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 Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:20 pm
Nozomi Boisu was born mute, and his parents abandoned him in a hospital when he was only five due to being tired of having children cover their house in eggs and toilet paper. For years Nozomi has been alone and wanting to find someone who would love him, but nobody in the hospital wanted to watch him and those who volunteer just quit as soon as they hear that he is mute. They think Nozomi is just a spoiled brat, but in truth all he wants is someone to love him.
That's when ~A~ comes in. In desperate need of job experience and a better reputation, ~A~ applies as a volunteer for the hospital. The only spot left is the position to take care of Nozomi, but rumors had it that he was spoiled. Even so, ~A~ doesn't care and he goes ahead and take the position. When he meets Nozomi, is he really doing this job for the heck of it or is it love at first sight?Rules♠ No content above PG-13
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:23 pm
The Clipboard My favorite singer: Crazy_Tomboy313 I want to say: Nozomi Boisu I'm this old: 16 In a relationship, I'd be: Uke I'd say: History is explained above, and personality will be revealed as the story goes on. You see me:  My favorite singer: BLacKeMoSAdneSS I want to say: Kiba Kyuuketsuki I'm this old: 19 In a relationship, I'd be: Seke I'd say: Kiba was always a desperate kid. His mother was a housewife with no job, and his father was dead. The only way that his mother and him were ever going to live is if they somehow got money, so Kiba's mother sold himself on eBay for well over a few million bucks. Someone eventually bought him, Kiba went to live with the man, and the man paid off his mother every month. However, Kiba hated that life since he couldn't speak. His owner would beat the crap out of him if he did. But Kiba would sing every night, play the piano, do some kind of music. But that got him nowhere, so he ran away from his owner's house, and went to live by himself. Now he needs a job, and gladly volunteered at a hospital to spend his time. He heard that he was going to be watching a "spoiled brat", but he didn't care. A job was a job, and Kiba wasn't going to back down now. Personality: Kiba never shows his true nature to anybody, so it's hard to say. His outward nature is more or less a happy kid who doesn't talk much. But his inward appearance is more dark and tortured. You see me: 
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:46 pm
How long has it been since that day? Eleven years? Yes, it probably has been, since he had been stuck here since he was only five years old. Almost nobody in the hospital cared about him, but he was still able to get schooling from a kindly nurse who he considered his mother. She taught him everything he should learn and so much more.
That was only too long a time ago. She died recently and now there was no one who cared about him. Why? Because Nozomi was mute. People just think he's a spoiled brat because they think people with disabilities get all the attention. Well, they didn't know him. They were always judging a book by its cover, or rumors in his case. Everyone, except that woman who actually loved him, was the same.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 1:14 am
Kiba ran through the doors of the hospital, sweat coating his forehead and his glasses sliding down his neck from their perch on the back of his head. So much for being on time, he was almost late! He hoped that the volunteer head wouldn't fire him on his first day. But almost amazingly, the head was glad to see him. Kiba was sent to a room where this kid named Nozomi Boisu was. Other volunteers sneered and giggled, which didn't make any sense to young green haired man. What's going on?
He soon found out while he was reading the kid's file and walking down the hallway. The kid was mute, a disabled child. He had heard several times from other volunteers that the disabled kids at this hospital tended to be spoiled, so nobody wanted to hang out with them. Well, Kiba was just going to put up with it. He desperately needed something to do.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 12:03 pm
Nozomi just stared at the window and didn't bother to look towards the door. It would only be around two or three seconds after the volunteer's arrival that he would leave. Nobody wanted to deal with a "spoiled brat" like him. A volunteer's job in his case is as simple as to enter the room, find out the patient is disabled, and then leave. It has always been that way, and it would perhaps always be that way.
Though Nozomi wanted to tell the volunteer to just go away and leave him alone, there was no paper or pen around and thus no way to communicate. The only thing he could do, since he didn't know how to use sign language, was to just ignore the volunteer and hope he would leave. He had probably suffered enough just being in the same room as a "spoiled brat."
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:49 pm
Kiba approached a door with the words "Nozomi Boisu" plastered onto it. Wow, the kid got his own permanent room. Must be a permanent patient or something. Kiba shrugged and turned the doorknob. Hopefully, the kid wouldn't throw things at him and be an emo kid like his cousin. Spoiled, Kiba could handle. Emo, Kiba just didn't know what to do.
The young man opened the door to see a blonde child, about three years younger than him, staring out the window. The boy didn't turn around to see who came in. Was the kid really that spoiled that he thought he was above everybody else?
