Atobe, Shishido, Ohtori
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tenipuri_xpRating: PG for some blood
Dated: Late last night
Summary: Shishido finds Ohtori after the attacks. Some angst, and a mildly god-mod Banji (I hope that’s alright.) Atobe appearance.
Ohtori had left over an hour ago, saying that he'd be right back and making Shishido promise over and over again that he would not step a foot outside the dorms. But that had been an hour ago, and now Shishido was beyond worried. Being right back was fifteen minutes, not a whole hour.
Debating at the edge of the stairs of the dorms, Shishido swore at his indecisiveness and bolted down the stairs and towards the areas where all the commotion was coming from earlier. It pissed him off that he couldn't help out and protect his school, but his powers weren't very offensive, and he wasn't about to break another promise. But now that the noises had quieted, and Ohtori wasn't back… things were different.
He flew swiftly over to the wreckage of what was once the rec room. But something was nagging at him, so instead of landing there to investigate he flew towards the infirmary and landed. The building was more than destroyed but there was enough structure remaining that he could walk into some of the support beams and what were once rooms. "Choutarou?!" He called out, keeping a sharp eye for any intruders around him.
Thankful for his improved vision like he had never been before, Shishido scanned the wreckage, the nagging sensation encouraging him further into the unstable wreckage. "Chouarou?!" He called again, walking around a fallen support beam and catching site of dusty silver strands. "Choutarou!" Shishido yelled, immediately on his knees beside his boyfriend.
There was debris on Ohtori, and there was blood oozing out of his ears, and scratches and cuts were oozing all over his body, well, the parts Shishido could see. "Hold on Choutarou, I'm here. I'm gonna get you out." At least he knew Ohtori was still alive, at least if that groan of pain was any sign. Petting Ohtori's head gently, he started to work moving off debris. Vehemently wishing that he was stronger or had some mutation that would help him in this. "Hang On Choutarou!" He encouraged, shifting off some more crap that had fallen on the other's legs. God he hoped nothing was broken.
He’d intended to only go and strike down An with a stunning bolt to prevent any more damage or risk any more lives unnecessarily. He had not expected to fall victim to her wrath. At some point he had heard a deafening roar of thunder around him, then his ears had tried to adjust the sudden change in atmosphere, but refused to pop and end the slight headache. When they did, he felt something wet run down his jawline and everything sounded like he was in a tunnel. Then everything went dark.
A quiet groan escaped the teenager as he felt a hand in his hair. He’d been lucky that when the winds picked up and he’d been thrown the beams came down over his legs and not on them. He made another sound as some of the weight on his back quit pinning him down so he could breathe a little more comfortably. He knew someone was there, but he didn’t want to wake up completely yet, there was a feeling that something was definitely wrong. Shouldn’t the nearby flames be crackling, or something? He lifted his head slightly, wincing at the sudden onslaught of pain and a nerve grinding high pitched sound much like a dead television sound. He lowered his head again and blacked out again.
"Choutarou?!" Shishido asked hastily as he saw Ohtori shift around some more, but just as suddenly he had collapsed back to the ground. "Shit." He cursed, shifting some more things before kneeling back down beside Ohtori, his wings spreading out over him to protect him from any falling dust and debris as he quickly checked his body for breaks and cuts. He didn't find anything too bad, hopefully he could pull him out of the wreckage without hurting him further.
Moving around to the front of Ohtori he once again looked down at his boyfriend's face and cringed. Shishido didn't think ears were supposed to bleed like that, and weren't you supposed to stay awake when you've hurt your head? Cursing again, Shishido bend down and tried hauling Ohtori away from the wreckage. He at least got him further out in the open, even if they were still in the infirmary. Shishido cursed again when he realised he had no idea where to take them. Ohtori clearly needed more help than he could give him. "Choutarou, wake up... please." He said lightly slapping Ohtori's face, he couldn't carry the other by himself, and they couldn't stay here.
