Still same thing with the povs.

I ran into the room, desperate to find out what had happened to my sister. The doctor had stopped me, asking if my sister’s status had dropped more, that it was that precarious that I had been called in. I made it into the room, despite the pain in my leg, only to see the doctors and nurses sighing in relief, the monitors at their normal rate. Upon glancing at him, her main physician explained to me that she was stable now. I nodded, relief washing through me. No one was going to die today, not my sister, Youji…despite hating him; I didn’t really want him to die. He was third on my list. The others in the room filed out but I stayed, stumbling forward. I rested my forehead against hers, desperate that they could switch places. Tears fell once again, hitting her closed eyes and sliding down her cheeks. I wiped them away; I had always hated it when she cried. I knew I couldn’t stay, I was just supposed to be putting the trolley back. Squeezing her hand and kissing her forehead as a silent goodbye, I walked away. I had become good at those, silent goodbyes and walking away. My steps were much heavier then on the way to the room and I was thankful to have the elevator to myself. I leaned against the railing, waiting for it to go down. It was humorous that it came so quickly when I didn’t really want to go down and came so slowly when I was desperate to go up. Oh well, such is life. I got out when the doors opened, and on walking into the room, noticed Manx. Nodding slightly to her in acknowledgement, I took a chair, the energy drained out of me. Between the emotional conflicts and the painkillers and the mission, I was tired. Not unusual, although it was odd that I actually wanted to sleep. I ignored the looks I received and closed my eyes, sleeping in a chair was fine; at the moment I was that tired. I didn’t stay awake in that chair for a whole minute.

I watched as Aya’s face relaxed in sleep, the angry lines softening into something gentler, more fragile, and I could see why the man hid it so. They had woken me up when Manx appeared. “Go home,” I advised, “Aya had my keys, and I guess Ken has the spare one’s anyways. All I’m going to do is sleep. Take sleepyhead with you.” I nodded my head towards the drooping red one.

“Are you sure, Youji-kun?” Omi fretted, this was nothing unusual, but it was starting to grate on my nerves and I had no cigarettes to calm me down.

“Yes.” I answered simply, leaving it at that, never say I can't keep my mouth shut, that's Ken. The brunette picked the man up and he didn’t even stir, just cuddled slightly closer. I found myself getting jealous of Ken’s position and annoyed at the way he was looking down at the man. To distract myself, I raised an eyebrow at Omi, who was blushing, ”Are you sure you just gave him some painkillers?” I asked dubiously.

“Um…well…he hates it when people get hurt and he never sleeps and he needs to sleep because he’s hurt so I-gave-him-some-tranquillisers-with-the-pain-medication.” He mumbled. “I’m surprised he stayed awake so long.” He added, before blushing more.

I would have laughed except it would probably hurt. ‘It’s fine chibi, I won’t tell if you won’t.” I promised. He grinned at me, before following the other three out of the room.

I stared up at the ceiling. God I wanted a smoke.

I woke up with a groan. I was stiff from sleeping in one position, though I wasn’t in the chair I remembered falling asleep in. One thought entered my mind, I was going to kill Omi, chop him up into very small pieces with a long pointy object. The idiot had drugged me! I sat up, annoyed. The feeling only increased as I realised everything but my pants had been taken off. I didn’t need to be undressed like a child; I could do it myself. I laughed mockingly at myself. ‘No I just sound like one.’ I thought. Grabbing some clothes to change into and a big white towel, I headed to the bathroom. The only thing I had actually liked when I first started Weiss was the massage setting on the showerhead. Knots in muscles I didn’t know I had, loosened and I shrugged, some of the tension from the other day wearing off. Quickly drying my hair, I got dressed, throwing out the cut up pants and walked downstairs. Upon seeing Omi, my violet eyes narrowed, watching him yelp and try to hide behind his cup of coffee. He looked up at me with those big blue eyes and I sighed. Dammit! They reminded me too much of the look my sister gave me when she had done something wrong, it was hard to get angry with him. “Don’t do it again.” I ordered him.

“Hai,” he grinned grabbing a cup and started making my tea for me. I blinked. Twice. When was the last time anyone here had made anything for me?

“Ken is with Youji, we didn’t want to leave him alone. The hospital doesn’t have that much security.”

A knot twisted in my stomach but I ignored it. “You’re still going to school aren’t you?” I asked, trying to switch topics in my mind. Omi gave me a strange look.

“Hai.”

“Is there a sign on the shop saying we’ll be closed for the day?”

Omi nodded, pleased, I guess he had been concerned about what I would say. “If you could trade places with Ken-kun at ten thirty or so and I’ll replace you as soon as I get off school. Okay?”

“Hn.”

“I need to go or I’ll be late. I’ll see you in the afternoon, bye, Aya-kun.” He handed me the freshly made tea and was out the door. I leaned against the counter. A whole morning to myself, I could go spend the time with my sister. I finished off my tea, and headed downstairs, planning an arrangement in my head. Maybe it would add a little more life to her room. It ended up beings a bouquet of violet tulips and lilies of the valley, her favourites being the second. I headed to my car.

