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Act 304 Scenes 1-11
After Acts
Act 304 Scenes 1-11
Author: seizansha
Word Count: 1610
Disclaimer: it's CLAMP's universe, I'm only playing in it.
Rating: PG-13 for a lot of 'Damnit's.
Scene1
"Kimihiro-kun! Thanks the gods we found you!"
He blindly handed the balloons over, watching Kishi and Hiruko running towards them. "What's going on?"
"There was an earthquake-- "
"Oh god, the girls!" he cut in, running to the exit.
Scene 2
He barged straight to the emergency desk, "Where are they? They're alright, aren't they? Please tell me they're okay. Where are they?"
The nurses jumped, the head nurse stepping forward, "I'm sorry kiddo, there are patients coming in from all over the city. At times like this we only give patient information to parents an-"
He cut her off by hauling her halfway across the desk. "I am the only relation my girls have. They are in my custody. My Responsibility. I've been raising them for the last two-"
"Daddy?!" a scared and relieved voice yelled from his right. He barely had time to let the nurse go.
He'd never been so happy to get tackled in his life. He buried his face between two buns, holding tight until, "Ouch."
He jumped, pulling back. "I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. Are you okay?"
She smiled as he stroked her cheek, "Just a bunch of bruises and scrapes."
"Where's your sister?" he asked as they got up.
Taking his hand, she started back down the hall, "Moro fell hard into her desk Daddy," Maru started explaining when she stopped them at the door.
The nurse was helping her get a sling over her hot pink cast. "Daddy!" she cheered as she turned to him, revealing a nice black eye too.
"Oh Dearheart, are you okay?" he asked as the nurse moved away. She nodded a few times before being instantly hugged by both, "I'm so glad you're both alright."
He sat down beside Moro, Maru sitting beside him, holding each close as the nurse returned with the doctor. Half-listening to doctor instructions he'd never be able to forget, he realized he was listening more to the news running on the TV and the PA. For 'temple'. Getting down to sign the release forms, he caught glimpses of the news coverage as Kishi and Hiruko got the girls ready.
It would have been a nice restaurant, if it wasn't collapsing through the middle.
From the bottom of his gut, he knew.
And it scared the crap out of him.
"We gotta hurry!"
Scene 3
It hurt.
It hurt to move, to breathe. It even hurt to think.
But he had to.
He remembered diving under the table. He couldn't hear anyone else, he prayed they were safe.
The constant pressure against him told him plenty. There was a coppery scent in the dusty air; he could fell it down his right leg, across his lip and forehead. Feeling it dry was an added relief. His arms were still curved beneath him. Unfortunately that's where they were staying; he had no room to move them and it seemed like his leg wasn't cut, it was skewered.
Ironic. Watanuki was going to make yakitori tonight.
Scene 4
He was that close to just saying 'Screw it' and proofing them all to that restaurant with dozens of witnesses.
You'd think with all the people coming to the hospital there'd be some way of leaving. The girls worked some luck and found a cab driver that was a customer. He wasn't worried about their apartment - Mokona never let it get bad and Mugetsu would find them easily.
He was actually glad that he didn't have an address; he had to focus on whatever it was that was telling him Dômeki's this way and he's hurt.
Their girls were almost to tears.
If he had a chance he would be.
Scene 5
If only he hadn't cut the connection...
The dust finally settled. He couldn't see a lot - his right eye was swelling shut - but what light that was peeking through was bright and warm.
Sunlight.
Hopefully it wasn't glass stuck through his leg. That would be pathetic.
He knew he'd get one of those rare rants after this was over. He missed how pointless they used to be. The girls, Mokona, and even Yûko missed them.
He started praying for their safety.
Scene 6
If he'd been calm enough to think before almost attacking the nurse, he wouldn't be getting out of the cab three blocks away on the wrong side of the police barricade.
"Kimihiro!" he turned to find Hiruko in the nearest alley, waving them closer.
Ushering the girls over, he had to ask, "What's going on? Have they gotten anyone out yet?"
Hiruko shook his head, "Not yet, every spirit around is helping. They're coming in from all over; the Steward's partner needs help. Everyone's doing what they can; disguised or not. He is being dug out."