Someone was hitting him? He blinked again and waited for his eyes to focus on whoever it was. He blinked a few times, clenching his back teeth while he tried to get his head to cooperate. He could finally make out details a little. “Sh-shdo?” He looked past him a moment, his nearly unconscious expression sharpening into something a bit more surprised when he noticed the old man from the med bay was right over his boyfriend’s shoulder. That was enough to cause the dizziness to become overwhelming again.
The old man knew what to do, gathering a medical kit and working outside surrounded by the rubble. It wasn’t the first time the aged man had done this, and every time it had, he’d hoped it had been the last.
Shishido was relieved when Ohtori's eyes opened and seemed to focus on him enough to make him out. His name had been slurred and badly mangled but it was a good sign that the other knew who he was. He noticed Ohtori's eyes looking behind him and turned around and nearly had a heart attack, his wings fanning out. "God, don't do that!" He yelled but then quickly shut up and followed the other's orders to get Ohtori out into the open and then to help tend to him.
"Will he be okay? What's wrong with him? Why is he bleeding at his ears? Can you make him better?" Shishido asked in quick succession as he studied both the doctor and what he was doing. He hadn't actually spent that much time with the other before. Avoiding any appointments while encouraging others to go to theirs. His mutation was pretty stable as far as he was concerned and with his high healing rate he just found it a pain. Besides, the infirmary held bad memories for him and he didn't enjoy spending any amount of time there, not that that was going to be a problem now. Though he really wished that it was still standing right now.
He tried soothing Ohtori the best he could with words and actions while staying out of the doctor's way. His wings flapping and ruffling with each new bandage or instrument pulled out and used on his boyfriend.
The old man simply smiled and kept working. He wouldn’t know for sure about the patient’s ears until they set up a temporary med bay and he’d had time to work out the more temporary traumas. But he had his suspicions. He demanded the boy help get the fallen one into bed with as little jostling as possible and to keep him updated, he had a lot to do.
That smile was seriously freaking Shishido out, nobody should smile when they had blood on their gloves and was dealing with an unconscious patient. Shishido had to admit he was a bit thankful when the other turned to leave. Though he suddenly felt very alone, even with Ohtori's head cradled in his lap. He'd need help getting him into the school and up the stairs, but he was sure he could find someone. He pulled out his cell phone, thankful he had it on him, and called Atobe's number. The cranky ego could help him, he had been bringing the other supper lately anyway. He was owed a favour.
He waited nervously in the grass, wings covering Ohtori to block out the chill of the night, and own thoughts wandering to the worst. But it wasn't like the doctor would leave if things were really that bad. Shishido's wings ruffled further and he just tried to be thankful that he had found Ohtori when he did. Things would be okay, he'd make sure of it. He placed a light kiss on Ohtori's forehead and waited for help.
Atobe had received the call and snorted irritably as he pulled on his jacket and left his room, certain that Shishido’s warning would have to count as suiting collateral for this unpleasant job. Stepping out into the trashed school grounds, he tsked under his breath and walked to what was once the med bay, eyes already focusing in on white wings. As he approached, he looked at the body the other was holding. Blood, ew. Wrinkling his nose and sighing, he nodded to the two. “You owe me for this, Ryou.” He kneeled carefully to grab Ohtori’s legs at the knees while Shishido lifted the rest. “Now hurry, he’s damn heavy.”
"Fine whatever." Shishido growled, not caring what petty favour Atobe wanted, at least not right now when Ohtori was being carried between them. "And do you think you could be a bit less surly right now oh egotistical one?" Shishido asked as he made his way up the stairs backwards, his wing tips trying to trip him at every step. He paused, tucking his wings around him differently and shifting the dead weight a bit in his hold. How did he get stuck with the heavier end anyway?
”No.” He shot back warily, gritting his own teeth. Was this damn kid getting heavier or something? “And watch the feathers would you?” He nearly got smacked in the face at one point; that was unacceptable. “Where is his room?” It seemed like they’d been walking all night, and he wanted to get back to his room and call Tezuka and find out just what the hell had happened.
