Never Ever
By: Dyaoka
Disclaimer: I don't own the Prince of Tennis.
Notes/Warnings: Confusion? Check. Plot? Check. OOC? Check. Crappiness? Check,
check, double check!
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Part Three
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"Don't go wandering, ok, honey?" Rinko cooed as she babied her son.
She nearly passed out when she got a call from the hospital during the middle of
her meeting regarding her son. It was bad enough that her husband managed to
land himself in the hospital...but Ryoma too?! Oh, heavens...what's an old woman
suppose to do these days?
"Okay," Ryoma said, lightly brushing his mother's worried hands away
from his hair.
"Look, your mother is only worried about you. Be more grateful, brat,"
his father, Nanjirou, said. But despite the harsh words, his eyes reflected his
own worry. "Well, your mother and I are going home. Don't do anything
rash."
"Yes," Ryoma said, frowning a bit at his father. The hospital had been
in quite a frenzy when he had passed out in the middle of the day on the fifth
floor in front of a numberless room that was cemented at the sides. Now, they
wanted to keep an eye on him, just in case he relapsed or something. Ryoma found
the thing completely stupid and unnecessary, though the doctor did talk in
hushed voices with his parents. When something like that happened, it's rarely a
good thing.
"Ryoma," Rinko said sternly. "Be nice to your father."
"Sure..." Ryoma sent another glare at Nanjirou, which was promptly
returned with a smirk from the retired tennis pro.
"Dear!" Rinko elbowed Nanjirou in the stomach. "Alright, Ryoma,
we're leaving." She kissed her son on the top of his head and patted his
cheek. "I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning!" With that, she
took her husband by the elbow and dragged him from the room. Ryoma waved faintly
to his parents.
Finally, when they disappeared and the door was closed by the nurse, Ryoma
sighed. He didn't understand what was going on...and neither did he want to. It
was strange, so to speak, to be thinking...to know...that he was actually
somewhere else when everyone else was telling him he was passed out. It
frustrated the dark haired youth completely and utterly.
"I was not dreaming" Ryoma whispered to himself. "I wasn't
dreaming...Kikumaru...Eiji...he's real."
"Of course he is," said a new voice, surprising the dark haired boy
that laid on the bed. He glared at the nurse that had walked into the room.
"Is there anything that you need?"
"That numberless room, at the end of the hall on the fifth floor. Why is
the door cemented to the walls?" Ryoma asked, seizing the chance to gain
new knowledge. The old nurse smiled kindly and thought for a while.
"I believe that room was used a long time ago...for who or what, I don't
know. But I did heard that the room is haunted," the old nurse said.
"That's why they had to seal it."
Ryoma snorted. What a load of bull. But the nurse continued to speak.
"The actual story is that the room is just unusable. The wall contains
mercury - poison, you know. There's always been a horrid smell around the place
and there are cracks in the room there. They had expected it to colapse years
ago, but it never happened. They still have the rooms below the floor evacuated
just in case."
"I...see," Ryoma said quietly after a moment.
"Is there a particular reason you asked?" the old nurse smiled kindly
at him. Beneath the baggy eyelids, Ryoma caught a glimpse of dark brown eyes
that almost seemed like a complete black. Momentarily, it put Ryoma off and he
felt the hair at the back of his neck stand on end. There was something about
the nurse that just unnerved him.
"No, no...No reason at all..." Ryoma trailed off, opting for looking
at his hands in his lap. The old nurse patted the boy on the back in a
reassuring manner.
She leaned in close and whispered into the dark haired boy's ear; "I would
stay away from that room if I were you. You wouldn't want to be like him, would
you?"
Ryoma stared at the nurse's back as she closed the door behind him. The boy
swallowed the lump in his throat as he turned his attention over to the window.
Tiny droplets of rain started to fall against the glass of the window and Ryoma
has never felt as frightened before.
There was something strange happening and Ryoma had a feeling that he wouldn't
be sleeping through the night.
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To Be Continued
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