(fanfiction) Hogosha
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skyremixTitle: Hogosha
Rating: PG
Series: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (Japanese drama version)
Characters: Kayashima Taiki & Nakatsu Shuichi
Word Count: 1404
This is solely a creation of my strange mind, based on the Japanese drama version of Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (as there are many remakes of it) I have never read the original Hana Kimi, I've only watched the Japanese and Taiwanese dramas of it, so I have no idea how inaccurate this could be in comparison to the original manga.
Would they ever stop whispering? How could one manage to fall asleep with all of these people hovering around, whispering and talking? It was one of many drawbacks of having the gift of communication with the dead. Sometimes they were just like people that were alive - unreasonable, loud, and possessing the inability to be quiet.
Kayashima sat up in his bed, peering around his dorm room. It was dark, save for the moonlight streaming in through the sun roof over his bed. The spirits did not pause in their whispering even at his motion, as he stood and stepped quietly down the stairs, to the lower level of the dorm room.
The light fell through the glass and the railing of the second level, so that it was present in blocks across the body of his room mate. Nakatsu Shuichi slept quietly, as opposed to his usual snoring that Kayashima had begun to treat as a sort of lullaby. The majority of the time, the snoring of his room mate could drown out even the whispers of the dead, but Nakatsu slept peacefully despite being tangled in his blankets, his face illuminated by the moonlight, his hair glowing orange, a strange color set against the shadows of the room.
The whispering became a louder humming that Kayashima was sure would give him a headache if he stayed longer, so he slipped on his shoes and a light jacket, and reached for the doorknob. He turned it slowly - as it squeaked when turned fast - and stepped out into the dark hallway. He closed the door quietly behind him, with only the audible click of the door closing reaching his ears. It was a relief to hear nothing but silence, and snoring from the dorm rooms around him.
But the spirits soon realized that the one person who could hear them had left, and they followed him through the walls. Spirits were hardly ever hanging around Osaka Gakuen, unless they hung over Kayashima, swarming around him as if he could help them all. Some of them were quite scary in appearance to back it up, mangled from accidents or murders, and they were usually the persistent ones. He had always been able to see and speak with spirits, ever since he was a small child, but it was still shocking to see someone with missing limbs or limbs hardly attached at all wandering around or approaching him.
He could barely hear his quiet footsteps in the hallway over the noise of the swarm over his head. He exited the dorm building, but still they would not disappear, and the humming became louder, like the buzz of voices in the cafeteria, only most of these spoke of death, accidents, apologies, and redemptions. There was always a few nights like this, where the spirits surrounded him and bothered him to the point where he could no longer stand it.
He could feel cold hands on him as he walked, attempting to pull on him, to grab his attention, but they could not physically touch him. He began to shiver from the sheer amount of cold spirits around him, however, and he zipped his jacket up. He wished he had brought his scarf with him to warm his neck, to bury his lips and nose in.
It was a considerably nice night out, but the dead around him were so cold that they began to affect his own body heat, and he shivered. The buzzing around him turned into shouting, shrieking, and then they were screaming, their voices overwhelming his ability to think, and even his capability to walk straight. He sat himself down on one of the benches placed across the campus, pulled his knees to his chest, and brought his hands to his ears, closing his eyes tightly in an attempt to block the screams out.
“Help me!” most shrieked, and some even said “I’ll kill you too!” and the hands passing through his body became constant, chilling him to his very core. He had gone through this several times before, when the spirits became violently persistent, and he only had to wait until they realized that he would not do anything and that it would be more constructive to leave and search out another that they could communicate with. Sometimes it took only a few minutes for them to come to this conclusion, but other times it lasted for a few hours.
Something warm touched the back of his neck, and a hand reached under his chin to wrap a scarf around his neck. “You’re really cold,” a voice said, in a way that signified that the face it belonged to was frowning.
Then the hands touched his, pulling them from his ears, and Kayashima peered up to see Nakatsu’s face as his room mate placed a pair of headphones over his ears. The music, a song that Kayashima recognized as Nakatsu’s favorite song Ikenai Taiyou by Orange Range, was incredibly loud, but not in the overwhelming way that the spirits had become. The spirits around began to disperse when they realized that there were multiple ways for the gifted student to ignore them, and after a few minutes most of them were gone entirely, their words unable to penetrate the music to reach his ears.
After a few minutes, Kayashima lifted the headphones from his ears, relieved to hear no whispering around him, only the sound of the music emitting from the headphones was in the air. He placed his feet back on the ground, his body beginning to feel warm again, and he handed the headphones to Nakatsu, with a “Thank you.”