"You try going backwards up the stairs with wings attached to your back then." Shishido bit back getting more irritated by the moment. Damn, Ohtori needed to go on a diet or something, he never thought of the other as being heavy before. "And it's just a few rooms in from the top of the steps." Shishido said, thankful that Ohtori's room was near the stairs and not on the other side of the house like his own was. "And tell me we're almost at the top, I think my grip is slipping." He warned, his wings accidentally smacking Atobe again as they fanned out and hit the walls as he tried to stay balanced.
Jerking his head back and almost losing his half of the burden he glared icily. “I said watch the wings!” At least they were almost there. “Last step coming up.” He was going to kill the bird-brain for this one. He should have called someone more apt to manual labour.
"I am watching them! It's not my fault I'm watching them hit you." Shishido complained breathing in a sigh of relief as they evened out on the hall and Atobe could take some more weight. He led them steadily to Ohtori's room and nudged the door open. "On the bed and then you can bitch away about the indignity of it all." He snarked, moving towards the bed that was covered in both the white and orange comforter at the moment.
“He’s going to get blood all over those.” Atobe noted, moving quickly to brush the comforters off of the bed before lowering the body onto it. He’d taunt the winged boy later on about the married look of the room. For now he had more pressing problems, nothing as tasteless and bloodstained bedding, in his not-so-humble opinion. Wiping his hands off, relieved to see the bandages had stayed put and not gotten any blood on him, he smirked and leaned next to the unconscious boy. “So- talk. Who is this? What happened? And why the hell didn’t you call someone else?”
"I should get a damp cloth… maybe a change of clothes" Though changing them would probably be awkward at best. But he didn't want to get their nice blankets stained and Ohtori would probably be more comfortable in clean clothes. Shishido decided to at least attempt it and walked over to Ohtori's closet before stilling. "What's there to talk about?" Shishido asked digging for some sleep pants the other preferred.
"His name is Ohtori Choutaoru, clearly he got caught up in the attacks tonight and I called you because I didn't have anyone else to call." Shishido explained walking off to the washroom for a damp cloth. "And if you're staying you're going to help me."
His eyes lit up slightly. “Ohtori-kun, hn? He’s the one you kept getting ruffled over, ahn?” He looked over the kid and decided he wasn’t bad looking, at least when he wasn’t posing as a refugee of some war. And maybe getting some action would calm down the feathery boy. Sighing, he took the cloth and dabbed the boy a bit, watching him squirm slightly. “His ears are bleeding. I’m not cleaning that.”
Shishido was down by Ohtori's feet, carefully stripping his boyfriend of his pants the best he could and decided that the boxers could definitely stay on, especially with Atobe in the room. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about Atobe, I don't get ruffled." He stated vainly, as his wings were badly ruffled around him. Leaving the pyjama pants off for now, Shishido wiped down the few small cuts that the doctor hadn't attended to before looking up at Atobe. "Hey Keigo… Ear bleeding isn't a good thing… is it?" Not that he didn't already know the answer, but maybe Atobe would tell him that he was being ridiculous and it was just a wound like any other and would heal in time.
He couldn’t help but steal a quick glance down the body before sighing and removing the boy’s shirt with only a little jostling. Rolling his eyes and glancing at the ruffled boy again, he smirked. “Of course you don’t ruffle, Ryou~” He used his heavily flirtatious tone to tease his friend a little, an attempt at lightening the mood. “Who knows. I don’t care for blood. He’s still alive, so I’m assuming he’s ok.” He snorted indignantly and pulled up Ohtori’s eye lid to look at his eye. “Hn.”
Of course Shishido only ruffled further at the comment but refrained from both looking at Atobe and commenting. Instead he focused on wiping down Ohtori's now bared chest and arms. At the Hn though he forced his eyes to lock onto Atobe's steely blues. "What the hell does Hn mean?" He asked, eyes darting from Atobe's to Ohtori's. Was something wrong with them? He shuffled down the bed to look at what Atobe was. "It's not like Doc Banji would leave him if he wasn't going to be alright right?" He asked wings twitching worriedly behind him.
“He had brown eyes.” Atobe stated simply, closing the eye again and shrugging. He didn’t know, but wasn’t going to admit to being short on knowledge. Settling down and letting Shishido do all of the work, he studied the two with a smirk. Cute. “I don’t know. I avoid that man like the plague.” He creeped Atobe out too, and he preferred Nanako and her bedside manner any day.
