Don’t Let the Tick of the Clock Pursue Me
By Akiko-Chan

Info-I was looking over my story and I decided to give more of a setting. The story starts out in late October. This chapter is early November. This is starting to get hard to write and I’m thinking ‘Akiko, what have you gotten yourself into?’ I started writing this chapter 6/11/02.

Disclaimer- I don’t own Nurse Betty, the people who made that movie do.

Scottish people-Don’t be offended by ‘Me Frank’. He’s like fat bastard’s (Austin Powers Movie) son (like a fan made one). It’s meant to be funny not offensive. I don’t own Frank. Sakura Valentine does.

Chapter 3

Dinner tonight is void of table talk. Besides Aya saying ‘It seems you decided to grace us with your presence.’ Omi stops eating and looks at him for a second. I leave the room at this point. Omi looks away from him and follows me with his eyes. Ken is litterally following me.

We reach the television room. Ken grabs the remote and announces that he has just remembered that the soccer game is still on. I sit down on the couch, sigh, and roll my eyes.

‘Oh Great!” I say sarcastically to him.

I watched Ken flip through the channels looking for the game. He stops on channel 23. According to the guide ‘Me Frank’. Ken says ‘no, this is the soccer game, this must be a commercial.’ The strange man on TV shown from chest up begins to speak in some sort of Western European accent.

“Me name is Frank.” In between is some weird music.

“Where’s me kilt?”

The audience on TV and ken yell “it’s under there!”

The man looks around. “Under where?”

He looks down and the camera follows. I cover my eyes and groan in agony when they revealed that he is not wearing underwear.

“Oh God.” I yell in disgust.

Aya walks in the room to see what’s going on. At this moment the man says

“Where’s me underpants?”

He looks at the TV and yells.

“What in god’s name are you watching!?”

Omi runs into the room. Aya covers his eyes.

“You can’t watch this. Hell...no one should watch this.”

Aya runs at ken and tries to get the remote. He is tackling ken for it. Omi looks at the screen wide-eyed.

“This is disgusting. Why are you watching this Yohji?”

“I’m not! Ken is.”

Aya reads the summary aloud.

“A pornographic show about a clumsy Scottish man. This episode Frank loses his clothes. Can you help Frank find his clothes?”

Aya swings around and hits ken in the face with the remote. Ken’s nose starts bleeding.

“Omi turn the TV off!” He yells.

“I can’t get close to the TV; I’ll throw up!”

Aya throws the remote at Omi’s face. He catches it before it hits him. He turns the TV off. He falls to his knees and begins to laugh. I look at him.

“What the hell is so funny?” I yell at him.

Aya looks up. “Yeah, what is so funny?”

Omi looks up. “What’s funny is everyone is freaking out over a dumb show.”

Ken yells at the top of his lungs.

“It’s not a show! It’s just a commercial! Now give me the remote!”

“No!” I yell at him.

Ken dive-bombs Omi for the remote. Omi tries to get up, but Ken has pushed him over on his back. Omi tries to hold the remote out of Ken’s reach while trying to shield his face from the blood dripping out of Ken’s nose. Omi throws the remote to me.

“Yotan!” He says as the remote smacks into my face.

I stand up and turn towards them, with the remote in my hand.

“Ken, Omi...follow me.”

I walk to the door and open it. The two are standing beside me. I threw the remote out the door into the street. Ken and Omi run for the remote. I grab Omi and hold him back. Ken stops at the curb as a semi-truck comes flying by and runs over the remote. Omi pulls out of my grip and goes back in the house.

“Thanks a lot.” He whines.

Then I hear him yell. “Aya, we need a new remote.”

“We don’t need a new remote; we’re only going to have four channels anyways.”

“What?” I say as I slam the door and walk into the house.

“I’m canceling the cable; all of you have abused your television privileges.” Aya says as he goes back to the kitchen to eat. Omi and I sit on the couch.

“Ken is stupid; so are you.”

“Shut up Omi.” I say to him as I light up a cigarette.

“No... Ken should of known what channel the soccer game was on. And if you wouldn’t of yelled then Aya would of never came in.”

“I told you to shut-up.”