He grunted as the girls hugged him, "Papa promised he wouldn't leave again," they chorused.
"You know he's holding on," that annoying voice actually sounded encouraging in his ear. Silky fur, a soft pat, and two tiny kisses on the end of his nose just added to the comfort and support he was getting.
Watching as their faery landed on each head, he turned to them both, "Come on girls, it's time we rescued Papa."
Scene 7
The creaking was starting to worry him.
He could tell it was behind his head, but he wasn't sure if it was above too.
All he knew was he heard it with every painful inhale.
It wasn't getting harder to breathe, it was just hurting more. Probably because he was slowly being squashed. He knew he wasn't claustrophobic, but even this was too much. Keeping his good eye shut was helping beat the claustrophobia.
But it wasn't keeping the other fears away.
The last few months were flashing through his mind.
How it felt the first night at the apartment, Moro and Maru cuddling against him, sleeping between them...
The ghost-story ceremony...
The lady in the park...
That right hook behind the teahouse...
That damn spider...
That first Valentine's... never did return the favor...
How nervous he was the first time at their door...
The look on all four faces at their birthday presents...
That single drop of water...
Helping get Kiyoshi...
But the one image burning in his mind was the whole reason they were so touchy, so skittery lately.
That raven hair damp and slicked to his right. Those bottomless blues staring in wonder, amazed at the closeness, the comfort. That beautiful face moving right along with his hands. Those delectable, soft lips pressing against his, sucking them in.
Tiny brushes and tugs snapped him back to reality. Green and yellow glows were illuminating the little cave around his face as he slowly remembered their faeries. The yellow one backed up enough for him to see her clearly before sitting down. "So you two can get in and out of here, huh?"
She nodded.
"The girls are scared."
She nodded.
He huffed. "And he's hiding that he's absolutely terrified."
She hung her head and nodded.
Scene 8
The green faery came flying straight to her. She held him up to her ear, between them.
"Well?" Daddy asked as he knelt in front of them.
Moro spoke right along with her, "He says Papa's still alive, but he's squished under a table. The air's good and there's sunlight by his head," the next sentence made them turn to her faery, "Something's stuck through his leg."
Daddy's face went white. He suddenly stood, turning to the restaurant. "DOUMEKI SHIZUKA-"
Scene 9
"-DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!!!"
He tired to chuckle at the yell. "All the times you..." the shards in the pool of his blood flashed behind his eyes, "... and now..."
He swallowed the lump, but they still burned down his face. Still, he couldn't help smiling as he bit his lip, taking a deep breath to try to hold back the sob.
It hurt more holding it back then holding it in.
Scene 10
He couldn't wait any longer. "Girls, stay here with Kishi." They nodded, backing away. Trying to calm down, he closed his eyes and concentrated on his gut.
The feeling suddenly rippled as he started to the northern edge of the rubble.
Something told him it was good, but it still freaked him out. "Dômeki!" he started calling, throwing and pulling away whatever was in front of him. "Damn it Dômeki answer me!"
He was barely paying attention as spirit after spirit helped him climb higher up. "This isn't the time for your stubborn-ass dead silence-" he stopped short at what he said, "Damnit Shizuka! Don't do this to me!"
Tears were flowing freely as he suddenly knelt, digging away. "Answer me MORON!!! It's all YOUR DAMN FAULT! If you never came back I could've..." he was shaking too badly, "DAMNIT SHIZUKA! I can't do this anymore. You gone and screwed everything up! I can't do this alone anymore!"
A whole new resolve filled him, stopped the shaking. He was suddenly digging with all his might, "Damnit Shizuka, I need you!"
Scene 11
Hearing that made him believe he could just bust out of there like some manga superhero.
But trying to get up spoke otherwise.
He realized he had more space to move, but shifting his weight to his arms made his back and shoulders ache. Any point on either leg only made the stab wound hurt worse. He couldn't tell how much was above it, but whatever it was was lodged firmly in the ground. It would be easier to pick him up off it.
"Watanuki!" he sent the yellow faery to Moro as he started calling back, "Watanuki... ... Kimihiro!"