"Yeah, he does." Shishido said relaxing a bit and going about his task. Satisfied that Ohtori's body was clean, and that any of the bleeding wounds were bandaged, he shooed Atobe out of the way and pulled the sheet and then the dual blankets up around Ohtori's chest. He went to get clean clothes to work on Ohtori's ears. "I've been avoiding him too. Nobody should smile that time." He looked over at Atobe wondering if he would leave now that the job was done. He fidgeted a bit. Half of him wanted Atobe to stay and keep him company, the other half wanted him to leave so he could cuddle with Ohtori in peace.
“I know.” He smiled and rubbed the bridge of his nose again. “I suppose I should thank you for the warning. You should have warned him.” He nodded to the prone form beneath the blankets. “I’ll be leaving now, I have personal matters to tend to.” Namely mulling over calling Tezuka.
"I did warn him." Shishido said glumly, wondering why Ohtori had headed over to those buildings despite the warnings. "Are you calling Tezuka?" he asked curiously. Tezuka did mention that they were talking again.
He froze in his steps before looking over his shoulder and smirking. “Possibly, should the mood strike me.” He was too proud to mention that he was in the middle of dialing the other’s number when Shishido had called in the first place, and was intent on completing that little mission.
"He misses you too Atobe." Shishido said boldly, before turning back to Ohtori and moving on to the bed beside him. A cloth gently dabbing at the slow bleeding. He hoped Ohtori woke up soon.
“Of course.” There was nothing egotistical about his tone, or much of any emotion really. He continued toward the door, glancing back at the other a final time. “He’ll probably feel like hell when he wakes up, try not to scream at him too much.” He smirked and flipped his hair before hurrying down the hallway to find out just what exactly had happened to the school, and then start looking into contractors to repair it. He refused to attend a demilitarized zone.
"Like I'm gonna yell at him!" Shishido snapped back to a closed doorway. With a huff he settled down beside Ohtori and draped a wing across from him. He'd be alright, Ohtori was strong and he'd prove it by recovering in no time.
Dated: Late last night
Summary: Shishido finds Ohtori after the attacks. Some angst, and a mildly god-mod Banji (I hope that’s alright.) Atobe appearance.
Ohtori had left over an hour ago, saying that he'd be right back and making Shishido promise over and over again that he would not step a foot outside the dorms. But that had been an hour ago, and now Shishido was beyond worried. Being right back was fifteen minutes, not a whole hour.
Debating at the edge of the stairs of the dorms, Shishido swore at his indecisiveness and bolted down the stairs and towards the areas where all the commotion was coming from earlier. It pissed him off that he couldn't help out and protect his school, but his powers weren't very offensive, and he wasn't about to break another promise. But now that the noises had quieted, and Ohtori wasn't back… things were different.
He flew swiftly over to the wreckage of what was once the rec room. But something was nagging at him, so instead of landing there to investigate he flew towards the infirmary and landed. The building was more than destroyed but there was enough structure remaining that he could walk into some of the support beams and what were once rooms. "Choutarou?!" He called out, keeping a sharp eye for any intruders around him.
Thankful for his improved vision like he had never been before, Shishido scanned the wreckage, the nagging sensation encouraging him further into the unstable wreckage. "Chouarou?!" He called again, walking around a fallen support beam and catching site of dusty silver strands. "Choutarou!" Shishido yelled, immediately on his knees beside his boyfriend.
There was debris on Ohtori, and there was blood oozing out of his ears, and scratches and cuts were oozing all over his body, well, the parts Shishido could see. "Hold on Choutarou, I'm here. I'm gonna get you out." At least he knew Ohtori was still alive, at least if that groan of pain was any sign. Petting Ohtori's head gently, he started to work moving off debris. Vehemently wishing that he was stronger or had some mutation that would help him in this. "Hang On Choutarou!" He encouraged, shifting off some more crap that had fallen on the other's legs. God he hoped nothing was broken.
