[Archive] #19: red (The Color of Blood, by ammchan)
Title: The Color of Blood
Author: Amm (SoulSeeker)
Pairing: Asazuki Kousuke/Takeuchi Rio
Fandom: Spiral: Suiri no Kizuna
Theme: #19-red
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Spiral, I am just playing ‘Barbie’ with them, cause god knows they’re a lot more fun than real Barbies.
I love redheads, don’t you? xD 2/30.
The Color of Blood
The sound of sirens; piercing pain; muffled sounds of everyone talking about you, surrounding you; and of course the obnoxious little device that went over your mouth to help you breathe.
The Blade Children weren’t new to these things at all; in fact they were quite used to it, as they continuously faced the Hunters in the tedious battles they would instigate every so often to try to take the lives of their ‘prey.’ The Cursed Children found yet another way to cheat death and escape impending doom, as Rio had once again found herself in the Emergency Room; this time, Kousuke was right along side her. They waited there with all the other strangers that had managed to severely hurt themselves that day, seeming completely unfazed, and after about a half an hour of waiting and maybe two hours of operation, they had finally gotten the medical attention they were there for.
“All right then, we’ve just finished patching up your wound on your stomach and arm; all your vital spots are still okay, so after a night or two, you should be free to go. Same story for you, Rio.” The doctor that been patiently working with Kousuke and Rio gave them both a smile. “Just get some rest for now. In about an hour or so, we’ll move you up to your rooms and then we’ll allow you some visitors.”
Rio made no response, and Kousuke just turned away arrogantly as the doctor left the room. He grumbled, sitting up on his bed as soon as the doctor was out of sight, and he folded his arms. “Stupid doctor,” he mumbled. “Who does he think he is, treating us like babies? I’ll see visitors when I want to - I don’t need his damn permission!”
Shuffling sounds could be heard from the other bed, a few feet away from Kousuke’s as Rio sat up as well. “Oh, stop complaining. You’re acting like it’s your first time in the hospital,” she said in an annoyed tone of voice. “You’ve been here before - you know how it works.”
Kousuke growled. “Doesn’t mean I agree with it,” he replied haughtily. He sighed, laying back down faced away from Rio, his head resting upon his arms. A silence had engulfed the room, with the exception of the dulled murmurs of the nurses and doctors from outside, and it didn’t seem to bother either of them. The redhead had planned on sleeping the time away until they would finally be moved up to their rooms, but a damp feeling on his pillow had distracted him and had up sitting up again within minutes.
“What the heck?”
Upon closer inspection, Kousuke could see red splattered all over his pillow - and it was wet. He lightly patted the pillow, and based on the smell, he decided it was definitely blood; his own blood, which had probably gotten on the pillow from the wound on his arm somehow. He sighed discontentedly and let out a low growl. “Great,” he muttered. He flipped over his pillow to the other side, which was, lucky for him, dry.
He then could hear snickering from Rio, who sat up upon hearing Kousuke mutter to himself. “Was that blood, or just hair dye?” she teased with a smirk.
“Shut up! You know this is my natural hair color,” Kousuke replied defensively.
Rio just giggled. “You’re lucky then,” she said. “I would want blood-colored hair.”
He just raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a look as if she was the craziest person he knew. “Maybe you should get your eyes checked,” he said. “My hair is not the color of blood.”
“I think it is,” she replied matter-of-factly.
“Well, it’s not!” he said defiantly.
She just smirked. “Why don’t we find out?” she asked; and with that, she grabbed her adorable bunny plushie that doubled as a backpack, and she pulled out her small pocket knife she kept with her for protection. She put the knife to her wrist, the blade barely kissing the surface of her skin.
“Hey, stop playing around!” Kousuke exclaimed. “Why do you still have that, anyway? Put it away!”
Rio stuck her tongue out at him, as she put the blade back in her backpack where she had kept it to successfully avoid its confiscation. “You’re right…your hair’s more pinkish, anyway,” she laughed, as she zipped up the bunny backpack and hugged it like a plushie once more.
He narrowed his eyes into a glare. “It’s not pink either,” he said defensively. “You were closer when you said blood-red.”
She raised an eyebrow with a smirk, closely observing his hair. “I don’t know…” she said wearily with a teasing tone.
“It’s-not-pink,” Kousuke hissed.
“Blood-red, then,” she said conclusively.
“It’s not that either!”
“Then what is it?!” Rio demanded, folding her arms.
Kousuke just growled. “You know there’s nothing wrong with leaving it at just red,” he said. “And what the heck am I doing arguing with you about my hair color anyway? Who cares! Geez!”
Laughing at his aggravation, Rio laid back down. “Red’s just not detailed enough,” she said. “That could mean a lot of things. And details matter…”
“Not when we’re talking about hair!” he replied; he growled again and began to mumble.
“Do, too,” Rio replied softly. Soon after, Kousuke threw his blood-stained pillow at her.
“Shut up and go to sleep,” he commanded.
Just as the pillow was flying across the room, the door opened again, which called both of their attention as Rio caught the pillow absent-mindedly. The doctor that had operated on them before, who was at the door, just blinked and shrugged, looking a little confused. He just put up an innocent smile, as if he knew what was going on-or if he didn’t know, he didn’t want to find out.
“Just wondering if you guys wanted to go to your rooms, since they’re ready for you…” he said. “If I’m interrupting something, I-”
“No,” they both said firmly in unison. The two looked at each other, and then away again, each feeling a mixture of surprise and resentment with a tint of embarrassment. They both looked at the doctor humbly; Kousuke remained stubbornly quiet, and Rio simply gave him an innocent smile, hugging her bunny plushie tighter.
