花村 陽介 -Yosuke Hanamura- (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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sirenspull_logs2012-05-18 12:05 pm
inthejunk) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-18 12:05 pm
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closed for once! whoops.
Who: Unohana and Hanamura
When: Thursday night
Where: Unohana's place...which is Yosuke's place now, too.
Summary: Yosuke wasn't allowed to be released from baby jail until a responsible adult claimed him. Unohana volunteered her responsible adult services. Now, there is that whole awkward thing where they get to know each other. And also, something about a haunted rocking chair.
Warnings: Awkwardness, Yosuke being shy for once, haunted furniture, guilt plague grossness. Nope, no language warning this time, he watches his mouth around old ladies.
The door creaked open, and it managed to sound guilty. Yosuke had hardly dropped his bag on the floor that morning before he had hastily excused himself and run out to make sure that Maya-san and Pearl-chan were alright. And then, as soon as he'd set foot in the hospital, they had put him immediately to work on community service. He wasn't supposed to start that until Saturday, but it turned out that there was a need for all hands on deck at the moment.
By the time he got back from that, it was nearly dark. He hadn't even known where to call, either. He'd forgotten to take down her number before he left. Yosuke closed the door quietly, trying to think of something to say in his own defense before he called attention to himself, but he ruined it by sneezing loudly.
HAKU!
...Crap.
When: Thursday night
Where: Unohana's place...which is Yosuke's place now, too.
Summary: Yosuke wasn't allowed to be released from baby jail until a responsible adult claimed him. Unohana volunteered her responsible adult services. Now, there is that whole awkward thing where they get to know each other. And also, something about a haunted rocking chair.
Warnings: Awkwardness, Yosuke being shy for once, haunted furniture, guilt plague grossness. Nope, no language warning this time, he watches his mouth around old ladies.
The door creaked open, and it managed to sound guilty. Yosuke had hardly dropped his bag on the floor that morning before he had hastily excused himself and run out to make sure that Maya-san and Pearl-chan were alright. And then, as soon as he'd set foot in the hospital, they had put him immediately to work on community service. He wasn't supposed to start that until Saturday, but it turned out that there was a need for all hands on deck at the moment.
By the time he got back from that, it was nearly dark. He hadn't even known where to call, either. He'd forgotten to take down her number before he left. Yosuke closed the door quietly, trying to think of something to say in his own defense before he called attention to himself, but he ruined it by sneezing loudly.
HAKU!
...Crap.
Oh, come on, Yosuke. How old does she even *look*?
She might have talked to him then, but the demand for doctors had kept her busy all day. Honestly, she hadn't had much of a break herself.
She would have noticed him regardless of whether or not he sneezed. All that did was simply make it more obvious.
"Ah. Welcome back, Hanamura-san." No censure in her tone. If he were waiting for a bomb to drop, so to speak, he was likely to be waiting a long time.
No way, that question is always a trap.
"Sorry I didn't call. I, uh. You know. I didn't-" Yosuke's nose crinkled up, and he lifted his elbow to sneeze into the crook of it.
Haku! He sniffled, and blinked a little wearily. Oof. He really didn't feel so hot at the moment. "A-anyway, I hope it's alright?"
Any age he can guess is going to be waaaaaaaay younger than she really is.
In other words: yes, it was okay. Her job was to be responsible, not restrict his every move. But one brow lifts in concern at the second sneeze. "You're ill?"
She hoped it wasn't the same sickness that had spread so rapidly through the city these past few days. Some cases had been extremely dire, and there was still little any of them could do. Her powers could relieve a few symptoms temporarily, but they were far from a cure.
In that case we'll just say she looks great for her age...
He glanced up again, trying to assess her. She didn't look sick to him. Had she been visiting friends, too? Did she work there? Oh, jeez, no wonder they picked her to keep an eye on him if she worked there.
He tiptoed a little closer, slowly, hovering in the doorway. He wasn't the kind of kid that came off as being shy, usually, but then again, that was intentional. He usually tried to be breezy and cheerful, the kind of person it was easy to become friends with. But just now, alone, with a woman he didn't really know and he was expected to live with, he was anxious to make the wrong move in some way. So, he hovered.
People *wish* they could look this good at 2,487.
"This will be your home for the time being; you're more than allowed to sit down."
The discomfort was almost sweet, in its own way. But she'd not have someone feel uncomfortable in what was to be his home.
"And I work at the hospital as a doctor. As well as volunteering twice a week at the clinic."
HOLY SHI- oh, right. No language warning this time...
"I guess you'll be working a lot of overtime this week." He sighed, kind of put upon. "I've already clocked six hours on my service card, and I'm not even supposed to start until Saturday."
In fact, he'd been supposed to take this day to get settled in and move his things over from his old apartment, then go with his caseworker to the school, tomorrow and register for summer classes. But that was even worse than delivering jello and changing linens.
She knows curse words you can't even imagine, kiddo.
