa never mentioned her family …..I guess this would be the reason why."
"Oh, well sorry for bothering you. I should really get going, the hospital is buzzing around because of an unsuspected prominent visitor, arriving over an hour ago. Raising a knowing eyebrow, before glancing at his watch. It's all really hush hush, I just left a meeting with him. Everyone, is pretty much freaked out by it." The doctor tossed his wrapper in the bin, before waving a hand towards us. "Well, thanks for the autographs.
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"Wow, I would never have guessed it, not in a million years. She's always so positive, you would think she would be all messed up, you know grumbling around, like Kaneshiro." My blonde bandmate stares into his tea, swirling around in his cup. He speaks softly in a distracted tone, while falling deeper into his churning mind.
Watching my friend mentally struggle with his thoughts, I didn't notice my fingernails cutting into my palms, while I squeeze my fists tight. "Massu?"
Massu suddenly nods sharply to himself. "Well, then that settles it."
"Uh, settles what?" I asked in a confused tone, turning towards the blond.
"I'll be Tsubasa's family ….You know that old saying," My blonde bandmate tosses off his blanket and begins to speak with excitement wrapped around his voice. "I saved her….so that makes me responsible." He flings his hands to his chest, babbling out to me, "It's something like that, but you get, what I'm saying, Right?" Massu begin to walk from the mini breakroom.
My hand reaches out, grabbing hold of Massu's damp T-shirt. "Hey hold your horses, blondie! I may not have saved her life, but I'll be damned if you're the only one going to this. I want to be close to Tsubasa-chan too."
Massu looks over his shoulder, "Fine, but let's keep it under our hats, for now. There's no reason for the rest of the guys to know about it. We have no idea how she feels about this whole orphan business, anyway."
"Massu, you talk like being an orphan, is some kind of incurable disease. Some people might take offense to your tone."
I uncharacteristically snap at the blonde. "Like Tsubasa-chan."
"Sorry, I don't mean to offend anyone, it's just hard to get my head around the fact." He sadly drops his head, "It must have been really lonely for her, growing up."
"Goushi would be the first one to tell you, that there's no guarantee of happiness, just because you have parents. Okay, how about you change out of those soaked clothes?" I begin to tease the blonde.
"Oh, but I can't-"Massu shakes his head.
"Look Massu, you're literally freezing. Relax, it won't take very long .I'll hang out, hold your place. I'll send you text, if anything happens." I slide my phone from my pocket, lightly shaking it in front of the blonde.
"Well, it would be nice to get out of these wet clothes …Fine. The waiting room?"
"Yep, Goushi brought everything there."
"Alright. Call me the moment someone comes to talk to you. I don't care if you drag me out of the bathroom half dressed. Understand?"
"Of course."
The blonde nodded his head then quickly turned around, allowing the ends of grey blanket to whip around his swiftly moving legs. Massu speed walks towards the waiting room. On my way back to Massa's corner I walk, pass a tall picture woman, noticing real potted trees growing on the lower roof tops. My pinkish eyes slowly fall on a twisted branch filled with pretty pink blossoms and the sight caused my mood to quickly darken, "
"So Tsubasa –chan was left alone…It's not so bad, after a while, you learn to live with it."
End of Yuta's POV
POV Tsubasa Sumisora
The feeling of a building pressure on my arm caused my pained eyes to begin to flutter open. My blurred sight fell on an older woman with a think streak of silver hair intertwined in her pulled back ebony locks. "Well, well it looks like sleeping beauty is coming back to the living." The woman's pink glossy lips curled into a kind smile. The sound of heavy duty Velcro caused my crimson eyes to flash to my arm. Seeing the woman's gentle hands folding the black blood pressure cup in half, before sliding it in her front uniform pocket.
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I attempt to push up with my arms, to sit up right, when a sharp pain violently strikes my head, bringing my attention to the throbbing feeling emanating from the crown of my head. "Ugh!" A pained grown bursts from of my lips, with my hand unconsciously finding its way to the side of my head.
