Oofuri - Abe Hakusho 1
Title: Abe Hakusho
Series: Ookiku Furikabutte
Character: Abe, Mihashi, Nishiura
Disclaimers: Standard Disclaimers Apply. Also, lots of references to other series, probably. :'D Aaand! Thanks to factorielle for being as retarded as I am helping out with the crack! Couldn't have done it without her. B|
He hadn’t seen the sedan coming. He had been crossing the road one moment and the next thing he knew, a car was speeding through the corner and coming for him. Takaya had been hit on the side - fracturing his hip and a few ribs, and breaking his arm - and had been sent sprawling in a bloody heap next to the road.
What he was angry about was that the jerk hadn’t even had the decency to bring him to the hospital.
Now, eight months later, he was still in a coma.
He was angry about that, too, but he figured that he wouldn’t want to wake up to a body still in the middle of healing bones up, anyway. At least the doctors and his parents were smart enough to not let his muscles rot and let him go through therapy. (He didn’t like it when they stripped him for baths, though. Neither did he like the nurses when they joked about molesting him.)
Takaya watched as Mihashi stuttered about his usual school things, hovering so close he’d be breathing down the other boy’s neck if he were tangible.
Being a spirit wasn’t so bad. At least these days, he could shout at Mihashi all he wanted without being heard or having the pitcher cry at him for it.
“-s-so he said he’ll have everyone pray for you again during the New Year. I-I will, too, so you can wake up again… ne?”
Nineteen years old and forever asleep. He hadn’t even managed to watch the season. Takaya had woken up a spirit immediately after the accident, but he’d only managed to wander around away from his body after a couple of months. The least his parents could have done was turn the television on for him or something….
“I-I should… go, Abe-kun. I have homework and… and practice. H-happy birthday.”
He was angry about that, too.
“You idiot,” he declared. “You don’t have to visit me just for that.”
“Oh, sorry,” Mihashi apologized.
Their eyes widened at the same time.
“Abe-kun?!”
“Don’t touch that arm!” Takaya snapped, when the other boy grabbed his body’s healing arm. “That’s the broken one.”
Mihashi turned to face him - Takaya the spirit - and screamed.
Well, that was interesting. He waved his hand in front of the pitcher’s face and watched as Mihashi followed it with his gaze.
“About time,” he muttered. “I wasn’t sure I’d get this far as a spook.”
Mihashi stared at him, and then promptly screamed again. “Abe-kun is deaaad!” he wailed, tears falling down his face in rivers and crumpling to a bawling heap on the floor. Startled, Takaya took a look at the monitor attached to his body and, with no small amount of relief, found that the measurements were still same as ever.
“I’m not dead. Shut up, Mihashi, before the nurses come in and think you’re psycho.”
Mihashi shut up. Takaya was glad to know that at least Mihashi still listened to him even after eight months of silence.
“Bu-b-b-b-but you… you-you’re--”
“A spirit,” he supplied impatiently, emphasizing this point by sort of floating to the bed and sitting down on his body’s thigh. It wasn’t like he could feel it, anyway. “I’ve been around since day one, you know.”
“You have?”
“Yeah. Usually there, in that spot behind you.”
“Behind me?” Mihashi echoed weakly.
“Yeah.”
“I-I see…”
“Well. This makes it easier,” Takaya said in some amount of satisfaction. “You can take me home with you. I’m pretty sure I can wander that far from my body by now.”
Mihashi squeaked. “Abe-kun?”
“I’m bored of this place, so now that you can see me, you can take me around with you.” Takaya didn’t think he’d ever seen Mihashi that pale before, and put it down to shock and the hospital lights.
Takaya spent the whole of that night drilling Mihashi about his schoolwork. At the rate that Mihashi’s grades had fallen in the last few months, Takaya thought that he should have flunked out of their university already. But Mihashi was known for pulling miracles out of that spastic brain of his, so perhaps he shouldn’t be too surprised.
They went through everything, Takaya hovering over Mihashi’s notes while Mihashi studied something else. Sometimes, he’d poke his head through Mihashi’s chest to see where he was at and get shrieks in reply.
It was nearly two in the morning when Takaya deemed Mihashi decently prepared for the next day’s exam (that Mihashi hadn’t even started studying for until Takaya had asked). Mihashi closed the lights and promptly collapsed into a bundle of exhaustion on the bed.
Takaya, with nothing left to do, ‘sat’ on a chair and watched him. It was a nice enough birthday, he had to admit that, even if Mihashi was as tough to deal with as ever. At least Mihashi could see him. Talking to someone was something he missed a lot, even if he’d never admit it.