“We’d love to go to our rooms now…”
Author: Amm (SoulSeeker)
Pairing: Asazuki Kousuke/Takeuchi Rio
Fandom: Spiral: Suiri no Kizuna
Theme: #19-red
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Spiral, I am just playing ‘Barbie’ with them, cause god knows they’re a lot more fun than real Barbies.
I love redheads, don’t you? xD 2/30.
The Color of Blood
The sound of sirens; piercing pain; muffled sounds of everyone talking about you, surrounding you; and of course the obnoxious little device that went over your mouth to help you breathe.
The Blade Children weren’t new to these things at all; in fact they were quite used to it, as they continuously faced the Hunters in the tedious battles they would instigate every so often to try to take the lives of their ‘prey.’ The Cursed Children found yet another way to cheat death and escape impending doom, as Rio had once again found herself in the Emergency Room; this time, Kousuke was right along side her. They waited there with all the other strangers that had managed to severely hurt themselves that day, seeming completely unfazed, and after about a half an hour of waiting and maybe two hours of operation, they had finally gotten the medical attention they were there for.
“All right then, we’ve just finished patching up your wound on your stomach and arm; all your vital spots are still okay, so after a night or two, you should be free to go. Same story for you, Rio.” The doctor that been patiently working with Kousuke and Rio gave them both a smile. “Just get some rest for now. In about an hour or so, we’ll move you up to your rooms and then we’ll allow you some visitors.”
Rio made no response, and Kousuke just turned away arrogantly as the doctor left the room. He grumbled, sitting up on his bed as soon as the doctor was out of sight, and he folded his arms. “Stupid doctor,” he mumbled. “Who does he think he is, treating us like babies? I’ll see visitors when I want to - I don’t need his damn permission!”
Shuffling sounds could be heard from the other bed, a few feet away from Kousuke’s as Rio sat up as well. “Oh, stop complaining. You’re acting like it’s your first time in the hospital,” she said in an annoyed tone of voice. “You’ve been here before - you know how it works.”
Kousuke growled. “Doesn’t mean I agree with it,” he replied haughtily. He sighed, laying back down faced away from Rio, his head resting upon his arms. A silence had engulfed the room, with the exception of the dulled murmurs of the nurses and doctors from outside, and it didn’t seem to bother either of them. The redhead had planned on sleeping the time away until they would finally be moved up to their rooms, but a damp feeling on his pillow had distracted him and had up sitting up again within minutes.
“What the heck?”
Upon closer inspection, Kousuke could see red splattered all over his pillow - and it was wet. He lightly patted the pillow, and based on the smell, he decided it was definitely blood; his own blood, which had probably gotten on the pillow from the wound on his arm somehow. He sighed discontentedly and let out a low growl. “Great,” he muttered. He flipped over his pillow to the other side, which was, lucky for him, dry.
He then could hear snickering from Rio, who sat up upon hearing Kousuke mutter to himself. “Was that blood, or just hair dye?” she teased with a smirk.
“Shut up! You know this is my natural hair color,” Kousuke replied defensively.
Rio just giggled. “You’re lucky then,” she said. “I would want blood-colored hair.”
He just raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a look as if she was the craziest person he knew. “Maybe you should get your eyes checked,” he said. “My hair is not the color of blood.”
“I think it is,” she replied matter-of-factly.
“Well, it’s not!” he said defiantly.
She just smirked. “Why don’t we find out?” she asked; and with that, she grabbed her adorable bunny plushie that doubled as a backpack, and she pulled out her small pocket knife she kept with her for protection. She put the knife to her wrist, the blade barely kissing the surface of her skin.
“Hey, stop playing around!” Kousuke exclaimed. “Why do you still have that, anyway? Put it away!”
Rio stuck her tongue out at him, as she put the blade back in her backpack where she had kept it to successfully avoid its confiscation. “You’re right…your hair’s more pinkish, anyway,” she laughed, as she zipped up the bunny backpack and hugged it like a plushie once more.
He narrowed his eyes into a glare. “It’s not pink either,” he said defensively. “You were closer when you said blood-red.”
She raised an eyebrow with a smirk, closely observing his hair. “I don’t know…” she said wearily with a teasing tone.
“It’s-not-pink,” Kousuke hissed.
“Blood-red, then,” she said conclusively.
“It’s not that either!”
“Then what is it?!” Rio demanded, folding her arms.
Kousuke just growled. “You know there’s nothing wrong with leaving it at just red,” he said. “And what the heck am I doing arguing with you about my hair color anyway? Who cares! Geez!”
Laughing at his aggravation, Rio laid back down. “Red’s just not detailed enough,” she said. “That could mean a lot of things. And details matter…”
“Not when we’re talking about hair!” he replied; he growled again and began to mumble.
“Do, too,” Rio replied softly. Soon after, Kousuke threw his blood-stained pillow at her.
“Shut up and go to sleep,” he commanded.
Just as the pillow was flying across the room, the door opened again, which called both of their attention as Rio caught the pillow absent-mindedly. The doctor that had operated on them before, who was at the door, just blinked and shrugged, looking a little confused. He just put up an innocent smile, as if he knew what was going on-or if he didn’t know, he didn’t want to find out.
“Just wondering if you guys wanted to go to your rooms, since they’re ready for you…” he said. “If I’m interrupting something, I-”
“No,” they both said firmly in unison. The two looked at each other, and then away again, each feeling a mixture of surprise and resentment with a tint of embarrassment. They both looked at the doctor humbly; Kousuke remained stubbornly quiet, and Rio simply gave him an innocent smile, hugging her bunny plushie tighter.
“We’d love to go to our rooms now…”