His room mate grinned widely, patting him on the back. “You tell those ghosts that the next time they return, they will have to deal with the hot-blooded soccer star, Nakatsu Shuichi! Remind them that he does not like it when people mess around with his friends!”
Kayashima smiled, and nodded in response. Not only could Nakatsu protect him from the bullies, he even had the power to protect him from the dead. His room mate smiled back, and pressed the stop button on his portable compact disc player, so that the air around them was silent again, save for the light breeze that blew past their ears.
“It’s a little cold out,” the soccer player said, and looked into his room mate’s eyes. “We should head back before we get sick.” With these words, Nakatsu turned around and began to walk back in the direction of their dorm.
Kayashima could see the warm aura around Nakatsu, and smiled at the sincerity of Nakatsu’s words. His room mate had always been honest and open, and rarely tried to hide anything from the telepathist. Even now, his words and his aura matched each other, backing the other up with their warmth and honesty.
“What? Are they back?” The soccer player asked when he had turned to see that Kayashima had not followed.
“No,” Kayashima said quietly. “They are gone.”
“Good,” he said with a grin, and jogged back to Kayashima’s side, to walk with his friend to the dorm.
Kayashima walked with his eyes to the ground at their feet, looking at their shadows as they walked, existing because of the moon that illuminated their backs. Nakatsu’s shadow walked with his hands shoved into his pockets, a powerful figure despite his huddled position. Nakatsu had always protected him from the moment they had met, standing up for him against those that hurt him with both their hands and their words because of their fear of his ability. But Nakatsu had reacted differently to his uniqueness, and he had defended him. Kayashima had found moments were he could be helpful to his room mate as well, and their relationship had quickly evolved into one of mutual trust, respect, and helpfulness.
They stood apart from each other, but the way the light hit them cast their shadows in such a way that they were touching. Kayashima smiled to himself, staring at Nakatsu’s shadow that loomed over his own in a protective manner, and his own shadow, which stood by Nakatsu‘s in support of his actions.
He glanced up to see if Nakatsu had glimpsed the shadows as well, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of the emotions swarming around his friend.
Don’t worry, Nakatsu’s aura told him. I’ll protect you.
Rating: PG
Series: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (Japanese drama version)
Characters: Kayashima Taiki & Nakatsu Shuichi
Word Count: 1404
This is solely a creation of my strange mind, based on the Japanese drama version of Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (as there are many remakes of it) I have never read the original Hana Kimi, I've only watched the Japanese and Taiwanese dramas of it, so I have no idea how inaccurate this could be in comparison to the original manga.
Would they ever stop whispering? How could one manage to fall asleep with all of these people hovering around, whispering and talking? It was one of many drawbacks of having the gift of communication with the dead. Sometimes they were just like people that were alive - unreasonable, loud, and possessing the inability to be quiet.
Kayashima sat up in his bed, peering around his dorm room. It was dark, save for the moonlight streaming in through the sun roof over his bed. The spirits did not pause in their whispering even at his motion, as he stood and stepped quietly down the stairs, to the lower level of the dorm room.
The light fell through the glass and the railing of the second level, so that it was present in blocks across the body of his room mate. Nakatsu Shuichi slept quietly, as opposed to his usual snoring that Kayashima had begun to treat as a sort of lullaby. The majority of the time, the snoring of his room mate could drown out even the whispers of the dead, but Nakatsu slept peacefully despite being tangled in his blankets, his face illuminated by the moonlight, his hair glowing orange, a strange color set against the shadows of the room.
The whispering became a louder humming that Kayashima was sure would give him a headache if he stayed longer, so he slipped on his shoes and a light jacket, and reached for the doorknob. He turned it slowly - as it squeaked when turned fast - and stepped out into the dark hallway. He closed the door quietly behind him, with only the audible click of the door closing reaching his ears. It was a relief to hear nothing but silence, and snoring from the dorm rooms around him.
But the spirits soon realized that the one person who could hear them had left, and they followed him through the walls. Spirits were hardly ever hanging around Osaka Gakuen, unless they hung over Kayashima, swarming around him as if he could help them all. Some of them were quite scary in appearance to back it up, mangled from accidents or murders, and they were usually the persistent ones. He had always been able to see and speak with spirits, ever since he was a small child, but it was still shocking to see someone with missing limbs or limbs hardly attached at all wandering around or approaching him.
