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 Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 7:36 pm
Kiba watched the sun go down, watching as the rays tried to keep its embrace on the world. But in the end, the sun always lost its hold and disappeared as the moon took over. It's how life goes. In a circle, as Kiba' younger brother had once put it. Somebody always loses, then that person loses to somebody else. And so on and so forth.
"Kay kiddo, go take a shower and get ready for bed." Kiba said quietly, looking back towards Nozomi. He checked his watch, just to see that the hands pointed to only seven o' clock. Hm... a bit early? Well, Kiba always found it much more comforting to be ready for bed at any moment instead of waiting 'til the last second.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 11:07 am
Nozomi was a little confused. Wasn't it a little early? Not wanting to write any questions, he walkd away to do as he was told. Entering the bathroom and closing the door, he took a moment of silence to recall his life's events. Out of all those events, it seems that today's was the most significant. It was almost as if he had woken up from a nightmare.
'I just wish that Mother's death was just a nightmare,' Nozomi thought. So much time has already passed, and it scared him to know that she was gone. Before that day, he thought she would never leave him, or at least so soon. It looks like he was terribly wrong.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 4:05 pm
Kiba silently waited outside in Nozomi's room, watching the sun as it sunk low on the horizon. Tomorrow... what were they going to do tomorrow? Kiba looked around the room again to try and get some ideas. Well, he knew that Nozomi liked to draw, so maybe Kiba would take him out to the country side? That sounded like a good plan, but Kiba's car was back at his apartment, and the men were probably waiting for him to leave the vicinity of the hospital so that they could get a good shot at him.
But staying in the hospital room was incredibly boring. Kiba couldn't imagine staying here for most of his life like Nozomi had. He had to hand it to the kid, this was an incredibly horrible and boring life that dragged on for hours and hours on end. And Kiba had just spent most of his life doing what? Sitting in a basement rotting with his brother. Nozomi's life sounded a lot more boring.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 4:44 pm
Nozomi somehow dreaded walking into the bathroom. When he was younger, he would hear some stories about dead people and mirrors, and he was afraid of seeing Mother in the mirror. He didn't know what ghosts would do and how they would appear, or even if they came out of the mirror. It wasn't likely that she would hurt him, but the thought seemed scary.
'What am I thinking? Of course those urban legends don't exist,' Nozomi tried to convince himself. 'If dead people really did come out of mirrors, then wouldn't they be walking among us by now?' Such childish thoughts were already filling his mind. He must really have been devastated by Mother's sudden leave. Of course it was natural. She was the whole world to him. Nobody would be heartless enough to forget about someone they cared so much about.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 1:04 am
After about an ten minutes, Kiba had already dozed off in the chair by the window. However, his nap was far from pleasant. Behind his eyelids he watched as some of the worst memories he had stored in his mind replayed themselves once again for him. The night his mother sold him and his brother, the night his brother did, and the day that his captors stole something... precious from him.
The volunteer woke up with a start, his eyes wide open and his face dripping with sweat. Dreams? No, they were memories. And that just made them the worse nightmares of all. Kiba could still hear all of the blood-curdling screams ringing through his head. When would the dreams disappear?
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 2:44 pm
After ten minutes, Nozomi left the bathroom and crawled under the sheets of the hospital bed. Closing his eyes, he tried not to think about what he saw from the look on Kiba's face. The volunteer seemed to have been having bad memories, and it definitely wasn't a good sign.
Of course, he didn't write any questions down for Kiba to read. He might have already pried enough into the volunteer's past. If Nozomi continued to ask questions, he might accidentally drive Kiba away, and that was the last thing Nozomi wanted. If that happened, who knows how many years it'll take before another kind person who ignored the rumors came along?