The rain pours down harder and we hear a loud boom that shakes the house. Aya walks back in the room.

“Is ken still outside?”

I exhale a cloud of smoke.

“Yes.” Omi answers.

“Well, someone make him come inside.”

Omi turns towards me.

“Yohji should, because Ken is outside because he threw the remote.”

“If Ken is mart, he’ll come in.” I say.

Another loud clap of thunder. The door opens and Ken is back inside. I put my cigarette out in the ashtray. Then I pull Omi close to me.

“Are you scared Bishounen?”

The lights flicker and he looks up at me. “You smell like an ashtray.”

I poke him in the cheek. “Don’t change the subject.”

I look up and Aya is gathering candles. The lights go out and I hear him curse and fumbles to light the candles.

******

Omi’s POV

I pull away from Yohji and go over to Aya. Ken is by my side. He takes a candle and says.

“I’m going to my room to get changed.”

I take the candles and place them around the room.

******

I sit on my bed, leaning my back on the wall, knees pulled up to my chin. I sit here surrounded by blankets. I’ve sat here all night like this. True, I could have gone on the computer instead of just sitting here. But I didn’t because I wanted to sleep. The computer would have kept me awake; I didn’t think this would too.

The power is back on. My clock is blinking 12:15. It can’t be too early other people are up. I hear the sounds of someone in the kitchen cooking. The shower is on; I wonder who is in there. I need to use bathroom. I get up letting the blankets fall off of me. I reach my destination across the hall. I knock.

“What?”

Hmm...It’s Aya.

“I have to use the bathroom, can I come in?”

“Sure.” Aya replies.

Sure is a word for overly happy people, why is Aya using it. ‘This is a place for crazy people’ Good God why is a quote from 12 Monkeys running through my head.

I close my eyes and say under my breath. “Get out of my head Bruce Willis.”

I turn the knob and walk in. I cough as I shut the door. Aya forgot to turn on the fan. I turn it on. If it were anyone else I would’ve corrected him. But not Aya it would be pointless. He can’t admit when he is wrong. I quickly finish with my business and head downstairs.

Ken is cooking eggs. He smiles at me.

“Good morning Omi.”

I look at the toaster and then to the stove. I sit down at the table and rest my head on my arms. Ken looks back at me.

“You want something to eat?”

“Sure.” I reply using the strange word Aya used earlier. Ken gives Omi a strange look and goes back to cooking.

“Just don’t act like you did the last time I made you food.”

“Sorry.”

“So you finally apologize.”

I just stare at him saying nothing. A slight frown on my face.

“I think I understand how you feel.” Ken says as he sits a plate in front of me and sits down.

Aya walks into the room, stands by the stove and picks up the skillet.

“Is this still warm?”

“Sure.” Ken replies.

“Eggs?”

“In the fridge.”

Ken grins. “You’re acting strange today Aya.”

“How so?”

“You’re not a morning person today.”

I laugh a little at what Ken said.

“Have you noticed the coffee maker?” Aya says snidely as he sets the carton of eggs on the counter.

“What?” Ken says confused by the question and what Aya was getting at.

“Of course you wouldn’t of seen the coffee maker. Because there is no coffee maker. It has joined the remote.”

Aya cracks some eggs and puts them in the skillet. I begin to laugh again.

“I sent Yohji out to get some coffee from the corner store. I have the strangest suspicion he has not left his bed yet.”

He glares at me and I stop laughing. Slowly going back to eating.

“And since you’re so awake Ken you can take Omi to his dental appointment at 9:30.”

Aya went to put toast in the toaster.

“Where’s the flipper?” He asks as he pushes the lever down on the toaster.

“Yohji threw that outside last night and...” Ken says but is interrupted by Aya.

“No, the thing you flip eggs with!”

“The spatula?” * I ask. “Possibly in the sink but with Ken using it last you can’t really know.”

“I don’t think that’s what it is called.” Ken says.

Aya picks the spatula up from the sink and shook the water off of it. Aya yawns and flips his eggs over.

“Omi-kun?”

I stop eating and look up at him.

“What?”

“Go wake Yohji up.”

“Why do I have to?”

“Because he’s most likely not going to attack you.”

