Post by Takenaka Yuuta on Jan 20, 2011 9:11:34 GMT -5
Continued from There is a Problem
First part is a bit of the alley thread still, but the rest is happening in the club room, I hope that's okay!
Also, if you have a better title, please tell me, I suck at titles xD"
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Trying to stop staring at Kiyama’s hand, Yuuta was looking around, noticing rather quickly that he really had no clue how to get out of this mayhem. He was about to tell Kiyama what he thought about their chances, when the Yankee was gesturing at him to follow him.
"Stay close."
Yuuta had no idea if the other boy had actually a plan or just tried to do something to get them out of here, but either way Yuuta wanted to follow him; this guy was a Yankee after all and he would know how to get out of situations like that most likely. Yuuta wasn’t a friend of violence but when he noticed how Kiyama was clenching his wounded fist, he guessed that this was in fact their only ticket out. He nodded in agreement so Kiyama knew that he clearly understood and wasn’t near a panic attack or anything.
He was clenching his own fists now as well, really hoping he didn’t have to use them because last time when he had tried that, he had landed only one hit and everyone had thought that his hair had looked quite funny in the process. He was still sometimes called ‘helmet-sama’ due to that incident (and his haircut).
He shook his head slightly, trying to concentrate on the current surroundings now. Kiyama proved to be a very efficient shield and Yuuta saw him give a punch and a kick sometimes, but mostly they got through very fast and without any problems. Suddenly Kiyama grabbed him by his collar to yank him through the crowd – and they were out. Yuuta almost bumped into the much taller boy when he was suddenly coming to a halt, his posture going all rigid. This couldn’t be good.
Yuuta got next to him and saw Mizusawa still held by a Yankee in a tight and hurtful looking grip. This Yankee looked plain crazy and felt as if all air had been knocked out of his lungs. Mizusawa was like a brother to him, or at least how Yuuta had always imagined a brother should be like. He considered them to be real close friends and he liked hanging out with him. He wanted to rush toward and do probably something very stupid, but he couldn’t. He felt like he was frozen to the spot and Kiyama seemed to feel the same. Saying their friends name out loud, made the teen look up, his face suddenly going really pale. Yuuta gulped and was about to shout at Kiyama to do something since he had seemed to be the only reasonable in all this mess just moments ago.
Before he could do so though Mizusawa shot them a glance Yuuta knew too well. It was this look in his eyes his friend had when he was trying out a new trick or seeing a cool performance he wanted to try out himself. Yuuta stilled and watched, shocked and also kind of admiring, how his friend made the Yankee topple over on his back, using him as a mattress to soften his own fall before getting up as quick as possible and running towards them.
All those events had left Yuuta speechless and so he didn’t struggle much when he friend was dragging him and Kiyama behind him. He didn’t know how long they took or where they actually went to, but when the door closed shut behind them and Mizusawa leant against it, breathing hard, Yuuta came back to his senses.
He also suddenly felt his knees weaken, his legs all going wobbly all the sudden. His lungs were aching and burning with every breath he took and his heart was racing against his chest. He felt very dizzy all the sudden and was holding onto the railing of the stairs which lead down to their lockers and the sofa and the little table. He had to close his eyes for a second and that’s when he heard Mizusawa saying something. He tried to hear the words clearly with the blood rushing so loudly through his veins, thrumming in his ears. "Are you hurt too, Yuuta?"
He quickly opened his eyes, hoping he hadn’t scared his friend in any way. “I am fine,” he replied, running his fingers through his hair unconsciously when he saw his friends slightly messy look.
Yes, I am fine, Kiyama though..., he thought and suddenly he was back to his senses.
“Ah, Kiyama, you okay?” Again his more than stupid question. The Yankee was clearly not okay and he guessed the first part of Mizusawa’s spoken words had been directed towards the black-haired guy.
He tried to remember what they had learned in first-aid at school. He had been very interested into everything back then, because he had guessed it would come in handy in case someone would get hurt during their training. He had never guessed that he would ever have to use this knowledge to help a friend after a fight with Yankee’s... on the other hand back then he couldn’t have imagined to be friends with Yankee’s in the first place.
Now where was their first-aid kit? This was just great!
“Maybe you should sit down Kiyama, you’ve lost a lot of blood... I guess.” He thought it sounded reasonable, at least on tv they said this a lot as far as he knew. “Mizusawa, you should help him downstairs and have him sit down on the sofa. – Do you know where the first-aid kit is?” He didn’t want to sound as insecure as he felt.
Tourniquet, tourniquet, he repeated in his head while frantically opening their cupboards. For a second he had the crazy idea that in case he wouldn’t find the first-aid kit he could try one of the ribbons the girls used for their tumbling, but he was quite positive that they would hate this just as much as he hated how Wataru had treated their gear.
Wataru!
“We also need to call Wataru, guys.” He opened another locker and there is was! The first-aid kid! They were lucky that there had never been an emergency. He grabbed it and went over to the other two, to somehow get a tourniquet attached to Kiyama’s hand.
