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His father was talking about something or other. He would usually be paying attention, yet there were times when he did get lost in his thoughts, today was one of those days. He was lost in his thoughts looking to Aoko on the other side of the room sleeping in the bed, even if he was as tired as her, Hakuba was fully awake and couldn't sleep at all.

Kenji stopped talking realizing that he wasn’t paying attention. The silence however brought Hakuba back to reality and he was ready to apologize, but his father smiled and stood up. Kenji kissed his bandaged forehead carefully and murmured something about the case. The guards on the door of their room saluted his father as he went out to attend the paperwork as fast as possible.

Hakuba looked at the ceiling, careful not to move his broken arm much, and sighed.

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Much as she disliked hospitals, Alize had to mention that they were one of the easiest places to get around -- there was always a guarantee that there would be accommodations for wheelchairs. Hakuba's dad had already instructed the hospital that Alize was to be allowed in to see the detective, so it was a simple matter to get up to the room where Hakuba and Aoko were being kept.

The energetic singer was uncharacteristically subdued as she wheeled into the sterile white room. A small part of it was due to the lingering effects of the knockout gas that Kid had hit her with -- she swore she was going to kill the thief next time she saw him -- but the rest was the result of the aftereffects of guilt and fear. She hadn't really been able to do anything to help in the end, and the terror that had gripped her when she'd awoken from the gas, not sure what had happened and who was still alive, wasn't anything she ever wanted to feel again.

It was like she'd told Kid. She'd already lost her family once. She wasn't letting it happen a second time.

"Hey," Alize greeted quietly, as she wheeled up to the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm sorry if we worried you, Alizé." A huge smile grew on his face at the sight of the girl. He opened his mouth to say somethign for but he wasn't sure what, so he studied her for a moment. "Are you ok?"

"You'd better be," she retorted, although without any real heat. "I'm fine. I'm just going to shoot Kid next time I see him."

Hakuba frowned at her answer. "What he did?"

He was going to kill the thief if he tried something funny with her.

"He knocked me out!!" was the incensed reply. "I was trying to help find you two and the jerk knocked me out with some kind of gas!"

“What?” he demanded angrily. Kid-san was o so death... “Where where you when that happened?"

"I was at our house." Alize folded her arms tightly, an expression partway between scowling and sulking on her face. "Right after I got back from Koto."

She seemed sufficiently irritated to not notice her use of the word 'our'.

"That bastard... "Hakuba murmured under his breath, barely audible. "...messing with my family..." the next murmur was something about a tank fish and a chair.

"Koto?" he questioned.

"I was looking for you guys." Alize's voice quieted, remembering how angry and worried she'd been. "There were some suspicious guys in black hanging around the neighbourhood, so I tracked them down to Koto."

"You could have gotten hurt ..." Hakuba replied, his anger gone, sounding worried now.

"I was fine." Predictably, the infamous stubbornness returned, and Alize started to sound irritated. She'd already had this talk with Kid. What was with guys and being overprotective? "I was doing that before for years. I know how to get around without being seen."

Though not in a wheelchair, she added silently to herself. Not that she'd let Hakuba hear that out loud. Besides, she'd managed, hadn't she?

At the girl reaction, Hakuba just smiled. There was that small reaction of Alizé that make her sound like Akako.

"You're right, sorry." He was always surprised of how strong they coudl be, and he was happy for that. "You never thought on becoming a police?"

The singer blinked several times, obviously taken aback by the question. "N-no, not really."

The thought hadn't ever crossed her mind, in all honesty. She didn't really think of herself as law enforcement material, having spent most of her life in a city where it was correupt.

"Why not? You have the strong character of one, that's for sure." He also thought that she was able to yell as loud as Nakamori-keibu or Aoko, but Hakuba keep it to himself. "You could be able to help other people, you knwo how to talk with the people who live on the streets, who are the better witness is you know how to convince them to talk... But I know that your real passion is music."

"Not to mention I'd probably get strung up on misdemeanors, or whatever you call it when police don't follow orders," Alize muttered, blushing at the praise and trying to hide it. "I'm not good at that."

"Nobody is perfect.." Hakuba shrugged. She enjoyed talking with Alizé and learning more about her. "I been thinking about..a lot of things really, I had a week to think a lot about everything..but I mean..." Hakuba started nervously, he wanted to bring a few things to her but he wasn't sure how.

"Like what?" Alize asked. She had her elbows resting on her knees, now, and her chin in her hands, not looking anything other than curious.

"A bit of this, a bit of that..you know, life, friends, family..." Hakuba's cheeks were stained red. "I'm glad that you're part of it."

For a moment Alize was speechless, touched by the confession. She wasn't much of one for blurting out her feelings -- she kept them pretty close to her chest, really -- and it always embarrassed her a bit when other people talked about theirs with her.

But that didn't mean she didn't feel the same way.

"I'm glad... you let me be a part of it," Alize replied, hesitantly, almost shyly. "You and your dad and Baaya have done a lot for me."

"They love you too, you know.."Hakuba smiled. As a child, he never realized how alone he was because he didn't care, but now that he had friends and a sister he knew what was to be scared of losing them.

"Can you sing something for me?" The boy begged, changing the subject. "I missed your beautiful voice."

"What kind of song?" Alize asked, smiling, leaning her elbows on her knees again.

"The one you feel like." He rest his head on the pillow behind him and close his eyes for a moment. "Surprise me."

That was a dangerous request. Alize briefly considered singing 'Hospital Beds' just to tease him, but Hakuba really did look tired, and she wasn't feeling very mischievious herself. So instead she sat up straight, and ran her voice through some preliminary arpeggios while she decided on a song in her head. She didn't have to warm up every time she sang, but Gramps had taught them all long ago that it was better to have the habit than not.

She didn't have any musical accompaniment, but one advantage to having been in a choir was knowing all the harmonies for any given melody. The song she'd decided on was supposed to be sung with piano, or at the very least a guitar, but she'd tweak it around and manage to make it sound full.

Folding her hands in her lap, she sang.

"Lived a good life, lived a sweet life, oh I've had the sun on my face. I have fallen to my knees and been amazed. I have walked beneath the brilliance of a perfect sky. Oh, I am saved. Saved, I'm saved. I am saved, saved..."

Hakuba smiled, her eyes closed as he completely forgot his surroundings, only listening as the music produced from the brunette. The melody seemed oddly familiar with him, though, he just couldn't place his finger on where he had heard it.

(ooc: such a beautiful song~)

"Lived a good life, lived a sweet life, oh I have a beautiful friend. I am breathless from the mercy of a smile. I am standing on the brink of the most perfect love. Oh, I am saved. I'm saved, I am saved.

I am saved, I believe. I am not gonna be like I was, I have changed. I am saved..."

She sang a bit more softly than usual, not wanting to disturb other patients in the hospital (and maybe get herself kicked out in the process). Past that, though, she was removed from her surroundings, concentrating fully on the song and the melody, the notes and words. When she sang a song, Alize made sure she meant it. Otherwise it wasn't worth doing.

Her voice dropped to a gentle canter as she neared the end of the piece.

"I have bitten off the pieces that I did not want, I have torn them into tiny bits of rain. Oh, the sun has dried those memories like I knew it would. Oh I am saved. Saved..."

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