I nodded to the nurse sitting at her station before walking in the girl’s room. The morning light hit the bed and for a moment she looked a little more alive. Placing the bouquet beside her bed I started to talk. The only time I talked this much was when no one could say anything back; I would talk about inconsequential things too. The fan girls, the shop sales, the park beside the hospital, anything that sounded normal and cheerful. The doctors had told me that she would respond better to happy voices and ideas. I closed my eyes for a moment when I realised I would have to go to Youji’s room in a minute or so. I stood up, placing a kiss on her forehead, brushing some bangs away from her eyes. I missed her so much…

I took the stairs down to Youji’s room, partly because I wanted to see if my leg could handle it, and partly just because Ken and the playboy could wait.

I was arguing with Ken, trying to get him to buy me some cigarettes when Aya walked in, calm and cool and collected. He barely glanced at Ken in response to his greeting, leaning against the wall. Ken stuck his tongue out at me and waved good-bye, most likely going to play with his kids. I sighed, noticing he was staring at the heart monitor as if entranced, some unnameable expression on his face. Again, I started thinking about what was upstairs. To get that off my mind and to change Aya’s expression before I went mad trying to figure it out I asked what the flowers Ken brought meant.

He walked over to them, fingering a petal, “Forget-me-nots, undying love.” His eyes narrowed but it was more with suppressed humour than anger. I myself chuckled a bit in amusement, groaning afterwards because of the pain. I watched him slip his coat off gracefully, admiring his movements. Graceful was a good way to describe him. So was beautiful and determined and passionate. And surprisingly enough, naïve. He didn’t seem emotional but he was, you just had to mention the name Taketori. And he was naïve; I always thought that was because he grew up rich, though that’s pretty much all I know of his childhood. He just believed everything was black or white when its really just shades of grey. It’s unfortunate; he misses out on so much with his way of thinking. God forbid someone might tell him so.

He sat down in the chair and looked at me, that deep penetrating look that always made me think he’s a telepath too. It is like he can see everything and finds you lacking. He gives harsh judgement but he does it with himself to, so I can’t really blame him. There is something that he compares everything to and he’s put that one thing on such a high pedestal that nothing can match. I wondered if that has something to do with upstairs. Hmm…these much be pretty good drugs, I don’t normally spend so much time contemplating him, when I notice my thoughts going in that direction I normally steer them in the complete opposite. Aya frowned, though it seems more at himself than me, which is good for my health. Suddenly he began to speak.

“Do you know when you’re allowed out of here?” He said, giving me an odd look, almost like he disapproved of me being in a hospital. He probably does. I’m surprised he hasn’t torn into me yet about getting wounded on a mission.

“In a few days as long as all the tests come back negative.” My fingers twitched as he nodded; I'm still craving a cigarette, though I know better than to ask him to buy me a pack.

Aya sighed and closed his eyes. He was still awake; I could see how tense he was. I, in turn, closed my eyes as well, not intending to fall asleep. I did so anyways. I woke up once to see him pacing the room silently, obviously in pain and ignoring it. I didn’t need to see him purposely hurt himself; there wasn’t anything I could ever do to help, so I closed my eyes again. Next time they opened he was giving me a look that shook me to the core, strangely wild and desperate and afraid. Like a deer caught in headlights. Not understanding the look in the least, my eyelids fell again, creating a barrier between verdant and amethyst. I'm awoken a few hours later, listening to the man be sick in the washroom. Worried, I almost called out to him but stop just in time, he would only be embarrassed. Still, I couldn’t help but cast a worried gaze his way when he walked out, looking tired and in pain and upset. A lot of emotions in his usually ice covered eyes. I glanced at the clock, Omi should be here soon and he can go back home and sleep hopefully. “You okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine.” That was an actual sentence! A short sentence but still, a whole sentence. He sat back down as his cell phone rung. He picked it up calmly, waiting until the number appeared before answering. So paranoid. “Omi.”

I could hear the boy from here. Aya grunted a few times and hangs up. “Omi’s downstairs.” He said, putting his leather trench back on. I wanted to tell him to go to sleep and eat some soup or something motherly like that but I won’t. I’m not Omi. He paused a moment, grasping something in his pocket before he pulled out a package of cigarettes and an expensive silver lighter and placed them on the table beside me. He turned before he could see my smile of thanks. I grabbed the pack and lighter and before he’s at the door I said, “Go get some sleep!” knowing I’ll probably be killed for the words. Instead he turned his head back at the door, an odd light in his eyes as he looked at my hand holding the lighter.

“Hn.” And he was gone. Just like that. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it quickly, smoking as fast as I could until Omi came in. It’s only after the other blonde came and scolded me slightly and I'm puffing contentedly on my second smoke that I realised the pack was open and one was missing.

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