First part is a bit of the alley thread still, but the rest is happening in the club room, I hope that's okay!
Also, if you have a better title, please tell me, I suck at titles xD"
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Trying to stop staring at Kiyama’s hand, Yuuta was looking around, noticing rather quickly that he really had no clue how to get out of this mayhem. He was about to tell Kiyama what he thought about their chances, when the Yankee was gesturing at him to follow him.
"Stay close."
Yuuta had no idea if the other boy had actually a plan or just tried to do something to get them out of here, but either way Yuuta wanted to follow him; this guy was a Yankee after all and he would know how to get out of situations like that most likely. Yuuta wasn’t a friend of violence but when he noticed how Kiyama was clenching his wounded fist, he guessed that this was in fact their only ticket out. He nodded in agreement so Kiyama knew that he clearly understood and wasn’t near a panic attack or anything.
He was clenching his own fists now as well, really hoping he didn’t have to use them because last time when he had tried that, he had landed only one hit and everyone had thought that his hair had looked quite funny in the process. He was still sometimes called ‘helmet-sama’ due to that incident (and his haircut).
He shook his head slightly, trying to concentrate on the current surroundings now. Kiyama proved to be a very efficient shield and Yuuta saw him give a punch and a kick sometimes, but mostly they got through very fast and without any problems. Suddenly Kiyama grabbed him by his collar to yank him through the crowd – and they were out. Yuuta almost bumped into the much taller boy when he was suddenly coming to a halt, his posture going all rigid. This couldn’t be good.
Yuuta got next to him and saw Mizusawa still held by a Yankee in a tight and hurtful looking grip. This Yankee looked plain crazy and felt as if all air had been knocked out of his lungs. Mizusawa was like a brother to him, or at least how Yuuta had always imagined a brother should be like. He considered them to be real close friends and he liked hanging out with him. He wanted to rush toward and do probably something very stupid, but he couldn’t. He felt like he was frozen to the spot and Kiyama seemed to feel the same. Saying their friends name out loud, made the teen look up, his face suddenly going really pale. Yuuta gulped and was about to shout at Kiyama to do something since he had seemed to be the only reasonable in all this mess just moments ago.
Before he could do so though Mizusawa shot them a glance Yuuta knew too well. It was this look in his eyes his friend had when he was trying out a new trick or seeing a cool performance he wanted to try out himself. Yuuta stilled and watched, shocked and also kind of admiring, how his friend made the Yankee topple over on his back, using him as a mattress to soften his own fall before getting up as quick as possible and running towards them.
All those events had left Yuuta speechless and so he didn’t struggle much when he friend was dragging him and Kiyama behind him. He didn’t know how long they took or where they actually went to, but when the door closed shut behind them and Mizusawa leant against it, breathing hard, Yuuta came back to his senses.
He also suddenly felt his knees weaken, his legs all going wobbly all the sudden. His lungs were aching and burning with every breath he took and his heart was racing against his chest. He felt very dizzy all the sudden and was holding onto the railing of the stairs which lead down to their lockers and the sofa and the little table. He had to close his eyes for a second and that’s when he heard Mizusawa saying something. He tried to hear the words clearly with the blood rushing so loudly through his veins, thrumming in his ears. "Are you hurt too, Yuuta?"
He quickly opened his eyes, hoping he hadn’t scared his friend in any way. “I am fine,” he replied, running his fingers through his hair unconsciously when he saw his friends slightly messy look.
Yes, I am fine, Kiyama though..., he thought and suddenly he was back to his senses.
“Ah, Kiyama, you okay?” Again his more than stupid question. The Yankee was clearly not okay and he guessed the first part of Mizusawa’s spoken words had been directed towards the black-haired guy.
He tried to remember what they had learned in first-aid at school. He had been very interested into everything back then, because he had guessed it would come in handy in case someone would get hurt during their training. He had never guessed that he would ever have to use this knowledge to help a friend after a fight with Yankee’s... on the other hand back then he couldn’t have imagined to be friends with Yankee’s in the first place.
Now where was their first-aid kit? This was just great!
“Maybe you should sit down Kiyama, you’ve lost a lot of blood... I guess.” He thought it sounded reasonable, at least on tv they said this a lot as far as he knew. “Mizusawa, you should help him downstairs and have him sit down on the sofa. – Do you know where the first-aid kit is?” He didn’t want to sound as insecure as he felt.
Tourniquet, tourniquet, he repeated in his head while frantically opening their cupboards. For a second he had the crazy idea that in case he wouldn’t find the first-aid kit he could try one of the ribbons the girls used for their tumbling, but he was quite positive that they would hate this just as much as he hated how Wataru had treated their gear.
Wataru!
“We also need to call Wataru, guys.” He opened another locker and there is was! The first-aid kid! They were lucky that there had never been an emergency. He grabbed it and went over to the other two, to somehow get a tourniquet attached to Kiyama’s hand.