I finish up my good, and drop my fork and push my chair back.

“Someone can take care of my plate then.”

******

I stand outside his room and knock on the door. No answer, so I just walk in. He’s lying on his stomach like always. I sit down on the bed next to him and gently shake his shoulder.

“Yohji-kun...wake up.”

His other hand comes out of no where and hits mine. He groans and mumbles something as I pull my hand away in shock.

“Yohji...” I say in annoyance.

I get up and turn the light on. He rolls over and covers his eyes with his hand.

“What do you want?”

I stand against the wall looking at him.

“Aya-kun wants you to get up and go to the store and get some coffee.”

“Go tell Aya to get it himself and to go f...”

“Yohji-kun!” I yell. “Don’t even finish that sentence. I won’t tell him that. You can wait until I’m in the hospital and then tell him that yourself.” I stop for a second and walk over to his bed. “I have no desire to see his face turn the color of his hair.”

******

Narrative

Yohji pulls Omi down on top of him.

“Yohji-kun!?”

“Sleep.”

Omi’s head rests on Yohji’s chest, hearing his heart beat and feeling the rise and fall of his chest. Sleep. Omi was very tired and Yohji’s offer was appealing. They both started to drift off into sleep.

Omi wakes up and begins coughing; he lifted himself up slightly. The coughing becoming worse and he struggles to stop himself. It stops after a few minutes and Omi takes a deep breath. But there is no exhale because Omi begins to throw up on Yohji’s chest. Emerald eyes open and the blond sits up causing Omi to fall on the ground. He just continues to throw up. Yohji looked at his chest and sheets in revulsion.

Then Yohji looked to Omi still throwing up on the floor. Yohji yells for Aya and ken. He takes the sheets off of him, takes them off his bed and wipes the sticky and somewhat chunky yellow goop on his chest on it. Thinking to himself. They’ll need to be washed anyways. Aya and Ken arrive in the room.

“Go get a bucket.” Aya tells Ken and then he walks over to Omi. He looks at Yohji and asks.

“What happened?”

Yohji stand there and ignores Aya’s question.

Ken returns and hands the bucket to Aya. Aya sets it to the side of Omi. Omi moves and positions himself so he can throw up in the bucket. He isn’t throwing up at the moment, just breathing heavy. The rest of Weiß kneel in front of him. Aya moves Omi’s hair out of his face. Ken asks kindly.

“Are you alright?”

Omi shook his head ‘no’ slightly and then looks down and begins to throw up again.

When Omi looks up there are tears in his eyes.

“Are you done?” Yohji asks.

“Yes.” Omi says as he sits up on his knees.

They look down into the buck concerned by the crimson liquid inside. Ken stands up and helps Omi stand up slowly. Ken and Omi go to the bathroom. Yohji turns to Aya.

“That’s blood in there, isn’t it?” Aya nodded and then stood up and started to walk out stopping before the door.

“You know where the cleaning supplies are. Get this cleaned up.”

“Aya?”

He turns back and I run my hands through my hair.

“What?”

He says becoming annoyed.

“It’s on your socks.” He looks down, then lifts a leg up to take a sock off. Then with the other. He holds them in his hands, turns slowly leaving the room. Looking at the bathroom as he passes then making his way to the laundry room. Then like always Yohji finds a cigarette out of no where and lights it up.

******

Omi’s POV

We exit the vehicle and head towards the building. A very tall building next to the ocean. I hear the waves crashing and the wind is strong here. A big gust and I fall back into Yohji who holds me securely by the shoulders. My hand reaching back for his arm. Ken and Aya getting farther ahead of us. I try futilely to bury head in his chest without turning around.

“I can’t...I can’t do this.”

Tears running down my cheeks.

“Don’t make me do this.”

His arms wrap around my chest over my arms. I feel his breath on my ear and his hair touching my neck.

“Don’t do this to me.” I hear him say and I feel him breathing.

“I can’t take this.” He whispers. “We have not choice.”

And he nudges me; I take half a step forward.

******

We were introduced to an old woman by the name of Mary. In more proper terms Nurse Mary. They took us to an orientation room. A room with light blue wall, dull gray carpet and comfy dark blue chairs around an oak table. Weiß set don and across from us were two nurses and one doctor.