He’d intended to only go and strike down An with a stunning bolt to prevent any more damage or risk any more lives unnecessarily. He had not expected to fall victim to her wrath. At some point he had heard a deafening roar of thunder around him, then his ears had tried to adjust the sudden change in atmosphere, but refused to pop and end the slight headache. When they did, he felt something wet run down his jawline and everything sounded like he was in a tunnel. Then everything went dark.
A quiet groan escaped the teenager as he felt a hand in his hair. He’d been lucky that when the winds picked up and he’d been thrown the beams came down over his legs and not on them. He made another sound as some of the weight on his back quit pinning him down so he could breathe a little more comfortably. He knew someone was there, but he didn’t want to wake up completely yet, there was a feeling that something was definitely wrong. Shouldn’t the nearby flames be crackling, or something? He lifted his head slightly, wincing at the sudden onslaught of pain and a nerve grinding high pitched sound much like a dead television sound. He lowered his head again and blacked out again.
"Choutarou?!" Shishido asked hastily as he saw Ohtori shift around some more, but just as suddenly he had collapsed back to the ground. "Shit." He cursed, shifting some more things before kneeling back down beside Ohtori, his wings spreading out over him to protect him from any falling dust and debris as he quickly checked his body for breaks and cuts. He didn't find anything too bad, hopefully he could pull him out of the wreckage without hurting him further.
Moving around to the front of Ohtori he once again looked down at his boyfriend's face and cringed. Shishido didn't think ears were supposed to bleed like that, and weren't you supposed to stay awake when you've hurt your head? Cursing again, Shishido bend down and tried hauling Ohtori away from the wreckage. He at least got him further out in the open, even if they were still in the infirmary. Shishido cursed again when he realised he had no idea where to take them. Ohtori clearly needed more help than he could give him. "Choutarou, wake up... please." He said lightly slapping Ohtori's face, he couldn't carry the other by himself, and they couldn't stay here.
Someone was hitting him? He blinked again and waited for his eyes to focus on whoever it was. He blinked a few times, clenching his back teeth while he tried to get his head to cooperate. He could finally make out details a little. “Sh-shdo?” He looked past him a moment, his nearly unconscious expression sharpening into something a bit more surprised when he noticed the old man from the med bay was right over his boyfriend’s shoulder. That was enough to cause the dizziness to become overwhelming again.
The old man knew what to do, gathering a medical kit and working outside surrounded by the rubble. It wasn’t the first time the aged man had done this, and every time it had, he’d hoped it had been the last.
Shishido was relieved when Ohtori's eyes opened and seemed to focus on him enough to make him out. His name had been slurred and badly mangled but it was a good sign that the other knew who he was. He noticed Ohtori's eyes looking behind him and turned around and nearly had a heart attack, his wings fanning out. "God, don't do that!" He yelled but then quickly shut up and followed the other's orders to get Ohtori out into the open and then to help tend to him.
"Will he be okay? What's wrong with him? Why is he bleeding at his ears? Can you make him better?" Shishido asked in quick succession as he studied both the doctor and what he was doing. He hadn't actually spent that much time with the other before. Avoiding any appointments while encouraging others to go to theirs. His mutation was pretty stable as far as he was concerned and with his high healing rate he just found it a pain. Besides, the infirmary held bad memories for him and he didn't enjoy spending any amount of time there, not that that was going to be a problem now. Though he really wished that it was still standing right now.
He tried soothing Ohtori the best he could with words and actions while staying out of the doctor's way. His wings flapping and ruffling with each new bandage or instrument pulled out and used on his boyfriend.
The old man simply smiled and kept working. He wouldn’t know for sure about the patient’s ears until they set up a temporary med bay and he’d had time to work out the more temporary traumas. But he had his suspicions. He demanded the boy help get the fallen one into bed with as little jostling as possible and to keep him updated, he had a lot to do.
That smile was seriously freaking Shishido out, nobody should smile when they had blood on their gloves and was dealing with an unconscious patient. Shishido had to admit he was a bit thankful when the other turned to leave. Though he suddenly felt very alone, even with Ohtori's head cradled in his lap. He'd need help getting him into the school and up the stairs, but he was sure he could find someone. He pulled out his cell phone, thankful he had it on him, and called Atobe's number. The cranky ego could help him, he had been bringing the other supper lately anyway. He was owed a favour.
