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Post by Kayoko on Feb 12, 2006 19:42:36 GMT -5
Kayoko shook her head. "It's okay, Tomomi-san. I'm feeling much better! Really! You took such good care of us!" Kayoko said, then she gasped. "You could catch a cold!" Kayoko quickly thought of what Yasuo did and ripped her shirt. "It's not much, but hopefully enough to help!" She said as she gave the cloth to Tomomi. "I really owe you one!"
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Post by Tomomi on Feb 12, 2006 19:47:10 GMT -5
Tomomi was amazed, such energy so fast? She put her hand onto Kayoko's forehead, "Are you sure you're ok?" She glanced at Yasuo. It seems he was in worse condition than Kayoko was now, and looked at her hand, still locked together with his, "I'm going to stay here." She picked up the cloth with her unoccupied hand and smiled at Kayoko, still with tears of sadness but happiness too, "Thank you Kayoko."
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Post by Kayoko on Feb 12, 2006 19:49:47 GMT -5
Kayoko glanced at Yasuo. *This..This was all my fault..* Kayoko asked Tomomi darkly. "..Am I a horrible person?"
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Post by Tomomi on Feb 12, 2006 19:53:42 GMT -5
Tomomi's eyes widened in disbelief, still holding Yasuo's hand, "Now why would you think that? It's not like you caused this to happen to you or Yasuo, it was the jerk who clogged up the toilet and all that other stuffs' fault."
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Post by Kayoko on Feb 12, 2006 19:57:23 GMT -5
Kayoko shook her head. She was always taught to give the b.o.t.d., so that's what she did. "What if it was on accident?"
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Post by Tomomi on Feb 12, 2006 20:01:32 GMT -5
"I unplugged the pipe, you can even smell it, and I could tell by the number of stuff in there, and it wasn't anybody's waste, it wasn't an accident." She replied, still furious with whoever was the culprit.
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Post by Yasuo on Feb 12, 2006 20:23:47 GMT -5
Yasuo shook his head as he heard Kayoko's question. It sounded so familiar to hiim, he wanted to just smack himself. That question was emblazed on his mind and heart, and he heard it almost everyday of his life. He asked himself nearly daily that same question. But to hear it come from Kayoko's mouth was different.
He tried to speak, but the device on his mouth prevented anything to be understood. It sounded only as a strange robotic mumble of some sort. Yasuo sighed in frustration. With some hesitation, Yasuo began pulling off the breathing-device. A nearby doctor saw this action and made his way over, stating that Yasuo should leave it on. In response, Yasuo grinned evilly and tore it off quickly. He coughed as the air of inside entered his lungs, unlike that of the pure essence of the breathing-device.
"Still breathing," he hacked. He tossed aside the device and smiled, taking a deep breath. It kind of hurt his lungs to expand that large, but he did it to prove to himself that he was still alive and that he could be strong.
"Thanks Tomomi," Yasuo smiled again, looking down at her hand which still held his. "I felt..safe," he admitted, though not very loudly. And he slowly pulled his hand away.
And his mind returned to him. Yasuo turned to Kayoko and grinned. "A horrible person wouldn't have gone in there to save me, Kayoko. A horrible person wouldn't have gotten herself hurt to save her friends." Yasuo stood up and combed his hair with his hands.
"A horrible person wouldn't be my...best friend," he sighed, before turning around.
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Post by Tomomi on Feb 12, 2006 20:49:25 GMT -5
Tomomi was sort of surprised to see Yasuo so healthy all the sudden, and through all the happiness, Tomomi smiled, this time with only tears of happiness. "Group hug!" She cried, tearful, of course. She pulled them into a big group hug and squeezed them both, crying into Kayoko's shoulder at the same time.
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Post by Yasuo on Feb 12, 2006 21:37:04 GMT -5
Yasuo felt that same warm friendliness. He couldn't help but also break out into tears, un-ashamed. All the welling of emotions suddenly broke loose within him and he cried silently, returning the hug to both of his friends. He felt a relief of a sort, like something had finally been fixed or perhaps something had been set straight. Whatever it was, Yasuo was happy to know that it was like this: two friends he liked very much, in a moment that Yasuo wished could be eternal.
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Post by Lenore on Feb 13, 2006 14:41:47 GMT -5
((woah...Wicked drama....lol))
Lenore stood silently on the side lines. She was an outsider, someone who didn't have a rightful place there. With silent eyes, she watched the drama unfold. The other two students fighting to leave the death trap and breathe, one on the verge of giving up. A different student appeared and helped the rest of the way.
But she was the outsider. The helpful neighbor that no one knows and therefore forgets, no matter what it was they did.
She watched the friends hug and cry together, willing the sick to be well and to comfort the sick as well as themselves. Lenore knew that sight. That grasping of hope, the thin thread that always seemed to bind people together in a crisis. And even then she was the outsider, when she should have been the one being comforted.
Lady came up and sat on Lenore's foot. Tearing her eyes away from the spectacle, Lenore managed a smile for her dog, and scooped her up into her arms. It was the embrace she never got. Without another look back, Lenore turned and walked away, her face buried in Lady's short fur and her feet racing up to a run.
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