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The woman quickly tosses her polished stethoscope, over her head and around her neck, before catching my wavering upper half. She gently guides my stiff body to several newly fluffed pillows. "Whoa, whoa there Cinderella take it easy! You maybe awake, however your body going to take a little more time to recover." She quickly hands me two pills and a large tumbler of water. "Here, this will help with the headache."
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With my one hand messaging the side of my head, my confused eyes look skeptically down at the tiny yellow pills. "Ugh, I'm sorry," My parched tongue stuck to the inside of my mouth, making it difficult to speak. " but could you please tell where the heck I am?" my shielded crimson eyes peeked out from under my hand.
"What? It sounds like our Sleeping Beauty has a little memory loss. Well, that can be expected you kind of faded in and out when you arrived. So you probably don't remember much….You were brought to the hospital, unconscious. Apparently, you had quite the exciting boat ride…Little mermaid, you are not. My dear patient" She lets out an amused chuckle, with her hand on her hip. "Look, you can either study those things, or take them. It's your choice, but I highly recommend the latter. Otherwise your headache will relentless beat up that pretty little head, of yours. " Taking one last look at the pills, I begrudgingly pop them in my mouth. "Good girl. Now say Ahh." The nurse sticks a disposal thermometer in between lips, without much notice.
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"Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, I'm sorry, what's with all the princess names?" I attempt to mumble out with the thermometer held tightly between one side of my lips.
"Tsk, tsk, no talking princess." The nurse playfully shakes a finger at me, however a teasing smirk is present on her features. "I'm sorry, I know you probably aren't in any shape to be teased….You been though a traumatic event. I'm sorry Sumisora-san, it's not very professional of me." She waves a dismissive hand, and begins to check my pulse.
"No don't, go ahead….I want to know." I mumble again, causing the nurse to give me warning look.
She playfully rolls her eyes, letting out an amused chuckle. "Well you see, ever since your arrival the nurses have been working themselves into quite the dither. Curious nurses from all over the hospital are popping up on this floor….and since you have so many gorgeous Prince Chramings, anxiously waiting for you to awake, the nurses nicknamed you Sleeping Beauty."
My confused eyes blink up towards the nurse "Prince Chramings?
She slides the thermometer from my lips, and nods her head. She speaking in a distracted tone while checking the results. "Yeah there's a blonde, and a pink haired fellow, just to name few… their all over the place, worried about you."
"Oh," I suddenly feel a warm feeling emerge on my cheeks. "You must mean the guys I work with."
"Wow, you work with all of them? You're one lucky girl."
"Yeah, I love my job, their good guys." My eyes awkwardly slide to my fidgeting hands, adjusting the blankets over my legs. "We're all really good friends."
"Just Friends? All of them, really?" The dark haired nurse shakes her head, "What a shame, there's not one of them that's special?"
"No, not really." I avoided looking at her, while I smoothed my covers.
"Suure, if you're not comfortable talking to me about him, there's no reason to lie to me. We can just talk about the weather."
"No, I'm not-"I adamantly shake my head.
The nurse raised a teasing eyebrow. "It's all over your face….one of them has caught your eye."
"No! Honestly were just friends!" My stunned crimson eyes lifted towards the nurse. "Honest."
"Uh-ha, sure you can't fool this old nurse, I've seen that look, long before you were even born."
"Well…. There's that one thing." I cautiously add to the conversation.
"Oh."
I slowly nodded my head towards the nurse, while thinking back to that crazy night back at the dome. "It was strange really. He's smiled at me hundreds of times, before that night….. However, that night something just clicked… I literally couldn't pull my eyes away from him."
"Wow, I would say that's definitely something… Or at least the start of something. "
"Do you really think so? I wasn't sure what it really meant. " I anxiously twist the soft blanket in my hands.
"Does the potential prince even have clue?" She raised a teasing eyebrow.
