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almondinflower2008-08-13 03:38 am
fromastudio) wrote in almondinflower2008-08-13 03:38 am
fic: paper amnesia 2/? [Rikkai, crossover AU]
paper amnesia, part 2 of?
characters: Yagyuu, Rikkai
Notes: I know nothing about Kanagawa, okay?
Genre: AU, Death Note Crossover
part ii
There is only one specialist oncology centre in Kanagawa. Yanagi and I passed through the revolving door at the front entrance and saw Kirihara chatting to the receptionist. He was accompanied by Sanada Genichirou.
All well and good, I thought. Sanada and I have very little to say to each other. Back in junior high, he thought I would make a valuable addition to the kendo club. I had no interest in kendo. As it turned out, Kirihara is better at it than I could ever be. Whenever I meet Sanada we stumble through conversations with the awkwardness of acquaintances who have nothing in common.
Yanagi made small talk with Sanada as we made our way to the haematology ward. Yanagi is good at small talk. Kirihara did not seem interested in communicating with anyone, so I resorted to scrutinising our surroundings. It was a very attractive hospital, with rice paper paintings hanging on the walls of the corridors.
The ward clerk directed us to a room tucked away in a corner. The room was filled with a profusion of flowers and helium balloons, a tribute to Yukimura's popularity. Marui Bunta and Niou Masaharu were inside. Marui sat at the bedside, popping gum. Niou was standing. He looked up as I passed through the doorway. For a moment, we made eye contact.
Sanada paused in the doorway as the others came in; he was the outsider, even among such a random assortment of people as we were. A commerce major with enough kendo trophies to line the Great Wall of China doesn't have much reason to come into contact with three humanities students (Kirihara aside), a music prodigy and a three-time student body president. I looked at Niou, who greeted the others with a nod. Completely self-possessed as usual. His silver hair was spiked at all the right angles. No wonder the girls voted for him.
Of course, Yukimura being on his ticket had something to do with it.
I eventually focused on Yukimura; we all did. He looked pale and thin – but Yukimura always looked pale and thin. All those hours of toiling in the garden never seemed to make a difference to his complexion. An intravenous line was running red blood cells into his arm from a bag suspended on a metal stand.
He smiled. “Renji. I knew you'd come.”
But his gaze barely stayed on Yanagi's face and soon drifted to Sanada. Not for the first time, I regretted attending an escalator school – everyone had history with each other. Marui at least had gotten a reprieve when he went to Europe for three years, but I didn't understand why he was back in Japan and not at Juilliard.
He'd been back for a year, and the Trio were ruling the campus again, just like they had in high school and junior high.
“We'll just go get some coffee. Are you coming, Bunta?” I could feel Niou watching me as he spoke. Niou and I have history, much in the same way that Sanada and Yukimura have history. We don't talk to each other these days because we hate small talk.
Marui made a wet chewy noise with his gum. “Oh yeah. Sure.” He sniffed as he walked past us. “You've been smoking again, Renji. It'll wreck your voice.”
Marui is the only non-smoker I know who can tell cigarette brands apart by the smell of the smoker's breath. He'd heard Yanagi sing once, back in our freshman undergraduate year, and he'd been pushing for him to participate in the choir ever since.
The two of them left, and suddenly there was space to breathe again. Niou had been right to make an exit, it was too damn awkward with seven people in the room. The last time we'd all been together like this was at Jackal Kuwahara's funeral.
Kirihara had already gone to Yukimura's side. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Mainly tired.” Gentle voice, the voice that could sway half the student population of Rikkai. “The doctors said I was anaemic.”
“What's the prognosis?” asked Yanagi.
He paused several seconds before he spoke, and we all heard the answer in that pause. “They're going to try chemotherapy.”
I tried to think of something to say, and while I was thinking, Sanada stepped forward. He frowned down at Yukimura. “Keep fighting.”
There was something quite fierce in Yukimura's expression. “I will.”
On to part iii.
characters: Yagyuu, Rikkai
Notes: I know nothing about Kanagawa, okay?
Genre: AU, Death Note Crossover
part ii
There is only one specialist oncology centre in Kanagawa. Yanagi and I passed through the revolving door at the front entrance and saw Kirihara chatting to the receptionist. He was accompanied by Sanada Genichirou.
All well and good, I thought. Sanada and I have very little to say to each other. Back in junior high, he thought I would make a valuable addition to the kendo club. I had no interest in kendo. As it turned out, Kirihara is better at it than I could ever be. Whenever I meet Sanada we stumble through conversations with the awkwardness of acquaintances who have nothing in common.
Yanagi made small talk with Sanada as we made our way to the haematology ward. Yanagi is good at small talk. Kirihara did not seem interested in communicating with anyone, so I resorted to scrutinising our surroundings. It was a very attractive hospital, with rice paper paintings hanging on the walls of the corridors.
The ward clerk directed us to a room tucked away in a corner. The room was filled with a profusion of flowers and helium balloons, a tribute to Yukimura's popularity. Marui Bunta and Niou Masaharu were inside. Marui sat at the bedside, popping gum. Niou was standing. He looked up as I passed through the doorway. For a moment, we made eye contact.
Sanada paused in the doorway as the others came in; he was the outsider, even among such a random assortment of people as we were. A commerce major with enough kendo trophies to line the Great Wall of China doesn't have much reason to come into contact with three humanities students (Kirihara aside), a music prodigy and a three-time student body president. I looked at Niou, who greeted the others with a nod. Completely self-possessed as usual. His silver hair was spiked at all the right angles. No wonder the girls voted for him.
Of course, Yukimura being on his ticket had something to do with it.
I eventually focused on Yukimura; we all did. He looked pale and thin – but Yukimura always looked pale and thin. All those hours of toiling in the garden never seemed to make a difference to his complexion. An intravenous line was running red blood cells into his arm from a bag suspended on a metal stand.
He smiled. “Renji. I knew you'd come.”
But his gaze barely stayed on Yanagi's face and soon drifted to Sanada. Not for the first time, I regretted attending an escalator school – everyone had history with each other. Marui at least had gotten a reprieve when he went to Europe for three years, but I didn't understand why he was back in Japan and not at Juilliard.
He'd been back for a year, and the Trio were ruling the campus again, just like they had in high school and junior high.
“We'll just go get some coffee. Are you coming, Bunta?” I could feel Niou watching me as he spoke. Niou and I have history, much in the same way that Sanada and Yukimura have history. We don't talk to each other these days because we hate small talk.
Marui made a wet chewy noise with his gum. “Oh yeah. Sure.” He sniffed as he walked past us. “You've been smoking again, Renji. It'll wreck your voice.”
Marui is the only non-smoker I know who can tell cigarette brands apart by the smell of the smoker's breath. He'd heard Yanagi sing once, back in our freshman undergraduate year, and he'd been pushing for him to participate in the choir ever since.
The two of them left, and suddenly there was space to breathe again. Niou had been right to make an exit, it was too damn awkward with seven people in the room. The last time we'd all been together like this was at Jackal Kuwahara's funeral.
Kirihara had already gone to Yukimura's side. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Mainly tired.” Gentle voice, the voice that could sway half the student population of Rikkai. “The doctors said I was anaemic.”
“What's the prognosis?” asked Yanagi.
He paused several seconds before he spoke, and we all heard the answer in that pause. “They're going to try chemotherapy.”
I tried to think of something to say, and while I was thinking, Sanada stepped forward. He frowned down at Yukimura. “Keep fighting.”
There was something quite fierce in Yukimura's expression. “I will.”
On to part iii.