Saguru Hakuba (
clockmaster) wrote2009-01-31 04:40 pm
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[Open rl - FEEL FREE TO VISIT] backdated to the 27
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.
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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"Can you sing something for me?" The boy begged, changing the subject. "I missed your beautiful voice."
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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..."
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(ooc: such a beautiful song~)
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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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He tried to talk, but the words were stuck to his throat and refused to come out. Instead of that, he just slided his free arms around her, gently pushing their foreheads together and smiled.
"Thanks sister" He said in the end, only audible for her.
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"Welcome, bro," she replied quietly, using the slang term as she'd picked it up in New York. She slid her arms around him in a gentle hug, mindful of his injuries, and felt a bit of the fear and edginess that had been following her since the kidnapping melt away. They were back and alive. Things were going to be okay.