I nervously twist the blanket in my hands, before decideing to pour my heart out to a complete stranger. "Well actually-"
The nurse sharply turns her glaring eyes towards the door, "Hey, you can't be in here! We said we'd let you know. Now shoo! Shoo!" She spoke sternly, while waving two dismissive hand towards the head of the person who just popped in the doorway.
I reach out to tug at the hem of her floral scrubs. "No, wait! It's all right. He's a friend."
"Well I guess, it will be all right, we were instructed to give you more time, before alerting the others, but I guess since you're alright with it." The nurse shrugged her shoulders, before motioning her head towards the door, giving her approval to enter the room. "Then I guess it will fine .Although, I think I'll give you a little more time for the medicine to take affect before I notify the rest."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it. It gives me some extra time to help the others." The kind nurse begins to head for the door, "I'm afraid the hospital staff have their hands full, there's an import visitor today….Well, have a nice visit, I'll send the rest in a few." Without another word, the gold colored door swings closed with the nurse on the other side of it.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. The nurses wouldn't even tell us which room was yours .I overheard some of them talking and they mentioned this room. I just wanted to check for myself, it wasn't meant to be weird or anything…..Anyway how are you? I shouldn't have to say this, but the guys…We've been waiting to hear anything about your condition. We're all so worried …especially Leader. He's been so freaked out."
"Masunaga-san?"
The singer awkwardly reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, while letting out a heavy sigh. "Leader refused to leave the nurse's station." He lets out a chuckle, "But I guess that would expected….since he jumped in, after you."
"Wait, Masunaga saved me?"
"Well to fair, Hikaru jumped in first, but Nome had to save him. Leader jumped in after that, and the rest of us pulled you aboard. Tsubasa-chan, um once you came aboard, you sort of stopped breathing" His green eyes slide anxiously to the floor, "Leader just kind of jumped in and …..Well, saved you. "
"I stopped breathing?" Speaking in a stunned tone while my cheeks begin to warm, "Wait, he …." I trailed off, as my fingers unconsciously found their way to my recently touched skin.
"Yeah, once he finds out I'm here. He's going to be pretty pissed, at me….well anyway do you mind? He awkwardly motions to the TV.
"UH, yeah, sure, that would nice." I nod my distracted head.
"We can catch the last few minutes of the brand new episode." He flicks on the glossy wide flat screen hanging on the wall across from my bed.
"The voice of the blonde shakes me from my thoughts, "Sekimura-san, I've always been curious. "
He lifts his hand to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Why a grown man would be mesmerized by a girly princess super hero? Yeah, I get that a lot. I guess I've only told Momo, the rest of the guys, don't have a clue."
"Oh never mind, I don't want to-"
"No, no, your suck in the hospital, you deserve a performance, to keep your spirits up." The brunet singer bows gracefully at the waist, before pulling up a chair, and swing his leg over it. He leans two arms on the back of the chair. "I guess it all started with Sakura."
"Sakura, I don't think you've ever mentioned her before."
"She's my baby sister, I mean she in middle school now. She was born with a serious illness. At around five years old, she ended up practically living at the hospital. For the most part my mom did too. Every day after school, I would take a bus to the hospital, where my sister was being treated. Since my dad worked pretty much all the time. I was my mother's only relief. Day after day, I would show up right after school, so my mother could talk with the doctor or grab something to eat. Other then that, she never left my sister's side."
"Oh, Sekimura-san, that's so sad."
He pulled a finger to his mouth, shushing me quiet, before he continued the story. "I was just a stupid selfish kid back then. Every day I would walk pass all the other kids playing sports, and having fun. I remember how much my stomach would burn and twist just getting on that damn bus. Every day, it was the same, I would show up, and both my sister and my mother looked worse, than the day before. So my forced sacrifice didn't even make a difference. "With the depressing thought, Mika's shoulders fall in defeat.
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"One day, my sister was really sick from the medication, she had actually cried so much, she didn't have any more tears to shed. Of course, I was desperate for her to shut up, so I grabbed the remote and turned on the most sickening sweet thing I could find…and you know what, it worked."
