Shout Out Towards Tomorrow (Chapter Six)

Title: Shout Out Towards Tomorrow (Chapter Six)
Characters: Jun, Nino, Ohno, Aiba
Rating: G
Warning(s): Err nuffin…?
Note:.
To delve more into the title, it’s just like the song “Asu ni Mukatte Hoero”. Get the lyrics here.
Wheeee!! Finally got it up. S’been like two weeks, huh? I had this written but didn’t have time to type it ><; I’m working on Chapter seven, and Chapter eight of BTL. I dunno how fast I can get ‘em done, though -__-
Anyway, Enjoy~!
Chapter Seven! CLICK!

—–

Jun stayed the night with Nino just as he said he would. He slept in one of the chairs, pulled close to Nino’s side. Even though the nurses said Nino would be fine, Jun sensed something was wrong; more than his physical injuries. Nino didn’t seem to care about his injuries and he didn’t complain or ask for anything except water. Jun sensed that something was bugging Nino, but also that he wanted to be left alone about it. Maybe the boy was sensitive after all.

            Around 3 o’clock in the morning Jun awoke to a scritching sound filling the room. At first he thought it was a mouse, but light shone through his eyelids. When he opened his eyes, wincing at the light, he saw Nino hunched over the desk attached to the bed and writing furiously with his left hand. That was strange for Jun to see. He had thought that Nino was right handed having seen him usually play guitar with his right hand. Perhaps he was ambidextrous.

            Jun pulled himself up in the chair, blanket falling off his body as he did so. He inclined his head to see if he could get a better look at what Nino was writing. Nino’s eyes flicked to his and then back to the paper he was writing on. He placed the pen on top of it, obscuring the words and breathed in deeply. He stretched and eyed Jun again.

            “What were you writing?” Jun ventured. He wondered if Nino would open up to him at all.

            “Just something I’ve been working on,” Nino replied. He pushed the desk back to the end of the bed and shimmied into his sheets. “Maybe I’ll show you sometime. But for know you should go to sleep.”

            Jun smirked. Nino was trying to look out for him. “Good night, Nino,” he said, pulling his blanket back over his shoulders.

            “Night,” Nino grumbled back. He was so reluctant Jun almost perceived it as cute. Almost.

 

            A knock at the door startled Jun awake. He sat up fully in the chair and rubbed his eyes in the morning’s light. Nino must have been startled from the knock as well because he was yawning and eyeing the door. Jun decided to answer the door instead of the patient. “Yes?”

            A nurse entered the room, bowing. Her eyes flicked from Jun to Nino. “Ninomiya-san, we are ready to escort you out of the hospital whenever you wish it. Would you like me to remove the vitals from you?”

            “Ah that would be nice,” Nino said grimacing down at the needle stuck in his arm. Jun looked on, feeling awkward watching the nurse pull out the needles. He stood up and ruffled his hair, turning away from the other two in the room. Slowly, he stretched his cramped limbs and pushed the chair back in place.

            “I’m going to the toilet,” he mumbled, making his way to the small restroom. He closed the door behind him and turned on the sink. The water blasted out obnoxiously loud. It irritated him yet he splashed the warm water onto his face. He felt gross. He needed a shower and a tooth brush but he figured he could wait until he got Nino safely home. Jun frowned at his dripping face in the mirror. He was frustrated with himself, but he couldn’t figure out why.

            After relieving himself he shuffled back into the room where now only Nino stood, shuffling some papers into his school bag. Without looking up at Jun he said, “It’s already ten. After I wash up let’s go.”

            “That works,” Jun said, going over to his school bag. The sooner he got away from this place the better. In all honesty it was starting to creep him out. He could see that Nino felt the same way.

            He folded his uniform blazer and stuffed it inside his school bag. It was irritating to wear. Jun sat on the edge of the bed and played with his cell phone while he waited for Nino to reappear. He figured they could get home around 10:45 if they were lucky.

~*~

            “Aiba,” Ohno whispered in attempt to gain his room mate’s attention. The two boys lounging in his room were still asleep. “Aiba-chan,” he said a bit more forcefully. The boy stirred, blinking up at Ohno with vacant eyes.

            “Riida…?” He sat up, looking around the room. “Where am I… why am I…? Oh, Sho-chan.”

            “Ohno smiled slightly at Aiba’s cluelessness. “Aiba I’m going out for a bit.” Aiba bobbed his head. “I’ll be back… later.” Aiba bobbed his head again. “Go back to sleep.”

            Aiba smiled, pulling the covers over his head. “G’night Riida. Have fun.” Ohno patted what he presumed was Aiba’s head and stood. He grabbed his messenger bag that held his pencils and sketchbook off the desk. He made sure the room key was in his pocket and locked the door behind him as he left the room.

            He didn’t actually know what he was planning to do. He figured he could get on a bus and see if there was a good place to get off at; like a park. He needed inspiration and this trip could possibly give him just that.

 

            Ohno sighed as the bus arrived. He’d been waiting for the hunk of metal longer than he wanted to admit. He ambled on to the crowded bus and took an empty seat near the back. If an old person came by he would stand up or them.

            He stared down at the bag he placed on his lap, squinting at it. He wanted to look up to the people on the bus, but he was afraid that the flow of inspiration would not hit him and that his clamped hands would continue to itch. On the other hand, if the inspiration did appear, he was afraid it may not last long enough.

            “Oi,” he heard someone say. Ohno raised his head and was met by the dark blue of school uniform pants. He angled his gaze upwards, eyes trailing from a chubby-fingered hand holding a notebook to an arm in a sling to a bruised face of a boy that didn’t seem to be any older than him. The boy’s eyebrows seemed to be knit into an impenetrable frown, or in pain, and he was looking straight at Ohno. “You. Don’t be wallowing in your own self-pity when there are a lot of other hurt people around you.” The words were harsh but the voice that spoke them soft. Ohno found himself unable to respond.

            “Nino…!” Another boy appeared alongside the brusied one. “Sorry about him, he’s been in a bad mood lately…” he shot a glance to the one named Nino who didn’t take his watery, caramel-colored eyes off of Ohno. “Come on, this is our stop.” The taller boy started to pull Nino off the bus, but he wouldn’t move. Ohno hadn’t even felt the bus stop. “Fine then!” The tall one said, exasperated. “I’ll get off and meet you there. You better not miss the stop.” Ohno watched him stomp off the bus.

            “Here,” Nino said, not yet taking his eyes off of Ohno. Ohno looked into Nino’s eyes as the boy thrust the notebook into his lap. “Take that and stop feeling sorry for yourself.” With that, he broke the eye contact and walked off the bus to meet up with the other boy.

            The bus jerked into motion again, startling Ohno. He had no idea what had just happened. He knew he should feel annoyed or angry with the boy. What business was Ohno’s life to him? But he was only fascinating, feeling impending wonder… and inspiration. He tucked Nino’s notebook into his bag and pulled out his sketchbook and pencil. He started with the boy’s cute, chubby fingers, feeling excitement bubble up in his chest. His hands had stopped itching once the rough pencil had started moving on the paper. Lines flowed from his pencil like calm rivers. His hear sped and a smile exploded on his lips. It’d been a long time since he’d been able to draw.