sakura spring 8
Still getting my head around today's incredibly cute episode, but I'll try my best.
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I breathed in and out, in and out, trying to calm myself. Hibari-san was just asleep, deeply asleep, exhausted from the effort he just made. It was not worse than that. He was not unconscious, no, no. He had not fainted. Just went to sleep, yes?
The door opened slightly, and I looked up at Kusakabe-san. "Hey, little lady. Shall we go?"
The tonfa were on the floor. Hibari-san had dropped them. I picked them up. "Go where?"
"Home." He took up Hibari-san in his large arms, quickly placing him in the wheelchair he brought along. He draped a large fisherman's cap over Hibari-san's head, which hid his closed eyes. "Follow me, my brave young lady."
"But...but...my tea set..."
Kusakabe-san pushed the wheelchair forward at a brisk pace. "Someone will get it later." I jogged to match up to his speed. The tonfa were rather heavy, too.
He sped to a cargo elevator, and we rode it down to the parking lot. Kusakabe-san tried to look calm, and so did I, but my hands were sweating. I bit my lips to keep my teeth from chattering. Our cargo always threatened to slide off the wheelchair. Kusakabe just kept a firm grip on the clothes as he tapped his fingers, waiting for the elevator doors to open.
The elevator opened at the second basement level. Kusakabe-san walked even faster, the wheelchair ahead of it. I ran to keep up.
He stopped at a car I had seen before at the shrine, quickly opening the front passenger door. "Sorry, chairman," he said as he lifted Hibari-san off the wheelchair onto the passenger seat.
Kusakabe-san packed the wheelchair in the trunk and opened the back passenger door. "Come on, little lady."
He got in himself, started the car, and quickly headed for the exit.
In all this time, Hibari-san did not move, did not say anything, just kept breathing. No, no, no, nothing was wrong with him, nothing, nothing.
"Did you get a look at who shot at you?" Kusakabe-san asked, but I said no.
"Hibird just came chirping...HIBIRD! What about Hibird?"
"He'll find his way home, don't worry about it, he always does." He looked sadly at Hibari-san for a moment. "The chairman trained him well, after all."
I sighed with relief, then looked again at Hibari-san and sighed. I didn't get to protect him at all. He protected me.
"He's fine, I've seen him like this before, I-pin-chan. Overworked himself again, that's all." He chuckled. "I know he's quite grumpy, but he never leaves anything undone, and he never leaves his people behind. Of course he whacks at them later, but that's part of who he is. Must be sad that I'm so used to it, don't you think?"
I shook my head. "Not at all, Kusakabe-san."
It was like that with me, too. I knew people did not like Hibari-san. But all I could feel was the strong heart inside him. No matter what anyone else thought, I knew he was a good man.
We took a back road to the shrine. Kusakabe-san parked the car in the trees. He slung him on a shoulder and walked in the darkness with sure footing. I had been to the shrine many times, but I was not familiar with the secret entrances the independent research group used, so I followed Kusakabe-san closely.
But we did not go through a secret entrance at all, just went through the back door, where the shrine was a house, Hibari-san's house. All the doors were sliding wooden panels, without locks.
Kusakabe-san made his way past the receiving area into the bedroom. As he switched the electric lights on I saw a plain, undecorated room with drab cabinets to one side and a solitary table leaned on a wall.
I made my way to the futon cabinet, and pulled out the futon. Soon Hibari-san was on it, still pale, with tumbled hair, still sleeping more soundly than I wanted.
"Please, Kusakabe-san, could I stay here?" I asked.
Kusakabe-san thought for a while. "He might hit you, on instinct, if he finds out."
"I can block on instinct, too," I smiled at him.
"Suit yourself, little lady," Kusakabe-san shrugged. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Wait here, I'll go get you a futon."
I bowed to the tatami mat. "Thank you very much."
Kusakabe-san left me in the bedroom with him.
He breathed slowly and peacefully. Just asleep, just asleep, I kept telling myself.
I felt under the blanket for his hand. I held it in both of mine.
I was not sure why I did it. It just felt wonderful to hold it. Knowing he was with me. That he did all that, with this hand, for me.
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April 24
I woke up rather late. The sun was up rather high. Hibird and his relatives sang by the window.
I found a futon under me and a blanket on my back. Something warm and lovely was beside me. Something warm was in my hands. I woke up just enough to look at them.
I was still holding his hand!
"Let go already."
I suddenly let go and backed away, suddenly fully awake.
I looked at the futon I had slept on. It was placed just beside his! And he was glaring at me! I had fallen asleep beside him!
"I, I, I, I, I...my greatest and sincerest apologies, Hibari-san!" I knelt and bowed and bowed and bowed.
"I HATE.BEING.CROWDED."
"Yes, Hibari-san, I will remember, I will remember," I bowed and bowed again.
"Never let it happen again."
I promised, as I went off to make breakfast in a hurry.
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Write what you want to write, aye? Unfortunately it's stuff like this.
