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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Jul 29, 2019 18:20:10 GMT
WORD COUNT 211
| Hyousuke took the drink without saying much beyond a gruffly-spoken "Thanks." He thanked whatever higher power existed for his palms at least being spared the worst of it, since holding the bottle with toasted palms would probably have been quite difficult. The cap and the foil were taken off - with no small amount of difficulty, much to his shame - and he lifted the edge to his lips. It tasted strangely bland. He recognised that it was sweet, of course, and that it was that synthetic strawberry that tasted nothing like the real thing. But it just didn't feel right.
It like the difference between hearing and listening, between touching and actually feeling. Whether it was the shock of the situation still not having worn off, or his mind being elsewhere, he just couldn't taste it properly, no matter how quickly he drained the thing. Aki's words about not having to rush fell on deaf ears, with Hyousuke just wanting to find comfort in something sweet - something that usually helped calm him, or bring him down - but even that couldn't help him. His hands were shaking, his breathing ragged (if quiet), and his mind unable to focus. He couldn't even respond to Aki's remarks with more than a nod and mumbled acknowledgement. |
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Post by aki li on Jul 31, 2019 16:44:04 GMT
A black Mazda skidded into view, taking the corner too fast and clipping the curb with its tire. From the driver's seat, Gorou saw his charge's familiar mop of black hair snap up from where he'd been looking before, surprise slipping into and out of his expression. Gorou wasn't typically a careless driver -- but, Aki didn't typically call him for emergencies.
His headlights spotlighted the two boys, each standing some distance apart from the other, both clutching a bottle of milk. He could make out the emergency as the car came closer: a blonde boy -- the schoolmate, Gorou presumed -- with the distinct red of burns running down his arms. His own arms smarted in sympathy. He pulled up in front of them, hitting the button to open the automatic door. Aki slid into the backseat, murmuring a hello and motioning for Hyousuke to follow. Gorou turned back, scanning Aki's form as he fastened his seatbelt. His face was wan, but Gorou couldn't see any obvious wounds. Whatever had happened, only one of the boys had been hurt -- badly, to boot.
What the hell happened?
It wasn't his place to ask. The Li-Tatsunari family had only ever volunteered just enough information for him to do his work. Gorou had worked with Aki long enough to read beyond his placid expression and the chipper way he asked how was your dinner, terribly sorry for interrupting it, to the tightness around his eyes and the way his gaze flickered to and then quickly away from Hyousuke; this was one of those situations where he wouldn't volunteer much information at all.
He didn't need any of that to do his work, though. The family paid well enough. And -- Sympathy bled into his expression. Gorou saw the wounds. The boy needed medical attention, fast. He'd have helped anyway, even if he had passed by him alone. Wordlessly, he waited for both of them to settle into their seats, and calculated the fastest route to Dr. Tanaka's. They had waited long enough.
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Aug 1, 2019 10:23:30 GMT
WORD COUNT 211
| Almost wordlessly, Hyousuke followed Aki in. He gave some muttered acknowledgement to him, and a quiet apology to the driver for imposing on them, but for the most part he was largely quiet. Partly out of having nothing to say, but also partly out of a desire to keep his pain hidden. He knew, much to his chagrin, that opening his mouth would more likely than not have him wince or make some other pained noise, like an animal limping away from a trap, or a failed hunt. He hated it. He hated it, with every fibre of his being.
He hated that he was so weak that to protect someone, he had to hurt himself that much. He hated how weak he was, that he could even be hurt by something like that in the first place. He hated the feeling of helplessness that came after - the knowledge that, were it not for the immeasurably good luck he had of knowing someone that knew a discreet doctor and driver, he'd have more explaining on his hands to do than he was entirely comfortable with. He felt pathetic - a hopeless, hapless child, powerless to resist whatever fate ordained would befall him. |
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