"Uh... hiya. I'm Kyuuketsuki Kiba." The green haired man smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry I'm late. I missed my bus and well... I ran. I was so excited about meeting you and everything that I forgot all about it. Strange, huh?" Kiba laughed.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:40 pm
Surprised at hearing the word 'excited', Nozomi immediately sat up and turned his head turned to the door where the green-haired volunteer, Kyuuketsuki Kiba, stood. What he had said surprised him, really. Who in the world would be excited to meet a spoined brat?
If there was any chance of communication, what would he be able to say? Should he explain his situation right away? Or should he just say hi and vice versa? One thing was for sure, this Kiba person was different. For Nozomi, it would have been entirely impossible for someone to actually stay in the room for quite a long time, which in his case was more than three seconds.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 11:58 pm
Once he had finally stopped laughing, the feeling in the room got a bit... quieter. So quiet in fact, that it was completely creepy silence. Kiba didn't really know what to do, except try to make small talk... with someone who couldn't talk. Was he really being that retarded?
"Well, um, nice place?" Kiba asked, smiling. "Oh, I almost forgot. I got you a present on the way here." The green haired man smiled, rummaging through his messenger bag. "Now... where did I put it? Aha!" Kiba smiled in triumph, holding up a pad of blue paper and a black fountain pen. "I figured... hey, I might as well get the kid something nice. So here you go."
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 3:58 pm
Immediately taking the pen and pencil, Nozomi didn't hesitate to write something down. Thank you, he wrote. This is the first time someone besides Mother has been nice to me. Suddenly, there was a slight pang in his heart and almost immediately he knew why. Even now it still hurt no matter how hard he tried to get over it.
Mother... that was the name he gave the nurse who took care of him. She very much resembled a loving mother who wouldn't care if her child was disabled. Nozomi was never lonely before now. Mother would almost always be next to him, whether it would be teaching him things that normal children would learn or just spending some time with him. Now that she was gone... even the sun was dark.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 12:27 am
Kiba had to put on his glasses in order to read, which irritated him completely. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy his glasses, it was just a hassle to keep on putting on and off every single time. But the boy's words bothered him even more. No one's been nice to him before? Kiba thought. What a sad life.
"So um... you had a mother before?" Kiba asked, hoping that he wasn't hitting a sensitive subject. "Don't talk... er... write about if you don't feel like it. I'm not forcin' ya or something."
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 5:22 pm
Nozomi suddenly felt a somewhat harsh pang in his heart. Actually, my parents left me here when I was five, so that was around eleven years ago, he wrote. Mother was the nurse who took care of me, but... He couldn't finish the sentence in the way he originally planned to write, so he wrote something else. She just doesn't come here anymore, that's all.
And ever since he had heard the dreadful news, he had been crying every night and was constantly and utterly alone. Sometimes he could still hear her lullabies that would eventually lull him to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 8:41 pm
Kiba sighed sadly, ruffling the younger boy's hair. "Well, don't worry 'bout it. She's still around, watching you. I know, my father died too when I was young." He smiled, even though the subject was a bit touchy.
"So, Nozomi. Tell me about yourself. Hobbies, besides sitting and staring out a window all day. Interest... how your life is... Actually, don't answer that one. Um... Yeah... tell- write me all about it." Kiba caught himself a bit later than he had intentionally hoped, but that was okay.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 9:19 pm
Don't worry about what you say. Mother used to say that words like 'tell' all the time. As long as you don't expect me to speak, I'm fine, Nozomi wrote, smiling a little. It was his first smile since Mother died.
Anyway, about interests... I'm not really sure, he wrote once more. The hospital employees never let me out of this room, much less the hospital. I usually spend my time drawing, watching television, reading books, or thinking about what it would be like to speak. Then he began to think a little before writing some more. Sometimes I wonder what my voice would sound like.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 11:19 pm
Kiba smiled a bit as the boy did. The kid liked to draw, something that Kiba had always loved to do himself while he was with his buyer from eBay. Naturally, with the glasses and all, people expected him to be a book worm. But the truth was, Kiba hadn't ever picked up a book over five hundred pages long. They were all story books and faerie tales, both of which interested him more.
"Well, Nozomi. If you ever want to leave this room, you just let me know and we can go hang out somewhere." Kiba smiled. "And I'm sure that your voice would sound beautiful. Voices almost always match the speaker." He smiled again, laughing slightly as he moved toward and leaned out the window.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 3:01 pm
Nozomi was once again surprised at hearing what Kiba said. Beautiful? Why would he think Nozomi's might-have-been voice would sound beautfiul? Sure, he gave the explanation, but he probably didn't mean it that way, right? Maybe he was just using words that could be easily misunderstood or something or was joking.
Nonetheless, Nozomi blushed a little and immediately tried to hide it. Kiba probably saw it already, so his efforts to hide would be in vain. He was never able to hide things well, unless they were secrets. Because he was mute, people don't expect him to be able to communicate of anything. It was just the way things were nowadays.
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