He waited nervously in the grass, wings covering Ohtori to block out the chill of the night, and own thoughts wandering to the worst. But it wasn't like the doctor would leave if things were really that bad. Shishido's wings ruffled further and he just tried to be thankful that he had found Ohtori when he did. Things would be okay, he'd make sure of it. He placed a light kiss on Ohtori's forehead and waited for help.
Atobe had received the call and snorted irritably as he pulled on his jacket and left his room, certain that Shishido’s warning would have to count as suiting collateral for this unpleasant job. Stepping out into the trashed school grounds, he tsked under his breath and walked to what was once the med bay, eyes already focusing in on white wings. As he approached, he looked at the body the other was holding. Blood, ew. Wrinkling his nose and sighing, he nodded to the two. “You owe me for this, Ryou.” He kneeled carefully to grab Ohtori’s legs at the knees while Shishido lifted the rest. “Now hurry, he’s damn heavy.”
"Fine whatever." Shishido growled, not caring what petty favour Atobe wanted, at least not right now when Ohtori was being carried between them. "And do you think you could be a bit less surly right now oh egotistical one?" Shishido asked as he made his way up the stairs backwards, his wing tips trying to trip him at every step. He paused, tucking his wings around him differently and shifting the dead weight a bit in his hold. How did he get stuck with the heavier end anyway?
”No.” He shot back warily, gritting his own teeth. Was this damn kid getting heavier or something? “And watch the feathers would you?” He nearly got smacked in the face at one point; that was unacceptable. “Where is his room?” It seemed like they’d been walking all night, and he wanted to get back to his room and call Tezuka and find out just what the hell had happened.
"You try going backwards up the stairs with wings attached to your back then." Shishido bit back getting more irritated by the moment. Damn, Ohtori needed to go on a diet or something, he never thought of the other as being heavy before. "And it's just a few rooms in from the top of the steps." Shishido said, thankful that Ohtori's room was near the stairs and not on the other side of the house like his own was. "And tell me we're almost at the top, I think my grip is slipping." He warned, his wings accidentally smacking Atobe again as they fanned out and hit the walls as he tried to stay balanced.
Jerking his head back and almost losing his half of the burden he glared icily. “I said watch the wings!” At least they were almost there. “Last step coming up.” He was going to kill the bird-brain for this one. He should have called someone more apt to manual labour.
"I am watching them! It's not my fault I'm watching them hit you." Shishido complained breathing in a sigh of relief as they evened out on the hall and Atobe could take some more weight. He led them steadily to Ohtori's room and nudged the door open. "On the bed and then you can bitch away about the indignity of it all." He snarked, moving towards the bed that was covered in both the white and orange comforter at the moment.
“He’s going to get blood all over those.” Atobe noted, moving quickly to brush the comforters off of the bed before lowering the body onto it. He’d taunt the winged boy later on about the married look of the room. For now he had more pressing problems, nothing as tasteless and bloodstained bedding, in his not-so-humble opinion. Wiping his hands off, relieved to see the bandages had stayed put and not gotten any blood on him, he smirked and leaned next to the unconscious boy. “So- talk. Who is this? What happened? And why the hell didn’t you call someone else?”
"I should get a damp cloth… maybe a change of clothes" Though changing them would probably be awkward at best. But he didn't want to get their nice blankets stained and Ohtori would probably be more comfortable in clean clothes. Shishido decided to at least attempt it and walked over to Ohtori's closet before stilling. "What's there to talk about?" Shishido asked digging for some sleep pants the other preferred.
"His name is Ohtori Choutaoru, clearly he got caught up in the attacks tonight and I called you because I didn't have anyone else to call." Shishido explained walking off to the washroom for a damp cloth. "And if you're staying you're going to help me."
His eyes lit up slightly. “Ohtori-kun, hn? He’s the one you kept getting ruffled over, ahn?” He looked over the kid and decided he wasn’t bad looking, at least when he wasn’t posing as a refugee of some war. And maybe getting some action would calm down the feathery boy. Sighing, he took the cloth and dabbed the boy a bit, watching him squirm slightly. “His ears are bleeding. I’m not cleaning that.”