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"It not only worked, but for the first time, she gave a weak smile to her selfish brother. So after that, it quickly became our thing. I would rush to the hospital in just enough time to watch Mamirin, and Sakura's smile grew stronger every day. To encourage her smiles I started buying DVDs and acting out the episodes in her hospital room. I was actually pretty good at it. More and more patients came to watch my impromptu performances.
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….and one day, she grew so strong she didn't have to live in the hospital anymore."
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"Shortly after that, my mom encouraged me to enter into Bambi School. She felt guilty for everything I missed, and said I have a natural gift to make people smile. So I agreed and years later, here I am. Since the hospital, Sakura and I have been collecting Mamirin. We actually compete with each other. So I guess you could say I owe Mamirin for being a part of B-Project and the Moons, but for importantly…
The life, of my baby sister."
"My gosh, Sekimura-san I….I never knew. What a beautiful story."
"Now, now, no need to make a big deal about it. Hey, Tsubasa your phone is blinking." The singer motions to my phone, resting on the small side table.
"Oh you know after what you told me I'm surprised it still works. It must be work." I glance over to the brunet singer with pleading eyes. "Sekimura-san, could you just read me the Text message? I haven't quite recovered from my headache I'd wait to read it, but it's probably important, if their calling me here."
"Oh yeah… Are you sure?" Mika motions to the beeping phone.
"Yeah go ahead, you would be helping me out." I leaned back to allow my head to sink in puffy pillow, before nodding my head.
"Well okay, lets' see." Mika shrugs his shoulders, before lifting my phone from the small table. "Yep your right, it's from Granada Music. The message reads…
"Sumisora-san, please be advised. Due to previous events of potential departure of Granada's Music assets, moving to a rival outlet. Granada Music has included mandatory living arrangements at the current residence for closer oversight for the following account named, B-Project. At your earliest convenience, please contact building's management for access to assigned residence. "Mika's stunned eyes slowly lift from my phone after reading the text.
"What?" My wide crimson eyes blink at the brunet.
He lifts his free hand to his brunet hair, before motioning to the phone. "Whoa, does this mean what I think it means…"
"Sorry I should have checked on you sooner." The older nurse comes bursting in to the room, followed by a small army of hospital staff. "Oh, don't mind them, there just tiding up your room." The anxious nurse motions to people hastily emptying bins and mopping floors. Saying nothing about several young candy stripers delivering massive floral arrangements.
Mika pushes his glass on the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, but I don't seem to remember tiding up including changing the curtains and the window hardware."
"The Hospital is just flipped upside down with the chairman's son's sudden arrival. It's not every day we get a visit from Kitakado conglomerate's only heir." The nurse quickly leans closer holding up a hand, before softly speaking, "Why didn't you tell me he is one of your princes? Talk about given an old women a heartattck. "
"Princes?" Mika raises a teasing eyebrow over his shining green eye. "This seems rather interesting, I think I would like to hear more about these, so called Princes."
"Sekimura-san it's not what you think" I vigorously wave two hands in front of me, while a warm blush forms on my cheeks. I quickly whipped my head to the anxious nurse. "And Tomohisa I….I mean Kitakado-san is not one of my princes I don't have any princes, there all just friends, besides he's not….supposed to be here, he's supposed to be on the other side of the country…preforming."
"Oh Tomohisa, for the prince and Sekimura-san for me, how cruel Tsubasa-chan." Mika playfully pouts.
"My hands slap over my stumbling mouth, "I didn't mean it! It just sort of popped out of my mouth. I didn't mean to say that. I thought you told me Kitakore were performing."
That's what we thought. They only answered that first call." Mika's eye go wide at my embarrassing blunder.
The older nurse shakes her head, before thrusting both arms over her head, "Well he's not. He landed on the hospital roof, just a few hours ago. He and his friend have been in a meetings on the upper floor. …..except now, they're on their way. Right now!"
End of Tsubasa Sumisora's POV
End of chapter 5
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