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might be continued? If I get bored enough at work while being energetic, anyway. B|
Series: Ookiku Furikabutte
Character: Abe, Mihashi, Nishiura
Disclaimers: Standard Disclaimers Apply. Also, lots of references to other series, probably. :'D Aaand! Thanks to factorielle for being as retarded as I am helping out with the crack! Couldn't have done it without her. B|
He hadn’t seen the sedan coming. He had been crossing the road one moment and the next thing he knew, a car was speeding through the corner and coming for him. Takaya had been hit on the side - fracturing his hip and a few ribs, and breaking his arm - and had been sent sprawling in a bloody heap next to the road.
What he was angry about was that the jerk hadn’t even had the decency to bring him to the hospital.
Now, eight months later, he was still in a coma.
He was angry about that, too, but he figured that he wouldn’t want to wake up to a body still in the middle of healing bones up, anyway. At least the doctors and his parents were smart enough to not let his muscles rot and let him go through therapy. (He didn’t like it when they stripped him for baths, though. Neither did he like the nurses when they joked about molesting him.)
Takaya watched as Mihashi stuttered about his usual school things, hovering so close he’d be breathing down the other boy’s neck if he were tangible.
Being a spirit wasn’t so bad. At least these days, he could shout at Mihashi all he wanted without being heard or having the pitcher cry at him for it.
“-s-so he said he’ll have everyone pray for you again during the New Year. I-I will, too, so you can wake up again… ne?”
Nineteen years old and forever asleep. He hadn’t even managed to watch the season. Takaya had woken up a spirit immediately after the accident, but he’d only managed to wander around away from his body after a couple of months. The least his parents could have done was turn the television on for him or something….
“I-I should… go, Abe-kun. I have homework and… and practice. H-happy birthday.”
He was angry about that, too.
“You idiot,” he declared. “You don’t have to visit me just for that.”
“Oh, sorry,” Mihashi apologized.
Their eyes widened at the same time.
“Abe-kun?!”
“Don’t touch that arm!” Takaya snapped, when the other boy grabbed his body’s healing arm. “That’s the broken one.”
Mihashi turned to face him - Takaya the spirit - and screamed.
Well, that was interesting. He waved his hand in front of the pitcher’s face and watched as Mihashi followed it with his gaze.
“About time,” he muttered. “I wasn’t sure I’d get this far as a spook.”
Mihashi stared at him, and then promptly screamed again. “Abe-kun is deaaad!” he wailed, tears falling down his face in rivers and crumpling to a bawling heap on the floor. Startled, Takaya took a look at the monitor attached to his body and, with no small amount of relief, found that the measurements were still same as ever.
“I’m not dead. Shut up, Mihashi, before the nurses come in and think you’re psycho.”
Mihashi shut up. Takaya was glad to know that at least Mihashi still listened to him even after eight months of silence.
“Bu-b-b-b-but you… you-you’re--”
“A spirit,” he supplied impatiently, emphasizing this point by sort of floating to the bed and sitting down on his body’s thigh. It wasn’t like he could feel it, anyway. “I’ve been around since day one, you know.”
“You have?”
“Yeah. Usually there, in that spot behind you.”
“Behind me?” Mihashi echoed weakly.
“Yeah.”
“I-I see…”
“Well. This makes it easier,” Takaya said in some amount of satisfaction. “You can take me home with you. I’m pretty sure I can wander that far from my body by now.”
Mihashi squeaked. “Abe-kun?”
“I’m bored of this place, so now that you can see me, you can take me around with you.” Takaya didn’t think he’d ever seen Mihashi that pale before, and put it down to shock and the hospital lights.
Takaya spent the whole of that night drilling Mihashi about his schoolwork. At the rate that Mihashi’s grades had fallen in the last few months, Takaya thought that he should have flunked out of their university already. But Mihashi was known for pulling miracles out of that spastic brain of his, so perhaps he shouldn’t be too surprised.
They went through everything, Takaya hovering over Mihashi’s notes while Mihashi studied something else. Sometimes, he’d poke his head through Mihashi’s chest to see where he was at and get shrieks in reply.
It was nearly two in the morning when Takaya deemed Mihashi decently prepared for the next day’s exam (that Mihashi hadn’t even started studying for until Takaya had asked). Mihashi closed the lights and promptly collapsed into a bundle of exhaustion on the bed.
Takaya, with nothing left to do, ‘sat’ on a chair and watched him. It was a nice enough birthday, he had to admit that, even if Mihashi was as tough to deal with as ever. At least Mihashi could see him. Talking to someone was something he missed a lot, even if he’d never admit it.
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might be continued? If I get bored enough at work while being energetic, anyway. B|