We shook hands and introduced ourselves before sitting down. The doctor is Dr. Honda and the nurses are Mary and Betty. Dr. Honda was the man who treated me when I broke my arm. * Betty was a much younger nurse with pale skin and the brightest blonde hair I’d ever seen.

The doctor sat up and clasped his hands together in a prayer like manner. In an extremely thick Chinese accent he began.

“Welcome to Kitten Sea line Hospital. * Here at Kitten we want patients to be comfortable and safe...” A pager went off and Doctor Honda stood up.

“I go, Nurse Mary take care. Good Day.” He began to walk out but turned around.

“Oh room 202.”

Mary stood up. She pulled something out of her pocket. She looked at it and the said.

“Omi let me see your arm.”

He held it out. She pulled up his sleeve and put an identification bracelet on him.

“This is very important. You must wear this at all times. If you lose it then report it to a nurse immediately.”

She turned to the rest of Weiß and pulls out a pamphlet.

“This contains most of the information you will need such as visiting hours and basic Leukemia information.” She held it out and Aya grabbed it. She turned back to Nurse Betty and clapped. Then she said.

“That competes the orientation, We’ll show you to your room.”

******

2nd Floor - Room 202.

Nurse Mary pointed to the dresser. You can put his stuff there. She pointed to the bed on the left.

“That’ll be Omi’s bed. Your roommate is elsewhere at the moment.”

“No I’m not.” responded a light female voice from the next room.

“Meiling?”

“No, it’s Tom Cruise.” Responded a mock husky voice.

“Meiling, stop it.” Nurse Mary said sternly.

Meiling sighed. “Fine.”

“Why don’t you come out here and meet your new roommate?” Nurse Betty said kindly.

Out walked a girl clad in white cotton pajama pants and shirt. She had on white fluffy slippers. She is short and has black hair down to the middle of her back. But she was pale, very pale. She looked at the men in the room. She blushed, her pale skin actually showing life.

“You didn’t say it would be a boy.”

******

The First Night

Meiling and I split up the space in the dresser. We both agreed that there should be two dressers. I tell you this one is weirder then Ouka. I miss her. There I go, going of about other things. Today was a long day. I’ll never forget what it feels like to have an IV inserted. I feel fine now, but the girl says it will hit me like a brick in the morning. I turn to her.

“Nurse Mary isn’t here at night.” She says still looking at the ceiling. “You push the red button on the brown panel to the right of your bed to ring the nurses.”

She stops and takes a deep breath. “Nurse Betty is a fucking loon.”

I laugh at this.

“She’s not really a nurse...” Meiling stops as someone walks by the door and stops. She sighs again.

“Fujimori Meiling.”

“Huh?”

“That’s my name, I don’t remember ever being formally introduced to you.”

I smile slightly. “Tsukiyono Omi.”

She laughs.

“What?” I say confused.

“Tsuk-i-yo-no” She giggles more.

“What?!” I saying losing my patience.

“You have the most beautiful name in all of Japan.”

I blush at this comment.

“Go to bed.” I say looking away from her. What am I doing making friend with someone that will only die in a short time. Maybe...who the hell am I to talk.

“Good night Mei.”

“Don’t call me Mei; only my father calls me that.”

“Fine.”

“Goodnight Omi.”

******

The morning was as Meiling had predicted. But it felt as through the bricks were being thrown at my whole body. I didn’t want to move or open my eyes. It sounds as through someone was moving a gigantic Dumpster back and forth outside our window. I slowly open my eyes and look out the window. It’s lightning but there isn’t rain yet. The thunder booms again. Does it have to rain everyday in Tokyo?

******

Later in Weiß house.

“You know what? Without Omi, we don’t have someone to push all the work on.” Ken says and laughs.

Yohji laughs a little.

“That’s not nice.” Aya says.

“Yeah, it isn’t. You’re an asshole Ken.” Yohji replies.


End Chapter 3

*-I think that’s what it is called. Cooking class was hard. I’m Culinary impaired.

*- Read Aya Dearest and all that is explained. When Sakura gets the rest of the story up. *Sweat drop*

*-Sakura made the name up.

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