Sorry, people... I aint funny, im not getting it right, but I'm trying... sigh Smiles brightly Suggestions welcome.
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La...have a good read. If possible.
"No he didn't!" Ipsita gushed horrified, an hour later. "Unh-uh, he did and then Sunako… whisper whisper…" blurted Yuki and Ranmaru. They'd blurted 30 mangas worth of stories in half an hour, during which Ipsita's teary face turned into one of curious interest, then shock, then of pure hilarious laughter.
Sunako, not wanting in the least to relive those moments of the past went back to lying and watching the talk show. Just when she was about to doze off, she noticed/heard a slight creak from the door of the ward. The door then closed as silently as it had opened (thus not disturbing the ever-interesting story time), but she'd noticed a wisp of blond hair through the glass on the door. She sighed and closed her eyes.
A dim red light glowed. Where the heck am I? Ipsita then realized her eyes were closed. She opened her eyes when sunlight blared into her eyes. Groggily, she stretched and turned on her side. She could see Sunako still sound asleep, her leg still held up by the contraption. How she slept with that thing on was a super-wonder. Ipsita tried getting up, but the corset-like support for her middle didn't let her bend. She pulled herself up, got out from her left and walked to the balcony.
The view was incredible. She could see almost the whole city, sparsely scattered tall buildings rising out of the white mist settled on the city. She joined her hands in prayer and turned toward the sun. Just when she felt a cool peace inside of her, she heard a slight creak from inside the ward. Sunako's awake…She turned, her eyes still closed, her arms poised to hug herself – partly because of the cool morning air and just because she felt she needed it.
But her arms didn't close around her. Instead, they brought in with them a lean, strong frame of a body, pushing them together in an awkward position. Very awkward. Ipsita's face was smashed against someone's neck and chest, one that smelled faintly of ,well, something good.
Shocked, Ipsita raised her head, looking up to see that it definitely wasn't Sunako (as if she could reach there with her leg all tied up!).
It was Kyohei.
Up close, he was brighter, more perfect than ever, features more accentuated because of the stories about him she'd heard the day before. His eyes, shocked as they were, were perfect – she could just drown, but then-
His face was as shocked as hers. And looking up at him, Ipsita instantly turned stony. Well, everyone's reaction pattern is different; Sunako squirts blood from her nose, fan-girls faint, and Ipsita turns into stone. Kyohei, now stuck in part-embrace with Ipsita in a shockphase, squirmed trying to get out. Unsuccessfully. She was definitely stone.
"Erm…Ipsita?" This was not Kyohei. This was the only other voice in the room, Sunako.
Kyohei turned, flabbergasted, toward Sunako, as did Ipsita. (Crree-crree - the sound that came as Ipsita turned her head robotically.) A bright red color rose up their faces and steam escaped from their ears with a loud pshhhhhhhhhhh.
"Uh, wha-" Sunako tried sounding normal, even humorous, although a drop of blood trickled down her nose. Kyohei, still red, put a shaky finger on Ipsita's forehead and pushed. She fell backward, hands outstretched in the same position as they were, a true stone responding to the phenomena called Force.
Suddenly, Ipsita got up (miraculously, yet struggling a bit), chibified, eyes wide open in shock, with a large sweat drop looming over her head, muttered something, disappeared into her bed, pulling the curtains around her as she did.
Kyohei, trying hard to recover, tried saying, "Um, you- uh- both are going to be discharged today. Well- they- I…" he breathed in, "They sent me till they come to get you in the afternoon."
He pulled the chair near Sunako's bed, turned it around so that it faced the balcony and sat. Sunako, having seen enough to keep her asleep for the entire day, wiped her nose, and disappeared under her covers.
Kyohei smacked his head. He came in, silently if you will, so that he didn't disturb the sleep of that Annoying Girl and the-Girl-Who-Called-Him-Blondie. Then what happens? He sees the Blondie-Girl in the balcony and goes to ask her if she needs anything and suddenly she turns eyes closed and arms-outstreched as if in a trance. And hugs him close. Apparently unknowingly. Aw, come on, who does that? And then what, Sunako sees them. How bad could this get, he asked himself.