Too many people sick. People who weren't human. People who were different enough that they should be immune. She'd noticed signs in the shinigami, which was troubling. The diseases of the living should not affect them.
And when she saw Yosuke folding his arm over his stomach, she decided she wasn't going to take the chance. "Lie down, please."
Despite the wording, there was the distinct impression that this was an order, not a request. Her 'mom-voice' tended to be that way.
...Yikes.
"I don't think I can, ma'am. My stomach feels kind of...ugh."
He glanced up at her through his fringe -his slightly sweaty fringe, he noticed- and tried to smile in an appeasing way. "Sorry."
11th Divisioners are such colourful patients, after all.
Couldn't do it himself? Well, there were ways around that. She wrapped one arm around his midsection and another under his arm to get him into a stable hold, and moved to lie him down herself. He certainly should not be up and about if he were feeling like this.
If he happened to vomit, that was fine. She was a doctor; she would hardly begrudge that kind of mess. She'd been covered in less pleasant things.
He'll have to take her word for that.
Ordinarily, he might have squeaked a bit indignantly or something, but just as she assumed he might be, Yosuke was busy trying not to vomit on her. He curled his knees up against his stomach once he was fully reclined, and groaned quietly.
"Sorry." He mumbled, again, uncertainly.
Gee, now she's forgotten to mention the haunted chair . . .
There were a couple of things she would need to get out, considering her abilities had little effect on illness, and nausea was one of the symptoms she couldn't help at all.
Had Hanamura-san not been sick, she might have taken the time to mention Vivian's presence; it was a basic matter of politeness, to let anyone who came over know of the haunted rocking chair, if only to stop them from being frightened. But in her effort to get Hanamura-san feeling more physically comfortable, she'd forgotten to even mention it.
Worried for the new houseguest, Vivian began rocking of her own accord when she was out of the room, needles working through yarn as the chair sought to calm her own nerves and perhaps make something that could comfort the poor sick boy.
This day just keeps getting worse.
Eventually, though, the sound of the chair creaking and the needles clacking bothered him enough that he peeked through his fingers to see what Unohana-san was doing. Except, she wasn't. There was no one there.
Yosuke yelped, and fell right off the sofa. He scrambled backward until his shoulder bumped the wall, and stared, wide-eyed. Holy crap. The chair was moving! No one was in the chair, and it was moving!
Look at it this way: things can only get better tomorrow.
Vivian had started on one of her projects and caught poor Hanamura-san off guard. There was the faintest hint of amusement in her eyes, but she kept the rest of it off her face. It would have been funnier had he not been sick, honestly.
She set the blanket, pillow, and basin on the coffee table before crossing the room to reassure he new ward.
"My apologies; I'd intended to tell you about Vivian before something like this happened. She inhabits the chair and can become active at the strangest of times." She reached out one hand in an offer to help him back to his feet. "I assure you, she is quite harmless and well-intentioned."
/siiiigh
He stared at the chair moving on it's own some more, not even noticing the hand held down to him at first. When he did notice it, he took it a bit uncertainly. His hands were a little rough, and sweaty. He hoped she wouldn't mind too much.
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"Indeed. I knew this when I brought her into the apartment." There was nothing wrong with a chair having a ghost in it. Vivian was perfectly harmless. She was of sweet temperament, and was confined to the chair, besides.
She pulled him up, and there was no indication that she was bothered by the rough texture or the sweat on his hand. Because she wasn't. Being a doctor among shinigami, those things were hardly uncommon. There was nothing he could do that would make her regret her decision to look after him.
She guided him back in the direction of the couch. "She is unable to leave the chair, and will bring no harm to you. I would not allow her to remain, were she dangerous."
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"This kind of thing is really weird for me." He confessed. "No one would keep a ghost on purpose where I came from. At least not in a chair. Spirits have their own houses there, you know? And they're usually really quiet."
He leaned back against the corner of the sofa and pulled his knees up again. Since that not only helped everything in his stomach stay where it was supposed to but also put his pants right in his face, he tried to subtly brush his nose against them. It was running, but he didn't want to blow it in front of her any more than he wanted to be sick while she was watching.
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"Many things are strange, here. A spirit inhabiting an object is rather a rare occurrence where I am from." A calm smile. "Though I spend time with spirits as a matter of course, many of them quite lively."
She would not hide what she was from him, if he asked. Though she recognized she may have to smooth things over. There were so many misunderstandings among humans about the duty of shinigami.
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He swallowed, trying to deal with the mucus that was draining into his throat as unintrusively as possible instead, but it made his stomach lurch again in warning. He pulled his knees even closer, pressing them against his ribs and stomach, and tried to distract them both with a change of subject.
He'd noticed the close scrutiny, though he supposed it was warranted in the situation. He'd be curious in her shoes, too. In fact, he was curious anyway. "Is that a metaphor? I'm not very good at metaphors. Or do you mean that you're the kind of healer that uses light and all that...um. You know, an old style healer?"