rakuen | Waking up from comas (closed)

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Waking up from comas (closed)

Characters: Nanashi and Kotarou
Format: Prose
This log is: Closed
Location: Fortitude Infirmary
Summary: Nanashi has been sat at Kotarou's bedside when not teaching or fighting, Kotaro wakes up
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It had been a long week. Nanashi still was no closer in knowing why he was here or why Kotarou had somehow gotten here a month before him, and was in a coma. He had concentrated on playing this game of theirs, earning money and teaching like he had been told to. When he hadn't been fighting or teaching he had been at Kotarou's bedside. The kid showed no change from when Nanashi had first seen him a week ago.

There were no lessons today, and no fights either and so Nanashi hadn't left this room. Of course Kotarou would never know how much time he had spent here, Nanashi would never tell him. "You're a pain kid, you know that?"

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"Shut up," came the reflexive, hazy response as Kotarou's face scrunched up at the jibe. "S'your fault for not--"

The world snapped back into place, and his mouth clicked shut as he remembered where he was. And where his bodyguard wasn't. He tried to scramble upright, but was defeated by the deadly combination of heavy infirmary blankets and his limbs all being defiantly asleep.

"You!"

It took a lot to make Nanashi look surprised and yet for one moment he looked like he had seen a ghost. He was back to his usual, none expressive self a second later. He felt sharp relief though, Kotarou was alive.

As the kid tried to move he lifted an eyebrow and reached out to push him back into a lying position. "Can't even last a month without me huh?"

Dammit. He fell back as though he hadn't even tried to resist - which he most definitely had - but his scowl remained impressively unrelenting. It was only fueled by his relief in the stupid man being here. Finally.

"Took you long enough! You think I won't dock your pay?"

Nanashi raised an eyebrow, trying not to let the relief of seeing Kotarou conscious show on his face.

He reached into his rucksack to show off the glint of raks. "This place pays better."

Augh, the guy even knew how to play the game. He squinted at the raks in the bag, and hmphed. Was there anything he could use? He cast around for something.

"You're a Player? For what school? And how long have you been here, anyway?" He'd checked every time the train had arrived, after all.

Well actually, Nanashi was making stuff up as he went alone, seeing as he couldn't read the rulebook. "Fortitude, and a week. You'd decided to take a nap though. Is..." His head hurt and he shook it, trying to clear it. "Your dog..." What was his name? "Here?"

"No," At least Kotarou was familiar with the fact that he couldn't remember Nanashi's real name. Calling him nameless seemed kinda weird, but it was what he remembered. Just as familiar was the ache from Tobimaru's absence. "He's not. I'm looking after a puppy for class, though."

"A puppy?" Nanashi gave a small smile, but he was worried. "Puppy is not going to help you if you have a seizure though."

"A what?"

Nanashi blinked, right. He knew this place took memories but for them to take something that could be dangerous to Kotarou's health was not acceptable.

"You have an illness, that's why... that dog of yours is always around. To help you if you faint." He explained as clearly as he could.

Kotarou blinked. And blinked again. And frowned, belatedly, because he'd forgotten to do that with all the blinking he was doing.

"I'm not ill!"

"Yeah you are," he shrugged but dropped it, he had seen a little of how lost memories had worked. "Since you decided to wake up," he leaned back in his chair lazily, "I seem to have forgotten how to read, so mind filling me in on what the manual says?"

Hmph. Kotarou sat up and wriggled back until he was leaning against the headboard of the bed, so he could fold his arms properly.

"Since when could you read in the first place?"

That did confuse Nanashi, sure he had forgotten here, but he could read and write before. Couldn't he?

"Pretty sure I've always been able to read kid."

Deep suspicion was Kotarou's answer to that claim, but he didn't pursue it.

"It's Kotarou," he said, instead. "Not 'kid'. You'd better not've forgotten my name!"

"Course I haven't." He gave him a small smile, "So apart from taking long naps what mischief have you got yourself into." Knowing Kotarou he probably had half the city out to get him by now.

"Yuri's been teaching me to fight," he said, after a moment's thinking. "In bars."

Nanashi knew Yuri, one of the few people he did know apart from the kids in his class. He raised an eyebrow, "Fighting in bars huh," he leaned back, "Soon you wont need me around at all."

He was joking, and trying not to laugh at the image of Kotaro in a bar never mind a bar fight.

"Exactly!" Kotarou agreed, missing the sarcasm with his concentration on sitting up. He smirked, and leaned forward. "So you'd better make yourself useful if you wanna keep your job."

Nanashi smiled again. "Useful huh, you been a Player yet?"

"Yep!" Kotarou reached over to the table, which apparently had his belongings tucked away in a little box. Beyond smug, he opened the lid to show Nanashi his five upgrades. "See?"

Nanashi blinked, "All five of them?" He was actually impressed. Then again the kid had survived months on the street before they had even met... he thought... he couldn't seem to recall their meeting...

He picked them up looking at the symbols, "What do they do?"

"That can be your homework," Kotarou decided, after a pause. Truth be told he couldn't remember.

"Homework huh?" Nanashi grinned at him, "I'm the teacher here, I give you homework."

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