Act 304 Scenes 1-11
Author: seizansha
Word Count: 1610
Disclaimer: it's CLAMP's universe, I'm only playing in it.
Rating: PG-13 for a lot of 'Damnit's.
Scene1
"Kimihiro-kun! Thanks the gods we found you!"
He blindly handed the balloons over, watching Kishi and Hiruko running towards them. "What's going on?"
"There was an earthquake-- "
"Oh god, the girls!" he cut in, running to the exit.
Scene 2
He barged straight to the emergency desk, "Where are they? They're alright, aren't they? Please tell me they're okay. Where are they?"
The nurses jumped, the head nurse stepping forward, "I'm sorry kiddo, there are patients coming in from all over the city. At times like this we only give patient information to parents an-"
He cut her off by hauling her halfway across the desk. "I am the only relation my girls have. They are in my custody. My Responsibility. I've been raising them for the last two-"
"Daddy?!" a scared and relieved voice yelled from his right. He barely had time to let the nurse go.
He'd never been so happy to get tackled in his life. He buried his face between two buns, holding tight until, "Ouch."
He jumped, pulling back. "I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. Are you okay?"
She smiled as he stroked her cheek, "Just a bunch of bruises and scrapes."
"Where's your sister?" he asked as they got up.
Taking his hand, she started back down the hall, "Moro fell hard into her desk Daddy," Maru started explaining when she stopped them at the door.
The nurse was helping her get a sling over her hot pink cast. "Daddy!" she cheered as she turned to him, revealing a nice black eye too.
"Oh Dearheart, are you okay?" he asked as the nurse moved away. She nodded a few times before being instantly hugged by both, "I'm so glad you're both alright."
He sat down beside Moro, Maru sitting beside him, holding each close as the nurse returned with the doctor. Half-listening to doctor instructions he'd never be able to forget, he realized he was listening more to the news running on the TV and the PA. For 'temple'. Getting down to sign the release forms, he caught glimpses of the news coverage as Kishi and Hiruko got the girls ready.
It would have been a nice restaurant, if it wasn't collapsing through the middle.
From the bottom of his gut, he knew.
And it scared the crap out of him.
"We gotta hurry!"
Scene 3
It hurt.
It hurt to move, to breathe. It even hurt to think.
But he had to.
He remembered diving under the table. He couldn't hear anyone else, he prayed they were safe.
The constant pressure against him told him plenty. There was a coppery scent in the dusty air; he could fell it down his right leg, across his lip and forehead. Feeling it dry was an added relief. His arms were still curved beneath him. Unfortunately that's where they were staying; he had no room to move them and it seemed like his leg wasn't cut, it was skewered.
Ironic. Watanuki was going to make yakitori tonight.
Scene 4
He was that close to just saying 'Screw it' and proofing them all to that restaurant with dozens of witnesses.
You'd think with all the people coming to the hospital there'd be some way of leaving. The girls worked some luck and found a cab driver that was a customer. He wasn't worried about their apartment - Mokona never let it get bad and Mugetsu would find them easily.
He was actually glad that he didn't have an address; he had to focus on whatever it was that was telling him Dômeki's this way and he's hurt.
Their girls were almost to tears.
If he had a chance he would be.
Scene 5
If only he hadn't cut the connection...
The dust finally settled. He couldn't see a lot - his right eye was swelling shut - but what light that was peeking through was bright and warm.
Sunlight.
Hopefully it wasn't glass stuck through his leg. That would be pathetic.
He knew he'd get one of those rare rants after this was over. He missed how pointless they used to be. The girls, Mokona, and even Yûko missed them.
He started praying for their safety.
Scene 6
If he'd been calm enough to think before almost attacking the nurse, he wouldn't be getting out of the cab three blocks away on the wrong side of the police barricade.
"Kimihiro!" he turned to find Hiruko in the nearest alley, waving them closer.
Ushering the girls over, he had to ask, "What's going on? Have they gotten anyone out yet?"
Hiruko shook his head, "Not yet, every spirit around is helping. They're coming in from all over; the Steward's partner needs help. Everyone's doing what they can; disguised or not. He is being dug out."