The week is finally over. Goodnight.
EK 8 )
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I breathed in and out, in and out, trying to calm myself. Hibari-san was just asleep, deeply asleep, exhausted from the effort he just made. It was not worse than that. He was not unconscious, no, no. He had not fainted. Just went to sleep, yes?
The door opened slightly, and I looked up at Kusakabe-san. "Hey, little lady. Shall we go?"
The tonfa were on the floor. Hibari-san had dropped them. I picked them up. "Go where?"
"Home." He took up Hibari-san in his large arms, quickly placing him in the wheelchair he brought along. He draped a large fisherman's cap over Hibari-san's head, which hid his closed eyes. "Follow me, my brave young lady."
"But...but...my tea set..."
Kusakabe-san pushed the wheelchair forward at a brisk pace. "Someone will get it later." I jogged to match up to his speed. The tonfa were rather heavy, too.
He sped to a cargo elevator, and we rode it down to the parking lot. Kusakabe-san tried to look calm, and so did I, but my hands were sweating. I bit my lips to keep my teeth from chattering. Our cargo always threatened to slide off the wheelchair. Kusakabe just kept a firm grip on the clothes as he tapped his fingers, waiting for the elevator doors to open.
The elevator opened at the second basement level. Kusakabe-san walked even faster, the wheelchair ahead of it. I ran to keep up.
He stopped at a car I had seen before at the shrine, quickly opening the front passenger door. "Sorry, chairman," he said as he lifted Hibari-san off the wheelchair onto the passenger seat.
Kusakabe-san packed the wheelchair in the trunk and opened the back passenger door. "Come on, little lady."
He got in himself, started the car, and quickly headed for the exit.
In all this time, Hibari-san did not move, did not say anything, just kept breathing. No, no, no, nothing was wrong with him, nothing, nothing.
"Did you get a look at who shot at you?" Kusakabe-san asked, but I said no.
"Hibird just came chirping...HIBIRD! What about Hibird?"
"He'll find his way home, don't worry about it, he always does." He looked sadly at Hibari-san for a moment. "The chairman trained him well, after all."
I sighed with relief, then looked again at Hibari-san and sighed. I didn't get to protect him at all. He protected me.
"He's fine, I've seen him like this before, I-pin-chan. Overworked himself again, that's all." He chuckled. "I know he's quite grumpy, but he never leaves anything undone, and he never leaves his people behind. Of course he whacks at them later, but that's part of who he is. Must be sad that I'm so used to it, don't you think?"
I shook my head. "Not at all, Kusakabe-san."
It was like that with me, too. I knew people did not like Hibari-san. But all I could feel was the strong heart inside him. No matter what anyone else thought, I knew he was a good man.
We took a back road to the shrine. Kusakabe-san parked the car in the trees. He slung him on a shoulder and walked in the darkness with sure footing. I had been to the shrine many times, but I was not familiar with the secret entrances the independent research group used, so I followed Kusakabe-san closely.
But we did not go through a secret entrance at all, just went through the back door, where the shrine was a house, Hibari-san's house. All the doors were sliding wooden panels, without locks.
Kusakabe-san made his way past the receiving area into the bedroom. As he switched the electric lights on I saw a plain, undecorated room with drab cabinets to one side and a solitary table leaned on a wall.
I made my way to the futon cabinet, and pulled out the futon. Soon Hibari-san was on it, still pale, with tumbled hair, still sleeping more soundly than I wanted.
"Please, Kusakabe-san, could I stay here?" I asked.
Kusakabe-san thought for a while. "He might hit you, on instinct, if he finds out."
"I can block on instinct, too," I smiled at him.
"Suit yourself, little lady," Kusakabe-san shrugged. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Wait here, I'll go get you a futon."
I bowed to the tatami mat. "Thank you very much."
Kusakabe-san left me in the bedroom with him.
He breathed slowly and peacefully. Just asleep, just asleep, I kept telling myself.
I felt under the blanket for his hand. I held it in both of mine.
I was not sure why I did it. It just felt wonderful to hold it. Knowing he was with me. That he did all that, with this hand, for me.
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April 24
I woke up rather late. The sun was up rather high. Hibird and his relatives sang by the window.
I found a futon under me and a blanket on my back. Something warm and lovely was beside me. Something warm was in my hands. I woke up just enough to look at them.
I was still holding his hand!
"Let go already."
I suddenly let go and backed away, suddenly fully awake.
I looked at the futon I had slept on. It was placed just beside his! And he was glaring at me! I had fallen asleep beside him!
"I, I, I, I, I...my greatest and sincerest apologies, Hibari-san!" I knelt and bowed and bowed and bowed.
"I HATE.BEING.CROWDED."
"Yes, Hibari-san, I will remember, I will remember," I bowed and bowed again.
"Never let it happen again."
I promised, as I went off to make breakfast in a hurry.
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Write what you want to write, aye? Unfortunately it's stuff like this.
The week is finally over. Goodnight.
EK 8 )