Shishido was down by Ohtori's feet, carefully stripping his boyfriend of his pants the best he could and decided that the boxers could definitely stay on, especially with Atobe in the room. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about Atobe, I don't get ruffled." He stated vainly, as his wings were badly ruffled around him. Leaving the pyjama pants off for now, Shishido wiped down the few small cuts that the doctor hadn't attended to before looking up at Atobe. "Hey Keigo… Ear bleeding isn't a good thing… is it?" Not that he didn't already know the answer, but maybe Atobe would tell him that he was being ridiculous and it was just a wound like any other and would heal in time.
He couldn’t help but steal a quick glance down the body before sighing and removing the boy’s shirt with only a little jostling. Rolling his eyes and glancing at the ruffled boy again, he smirked. “Of course you don’t ruffle, Ryou~” He used his heavily flirtatious tone to tease his friend a little, an attempt at lightening the mood. “Who knows. I don’t care for blood. He’s still alive, so I’m assuming he’s ok.” He snorted indignantly and pulled up Ohtori’s eye lid to look at his eye. “Hn.”
Of course Shishido only ruffled further at the comment but refrained from both looking at Atobe and commenting. Instead he focused on wiping down Ohtori's now bared chest and arms. At the Hn though he forced his eyes to lock onto Atobe's steely blues. "What the hell does Hn mean?" He asked, eyes darting from Atobe's to Ohtori's. Was something wrong with them? He shuffled down the bed to look at what Atobe was. "It's not like Doc Banji would leave him if he wasn't going to be alright right?" He asked wings twitching worriedly behind him.
“He had brown eyes.” Atobe stated simply, closing the eye again and shrugging. He didn’t know, but wasn’t going to admit to being short on knowledge. Settling down and letting Shishido do all of the work, he studied the two with a smirk. Cute. “I don’t know. I avoid that man like the plague.” He creeped Atobe out too, and he preferred Nanako and her bedside manner any day.
"Yeah, he does." Shishido said relaxing a bit and going about his task. Satisfied that Ohtori's body was clean, and that any of the bleeding wounds were bandaged, he shooed Atobe out of the way and pulled the sheet and then the dual blankets up around Ohtori's chest. He went to get clean clothes to work on Ohtori's ears. "I've been avoiding him too. Nobody should smile that time." He looked over at Atobe wondering if he would leave now that the job was done. He fidgeted a bit. Half of him wanted Atobe to stay and keep him company, the other half wanted him to leave so he could cuddle with Ohtori in peace.
“I know.” He smiled and rubbed the bridge of his nose again. “I suppose I should thank you for the warning. You should have warned him.” He nodded to the prone form beneath the blankets. “I’ll be leaving now, I have personal matters to tend to.” Namely mulling over calling Tezuka.
"I did warn him." Shishido said glumly, wondering why Ohtori had headed over to those buildings despite the warnings. "Are you calling Tezuka?" he asked curiously. Tezuka did mention that they were talking again.
He froze in his steps before looking over his shoulder and smirking. “Possibly, should the mood strike me.” He was too proud to mention that he was in the middle of dialing the other’s number when Shishido had called in the first place, and was intent on completing that little mission.
"He misses you too Atobe." Shishido said boldly, before turning back to Ohtori and moving on to the bed beside him. A cloth gently dabbing at the slow bleeding. He hoped Ohtori woke up soon.
“Of course.” There was nothing egotistical about his tone, or much of any emotion really. He continued toward the door, glancing back at the other a final time. “He’ll probably feel like hell when he wakes up, try not to scream at him too much.” He smirked and flipped his hair before hurrying down the hallway to find out just what exactly had happened to the school, and then start looking into contractors to repair it. He refused to attend a demilitarized zone.
"Like I'm gonna yell at him!" Shishido snapped back to a closed doorway. With a huff he settled down beside Ohtori and draped a wing across from him. He'd be alright, Ohtori was strong and he'd prove it by recovering in no time.
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