He grunted as the girls hugged him, "Papa promised he wouldn't leave again," they chorused.
"You know he's holding on," that annoying voice actually sounded encouraging in his ear. Silky fur, a soft pat, and two tiny kisses on the end of his nose just added to the comfort and support he was getting.
Watching as their faery landed on each head, he turned to them both, "Come on girls, it's time we rescued Papa."
Scene 7
The creaking was starting to worry him.
He could tell it was behind his head, but he wasn't sure if it was above too.
All he knew was he heard it with every painful inhale.
It wasn't getting harder to breathe, it was just hurting more. Probably because he was slowly being squashed. He knew he wasn't claustrophobic, but even this was too much. Keeping his good eye shut was helping beat the claustrophobia.
But it wasn't keeping the other fears away.
The last few months were flashing through his mind.
How it felt the first night at the apartment, Moro and Maru cuddling against him, sleeping between them...
The ghost-story ceremony...
The lady in the park...
That right hook behind the teahouse...
That damn spider...
That first Valentine's... never did return the favor...
How nervous he was the first time at their door...
The look on all four faces at their birthday presents...
That single drop of water...
Helping get Kiyoshi...
But the one image burning in his mind was the whole reason they were so touchy, so skittery lately.
That raven hair damp and slicked to his right. Those bottomless blues staring in wonder, amazed at the closeness, the comfort. That beautiful face moving right along with his hands. Those delectable, soft lips pressing against his, sucking them in.
Tiny brushes and tugs snapped him back to reality. Green and yellow glows were illuminating the little cave around his face as he slowly remembered their faeries. The yellow one backed up enough for him to see her clearly before sitting down. "So you two can get in and out of here, huh?"
She nodded.
"The girls are scared."
She nodded.
He huffed. "And he's hiding that he's absolutely terrified."
She hung her head and nodded.
Scene 8
The green faery came flying straight to her. She held him up to her ear, between them.
"Well?" Daddy asked as he knelt in front of them.
Moro spoke right along with her, "He says Papa's still alive, but he's squished under a table. The air's good and there's sunlight by his head," the next sentence made them turn to her faery, "Something's stuck through his leg."
Daddy's face went white. He suddenly stood, turning to the restaurant. "DOUMEKI SHIZUKA-"
Scene 9
"-DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!!!"
He tired to chuckle at the yell. "All the times you..." the shards in the pool of his blood flashed behind his eyes, "... and now..."
He swallowed the lump, but they still burned down his face. Still, he couldn't help smiling as he bit his lip, taking a deep breath to try to hold back the sob.
It hurt more holding it back then holding it in.
Scene 10
He couldn't wait any longer. "Girls, stay here with Kishi." They nodded, backing away. Trying to calm down, he closed his eyes and concentrated on his gut.
The feeling suddenly rippled as he started to the northern edge of the rubble.
Something told him it was good, but it still freaked him out. "Dômeki!" he started calling, throwing and pulling away whatever was in front of him. "Damn it Dômeki answer me!"
He was barely paying attention as spirit after spirit helped him climb higher up. "This isn't the time for your stubborn-ass dead silence-" he stopped short at what he said, "Damnit Shizuka! Don't do this to me!"
Tears were flowing freely as he suddenly knelt, digging away. "Answer me MORON!!! It's all YOUR DAMN FAULT! If you never came back I could've..." he was shaking too badly, "DAMNIT SHIZUKA! I can't do this anymore. You gone and screwed everything up! I can't do this alone anymore!"
A whole new resolve filled him, stopped the shaking. He was suddenly digging with all his might, "Damnit Shizuka, I need you!"
Scene 11
Hearing that made him believe he could just bust out of there like some manga superhero.
But trying to get up spoke otherwise.
He realized he had more space to move, but shifting his weight to his arms made his back and shoulders ache. Any point on either leg only made the stab wound hurt worse. He couldn't tell how much was above it, but whatever it was was lodged firmly in the ground. It would be easier to pick him up off it.
"Watanuki!" he sent the yellow faery to Moro as he started calling back, "Watanuki... ... Kimihiro!"