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kh_drabble2008-11-29 11:37 am
[168] Difference of Seconds
Challenge: [168] Room 317
Title: Difference of Seconds
Word Count: 510
Notes: I cut a bunch out and it's still long, dangit. ^^
It had just started to rain, when the first little ripples of water begin to create tiny streams upon the sidewalk. Roxas had never really minded the rain. In fact, most days he enjoyed it, so long as the wet streets didn't interfere with the odd jobs he did around town. Hayner was of the same opinion, so they remained outside, talking and laughing with one another as the rain trickled down.
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"Ugh," Olette sighed, shielding her eyes from the drizzle while looking skyward. "I knew it would rain today. Come on, Pence. Let's go hang out at the station 'till this clears up." The chubby boy nodded and grinned, leading the way towards shelter from the increasing onslaught.
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Hayner attempted to ring water out of his soggy clothes. "It's really pouring now." Roxas said. "You think we should go inside soon?" His friend punched him playfully in the arm. "Wimp!" And so they remained, getting soaked to the bone and loving every minute of it.
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"Pence!" Olette called into the storm. She had lost him in the rain, and could now only see blurs of shape and color. Nearby she could make out two kids standing in the rain, and yelled louder. "Pence?"
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Over the noise of the rain, Roxas heard someone yelling, and peered over Hayner's shoulder to look. But then he saw the headlights, saw lone figure standing unmoving in just wrong place; looking at him, and not the squealing tires behind... He felt himself push past Hayner and sprint for all he was worth towards the person, screaming for them to look out, to move, to run... As if in slow motion, Olette turned to see the car bearing down on her. Not fast enough. Roxas shoved her hard, off the road and onto the sidewalk where she landed with a wet thump. Momentum made Roxas slide after her. Adrenaline still on overdrive, he slowly braced himself and tried to stand up, managing a wobbly hands-on-knees position. His vision became hazy.
"H-hey..." He coughed. "Are you okay?" Without warning, a white-hot knife of pain streaked down his right side, from shoulder to ankle. He screamed out in pain and collapsed, sinking into oblivion immediately.
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"Beep... beep... beep..."
"...In room 370."
"Hit by a car..."
"Beep... beep... beep..."
"Trauma must have been a factor..."
"No, it's 317."
"Beep... beep... beep..."
"Just shut up." All other noises stopped dead, except for the infuriating electronic beeping in the background. Roxas slowly opened his eyes to see nearly half the population of twilight town trying to cram itself into a tiny white room that smelled of disinfectant. Roxas grinned weakly as Hayner strode up to his bed.
"Dude, you're a celebrity. A hero."
"Is the other person okay? The girl?" The crowd parted to let Olette through.
"Thank you." She whispered. "You saved my life." She ruffled his hair (what little stuck out from underneath the bandages).
"But you're okay?" Roxas looked her over.
"Of course, silly. Only bruises."
... I'm glad." He sighed, closing his eyes against the bright light. "I'm glad."
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the question now...where's Pence? hahahha
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What's going on? Everyone suddenly has Nabari no Ou ikons.
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