Then smacked his head again, Why is this bad? Blondie-girl didn't even know I was there. It was just a horribly timed mistake. But what will Sunako think?
Smack again.
Why do I care what she thinks of me? Should I care? Bah. Poor Blondie-Girl, what will Sunako think of her?
Thinking of Ipsita made him picture the scene again. She was small and warm, her build incredibly similar to Sunako's and her hair gave off a faint whiff of jasmines. Her dark eyes, big (shocked) and-
Smack again. Forget this ever happened, Kyohei.
The wooden chair was so darn uncomfortable. He looked around for somewhere else to sit. Beep Beep – no result.
Sunako was sleeping on one corner of her bed facing away from Kyohei, curled up like a kitty, only her right leg pulled up.Kyohei got up, pulled out one of her extra pillows, put it up against the bed frame and positioned himself against it. He pulled out a magazine from Sunako's rack and started flipping the pages. Much better…
Outside, the sun rose up higher.
"…and I guess Ranmaru-san would laugh his socks off if he saw you like this, right? The Nurse has lectured me three times already about how to act in a hospital, she says that to me! I didn't have the heart to wake you, Blondie…come on are you even listening??"
Kyohei didn't open his eyes immediately. This voice, it was definitely the Blondie-Girl's voice.
"Aw, come on..wake up, Blondie, they're coming, they rang up right now…"
Kyohei opened his eyes slowly. He was right where he was. In Sunako's, oh no- oh hell no!, bed. Sunako's sleeping face was centimeters away from his. Her small eyes, closed in perfect crescents lay peacefully infront of his nose, her nose close enough to touch his chin, her breaths tickling his neck. Her left hand, small and warm, were clasped over his right hand which lay gently in between them.
Kyohei, flabbergasted for the second time in the day, shuddered. Ipsita was sitting on the edge of the bed, all dressed up, chin in hand, raised eyebrows and a small smile on her lips.
"Thank the good gods! Blondie's awake! Bach gaye! (saved!). Get up, get going…they're going to come. Don't wake her, alright? They need to check her up once more."
Sparkle Sparkle. Another pair of eyes opened. And saw what lay infront of them.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Kyohei jumped, afraid, scared, petrified, terrified, horrified about what she'd do to him and moved to the farthest corner of the room. Ipsita, who just shuddered and stayed where she was, waiting for the evident showdown.
"You- You-" Sunako struggled to get up from her bed and struggled with her words, not caring in the least about Ipista's presence, "why you- Don't you care- DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, I'm not supposed to be near Creatures of the Light, and you – you don't even give a damn about how I'm feeling next to brightness like yours! No why would you, with brains like yours - the world could end tomorrow. Why cant you – just – STAY AWAY- from me? Why –"
She was cut off by Ipsita. One arm on Sunako's shoulder, she whispered into her ears –
"Hush li'll Sunako, don't you scare, Ipsita's goina get you a teddy bear, destroy it shred it and have some fun, then ill get you a skeleton-…"
Ipsita sang the lullaby over again and Sunako turned into a sleeping chibi form. Ipsita looked up, to see Kyohei still covering, but now with something else in his eyes too.Was it sympathy, was it shock, was it sadness or was it- could it be- pain?
She went over to him, as he slid down the wall, head in his hands. She kneeled and put her hand on his head.
They sat there like that for a while. He finally looked up, " I- um…I kinda- "
"Slept off? Yeah I get it, that magazine was so hellishly boring, trust Ranmaru-san to leave us such crap. Speaking of them, they'll be here any minute now. We're getting outta this clumsy-trap."
"Uh-please… don't tell them and -" Kyohei started nervously.
"I wont. When Sunako wakes, she'd probably forget it. If I were her, and I got to know, I'd hang you from this balcony and poke sticks that have sharpened nails at the end of them, or even better –" Her eyes lit up and she narrated the plans with relish, chibified.
Kyohei smiled, silently listening. She's just like her. Wish Sunako was like her.