He could barely hear his quiet footsteps in the hallway over the noise of the swarm over his head. He exited the dorm building, but still they would not disappear, and the humming became louder, like the buzz of voices in the cafeteria, only most of these spoke of death, accidents, apologies, and redemptions. There was always a few nights like this, where the spirits surrounded him and bothered him to the point where he could no longer stand it.
He could feel cold hands on him as he walked, attempting to pull on him, to grab his attention, but they could not physically touch him. He began to shiver from the sheer amount of cold spirits around him, however, and he zipped his jacket up. He wished he had brought his scarf with him to warm his neck, to bury his lips and nose in.
It was a considerably nice night out, but the dead around him were so cold that they began to affect his own body heat, and he shivered. The buzzing around him turned into shouting, shrieking, and then they were screaming, their voices overwhelming his ability to think, and even his capability to walk straight. He sat himself down on one of the benches placed across the campus, pulled his knees to his chest, and brought his hands to his ears, closing his eyes tightly in an attempt to block the screams out.
“Help me!” most shrieked, and some even said “I’ll kill you too!” and the hands passing through his body became constant, chilling him to his very core. He had gone through this several times before, when the spirits became violently persistent, and he only had to wait until they realized that he would not do anything and that it would be more constructive to leave and search out another that they could communicate with. Sometimes it took only a few minutes for them to come to this conclusion, but other times it lasted for a few hours.
Something warm touched the back of his neck, and a hand reached under his chin to wrap a scarf around his neck. “You’re really cold,” a voice said, in a way that signified that the face it belonged to was frowning.
Then the hands touched his, pulling them from his ears, and Kayashima peered up to see Nakatsu’s face as his room mate placed a pair of headphones over his ears. The music, a song that Kayashima recognized as Nakatsu’s favorite song Ikenai Taiyou by Orange Range, was incredibly loud, but not in the overwhelming way that the spirits had become. The spirits around began to disperse when they realized that there were multiple ways for the gifted student to ignore them, and after a few minutes most of them were gone entirely, their words unable to penetrate the music to reach his ears.
After a few minutes, Kayashima lifted the headphones from his ears, relieved to hear no whispering around him, only the sound of the music emitting from the headphones was in the air. He placed his feet back on the ground, his body beginning to feel warm again, and he handed the headphones to Nakatsu, with a “Thank you.”
His room mate grinned widely, patting him on the back. “You tell those ghosts that the next time they return, they will have to deal with the hot-blooded soccer star, Nakatsu Shuichi! Remind them that he does not like it when people mess around with his friends!”
Kayashima smiled, and nodded in response. Not only could Nakatsu protect him from the bullies, he even had the power to protect him from the dead. His room mate smiled back, and pressed the stop button on his portable compact disc player, so that the air around them was silent again, save for the light breeze that blew past their ears.
“It’s a little cold out,” the soccer player said, and looked into his room mate’s eyes. “We should head back before we get sick.” With these words, Nakatsu turned around and began to walk back in the direction of their dorm.
Kayashima could see the warm aura around Nakatsu, and smiled at the sincerity of Nakatsu’s words. His room mate had always been honest and open, and rarely tried to hide anything from the telepathist. Even now, his words and his aura matched each other, backing the other up with their warmth and honesty.
“What? Are they back?” The soccer player asked when he had turned to see that Kayashima had not followed.
“No,” Kayashima said quietly. “They are gone.”
“Good,” he said with a grin, and jogged back to Kayashima’s side, to walk with his friend to the dorm.
Kayashima walked with his eyes to the ground at their feet, looking at their shadows as they walked, existing because of the moon that illuminated their backs. Nakatsu’s shadow walked with his hands shoved into his pockets, a powerful figure despite his huddled position. Nakatsu had always protected him from the moment they had met, standing up for him against those that hurt him with both their hands and their words because of their fear of his ability. But Nakatsu had reacted differently to his uniqueness, and he had defended him. Kayashima had found moments were he could be helpful to his room mate as well, and their relationship had quickly evolved into one of mutual trust, respect, and helpfulness.
They stood apart from each other, but the way the light hit them cast their shadows in such a way that they were touching. Kayashima smiled to himself, staring at Nakatsu’s shadow that loomed over his own in a protective manner, and his own shadow, which stood by Nakatsu‘s in support of his actions.
He glanced up to see if Nakatsu had glimpsed the shadows as well, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of the emotions swarming around his friend.
Don’t worry, Nakatsu’s aura told him. I’ll protect you.