'Dear Mother,' Nozomi thought as if thinking of a letter to send to Heaven. 'Today's the day I finally went outside, and it was great. My current caretaker, Kiba-san, is a really nice person, and he's the one who took me outside for once.' He opened his eyes a little to stare at the darkening sky. 'For some reason, he said he'll love me as much as you did. I don't really think he would, but he seemed very sure of that. Maybe I'll find out later. Good night.' With that, Nozomi slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:27 pm
~~Time Lapse~~
It was five o' clock in the morning when Kiba woke up. He wasn't used to sleeping very long, since living with two abusive males didn't offer many opportunities for such a leisure. He saw that Nozomi was still asleep, so he didn't wake the other boy. Instead, he wrote a note on the boy's notepad in neat cursive, saying that he was going to go buy breakfast. Then he kissed the boy and left.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:42 pm
Nozomi opened his eyes, waking up from yet another nightmare. He didn't know why, but he kept imagining Mother trying to run toward him, but then she suddenly dissolved into dust in the wind. It always scared the mute boy, always having that same nightmare that he knew represented the day Mother suddenly died.
There was no time to dwell on that now. Sitting up, Nozomi scanned the room for any sign of Kiba. The absence of the volunteer would have made him panic if he hadn't noticed the notepad containing a message of unfamiliar writing. Just reading the message was enough to get him to calm down.
'So Kiba-san's only going to buy some breakfast,' he thought to himself. That meant he was going to return at some point, right? 'Only this and nothing more.' At least he wasn't going to quit or anything like the other volunteers.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 11:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 11:17 am
((Sorry for taking so long sweatdrop ))
Kiba returned from the cafe downstairs with a mug of hot chocolate and a container of pancakes. "Oh, hey. You're awake." He smiled slightly as he set down the items. "Well, have at 'em, they're all yours." Kiba said, motioning toward the food on the tray. There was only enough food for the boy, since Kiba usually didn't eat breakfast.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 4:06 pm
(No problem.)
Nozomi wondered why Kiba didn't get some food for himself, but he wrote nothing. Instead, he picked up a container from the tray and began to eat whatever was in there, which happened to be pancakes. Maybe he should save some for the hospital volunteer in case he wanted something.
Now that he thought about it, it's been a while since anyone stayed in the same room with him for more than five seconds. There were quite a few times when some curious visitors did, but due to his lack of response at any of their greetings, they moved on with scowls on their faces. It always bothered Nozomi to see them, since they probably didn't know he was mute.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 4:28 pm
Kiba settled back into his chair slightly, closing his eyes. Nozomi would probably wake him up if something was happening around him. Of course, he shouldn't count on the mute kid to act like his mother. That was kind of rude on the volunteer's part.
Slowly, Kiba's eyes fluttered open. A knock at the door had ripped him from his reverie. Slowly, very slowly, the volunteer stood up to go and answer the door. Outside stood a nurse with some food for Nozomi. "Um, thank you." Kiba accepted the food graciously, keeping the nurse from actually entering the room herself. Then he closed the door and set the food on the table. "We'll save that for later, alright?" Kiba asked.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:37 pm
Nozomi nodded, and then he held out the container he had been holding. There were still a few pancakes in there, and he wanted to give them to Kiba, who might be hungry. He just hoped that the volunteer would accept them. Of course, it was up to Kiba to make the decision.
For some reason, he felt that there was something about Kiba that reminded him of Mother. Maybe it was just the kindness he had shown Nozomi the whole time he was there. The level of that kindness was similar, though it was hard for Nozomi to tell. He didn't have a kindness meter after all.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:57 pm
Kiba raised an eyebrow delicately as Nozomi offered him the box. Usually, the volunteer would have just pushed the box back toward the boy, probably to avoid having to actually eat anything at that moment. But the look in the boy's face more or less told him that he couldn't refuse. So Kiba took the box with a slight smile on his face.
"Thank you." Kiba said kindly, opening the box and pulling out on of the pancakes. He folded it like a science board before he took a bite out of it like it was a taco or something. That's how Kiba ate his pancakes... like tacos.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 8:33 pm
Nozomi smiled, glad that Kiba was having something to eat after so many hours of sleep. It seemed, however, that the volunteer was reluctant to accept the pancakes. Maybe it's just out of politeness that he silently agreed to accept the container.
It was a little strange that after only a day Nozomi was treating Kiba as if they were childhood friends. Wasn't that weird? Maybe it was just the effect of the sudden kindness that was never directed toward him for a very long time. But, for all he knew, this thing would only be short-lived.
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