There was something creeping in at the very edge of his consciousness. Intruding on the nothingness that had pervaded his current state of being. What was that called again? He knew the word. It was on the tip of his tongue... Whatever it was, it was getting... bigger? No not bigger. That’s not the right word to describe this. The nothing was fading away, and there was something else creeping in as well. Different to the first thing. Subtler, in a lot of ways: He only noticed it at all because it hadn’t been there before. It felt like something he usually wouldn’t notice, but after the nothing he couldn’t help but. The comparison was too vivid. Like night and -
Light! That was it! That was name of the first thing! He wanted to punch the air in an act of celebration, but he’d forgotten just how to make his arm do that. Maybe that strength and time would be better spent figuring out how to open his eyes, and - Oh, of course! The second thing was sound! He was hearing cars drive past, hearing his own heartbeat, hearing the sound of someone pacing rapidly up and down just a little bit further down than his feet...
Kiyoshi opened his eyes, and took in the strange ceiling above him, and immediately regretted the decision. It was as if someone had gotten completely blind drunk and gotten it into their head to try their hand at expressionist art. Either that or some mad sadistic genius had decided to see if he could ascertain the very worst image that a hungover sufferer could clasp eyes upon when first their eyes greeted the new day. If the latter, he had to give the bastard credit. He was pretty sure he hadn’t had anything to drink yesterday and Kiyoshi’s head still felt like someone had stuck needles behind his eyes. If he ever met the person responsible for slapping such vibrant contrasting colours onto that ceiling in such a slapdash manner, he’d surely -
“Thank goodness! You’re awake!”
- Try very, very hard not to ogle her. Not that she was making it particularly easy for him. “Wait a minute,” he sat up sharpish as memories flooded back. “You’re that girl that wanted to hold hands!” Which may be the weirdest accusation he’d ever made. It had been a weird day. Come to think of it... “How long was I out?”
The weird girl flipped open her phone and her jaw simply went slack. It was eerie the way that she wasn’t blinking while staring at it, almost like she’d forgotten to do it. Which was ridiculous, but still it was unsettling enough to prevent him from interrupting her. Still, that presented him an opportunity to better take in the rest of the room. It was... just like the ceiling, honestly. Clashing bright colours everywhere, no matter where he looked. A bright pink (very, very comfortable) bed, green carpet, blue wardrobe, yellow lamp atop a purple desk... But it wasn’t just the colours that were clashing, either. There was a distinct clash of style as well. Not so much different aspects to the same personality as it was completely different personalities found within the same living space. Over in that corner, a television hooked up to what looked like every single console to ever exist, and two bookcases: One devoted to books and the other games of all eras and genre. In this other corner, we have a stand full of sporting equipment. Hockey sticks, baseball and cricket bats, not to mention at least five entirely different kinds of racquets. Oh, and the golf clubs resting nicely in the bag next to the stand. Also take the time to note the various sports star posters hanging from the wall in this corner and only this corner.
The third corner had one of the two wardrobes in this room, and of the two it was by far the more... girly? Yes, that was a good way to put it. The girlier wardrobe. Picture every girl stereotype and it was right there on that wardrobe. Flowers, hearts, pink, you care to name it and it was there in the design. The cutesy plushies adorning the top helped the effect along quite considerably. In the fourth corner was the desk, with all the study materials any student could possibly need carefully put in the right places. There was even a glasses case lying in the middle of the desk, which presumably had glasses in it.
All that much could be put down to a diversity of interest. Okay, that much was reasonable. What was catching his attention most was the separation between them. Like an invisible line had been drawn through the room, devoting each subset of interests to a different corner of the room. It was kind of eery. Surely most people would have let the diverse interests flow into one another, rather than divide them up in such a manner?
Or maybe he was just reading too much into it. Best to focus on the strange girl that brought him here.
“Half an hour”, she eventually said. “It’s only five o’clock, but that’s -”
Only half an hour? That was a relief. Wait... what did she say the time was? With that thought he was up out of the bed like a shot. It had gone five?! He was gonna catch all sorts of hell! His legs felt a little shaky still, but they ought to be strong enough to get him home... she couldn’t have taken him too far from the mall surely. “Thanksforlookingafterme,” he backed off towards the door. “ButI’vereallygottogetgoingthanksagainbye!”
He grabbed his shoes before she even had time to parse what he’d said. Kiyoshi had an appointment to keep, and he really didn’t have the time to hang around some weird girl in her weird room. No matter how hot she was!
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