Snippet #1747348

Kiku Suzuki

Thud….thud….thud….

No…stop it…where are they? Give them back, that hurts me…

Thud…thud….thud….thud…throb

I said give them back. Please, I'm begging you. This hurts…so stop

click…click…a flash of pain…throb…throb…

I said it hurts leave me alone! Please, let me go back home. I miss my family! Let me go back!

Wake up Kiku, they want you up A nagging voice called to him.

Pounding…that’s what it felt like. Someone was pounding his skull in. Internally smashing at his head with a hammer and slicing it open. It hurt. Kiku wanted to cry. But he woke up none the less and blindly searched for his headphones on the floor, resulting in him almost falling off the bed.

With a low groan, that sounded at least 10x louder to him then it actually was, Kiku’s hand touched the band of his headphones and quickly he wrapped his long, feminine fingers around it, slowly bringing his arm up to him, his other hand grabbing the other side of the headphones and fitting them across his head, firmly planted on his ears.

Better…so much better Kiku thought with a sigh, the pounding reduced to a dull throb, and the massive and overwhelming sounds muffled to a normal level.

He laid in his ‘bed’, a yawn opening his mouth and stretching it widely, his eyes closing in reflex. He cringed slightly at the pain that flashed through his cheek and gingerly touched the wound. It was still new to being a scar and would sometimes crack, blood dripping down his face from the depth of the injury. When his hand came back tinted with red spot, Kiku repressed a sigh, debating if he wanted to get up or not. Soon after he felt the feeling of the blood running down his cheek and heard the muffled sound of the blood hitting the limp and dirty pillow.

The thin and raggedy covers clung to his thin body, trying desperately to keep his body warm, though it was no avail. A shiver racked through Kiku’s frail, malnourished body. He needed to get out of here. Soon.

The door to his bedroom/cell/medical room opened and one of the doctors walked in, slightly taken aback at seeing Kiku sitting up and staring right at him.

“I…um…well…” the scientist looked behind him and closed the door. He was new, not even over the age of 25, by what Kiku could guess, “You shouldn’t be up.” he whispered.

Kiku regarded him with blank eyes, unimpressed. He could care less what he should be doing. If going against the rules got him killed, he would be more than happy to break any and every rule to do so.

“Then kill me.” he blurted out, his voice cracking from lack of use, desperation lacing his words.

The young scientist said nothing, wide brown eyes staring at Kiku in shock. Apparently he was the only patient who rather die than get out of here. Not that surprising.

Not that Kiku didn’t want to escape. He truly did. And go back to his family and forget this even happened. Yet the chances of him escaping without dying were slim, so Kiku never let himself think about it too long, or he would try and kill himself, again. Or another wave of depression would hit him full force and the doctors would have to put him under for who knows how long. Again.

“Did you hear what I said?” Kiku lowly snarled, annoyed by the silence, “Kill me if I should be up. Or leave me alone.” His face showed no emotion, no anger or sorrow. No pain or depression. It was all in his head. And that was never a good thing.

When no sound came from the suddenly mute being Kiku closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath. When he opened them, the doctor was gone. Whether he was real, or a figment of Kiku’s mind, he didn’t know.

A sharp wave of pain washed over him, causing him to gasp out loud, hands reaching out to clutch his head in momentary pain. As quickly as it had come, the pain vanished. Yet Kiku knew it would be back if he didn’t do anything.

Reluctantly his thin hands gripped the headphones and pulled them down to hang around his neck. He hissed in pain, the sounds too overpowering and Kiku almost tugged the headphones back on to relieve himself of the pain. Almost. Instead he peeled his eyes open, which had forcefully closed at the amount of pain that pounding in his head, and concentrated on the sounds around him.

His head was pounding and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, but Kiku knew it had to be done, or he would be driven to insanity at the pain of not using his powers.

His super sensitive ears slowly got used to the sounds, while he head pounded on. Eyes glazed over and one by one Kiku was able to see the sound waves that passed through his room. They flowed around him, and if he was gentle enough he was able to pluck each and every one of them, all other sounds fading as he was able to focus on that one particular noise.

In time he was able to close his eyes and pluck out different sound waves without looking, the movement becoming 2nd nature to him, lulling him into a half sleep.

A disturbing laugh…a call of a name…the click of heels…soft voices of the high ups….a yell…the high pitched sound of an alarm…louder voices…worried…scared….a door falling…a whisper of cloth…

Kiku frowned, not understanding what was going on. It sounded like a big deal, with all the thumping of the guards were doing and the hurried footsteps of…someone else. Fingers reached out to touch another set of sound waves, letting the other noises vanish as his mind focused on what was going on….

A shout…Tezuka…a name…shuffling of sheets…a low growl…a shout…muffled curses…nothing…

Kiku fell back against his pillows, barely able to stay awake. His head didn’t hurt, even without the headphones, but he tugged them back on anyway, knowing the sharp pounding of pain would resurface sooner than later. His eyelids felt heavy and his whole body was exhausted, but Kiku fought the beckoning sleep called to him, knowing he was never going to get stronger if he fell asleep every time he used his powers.

So, instead Kiku just laid there, eyes closed, headphones resting on his ears to prevent the loud noises from hurting his brain anymore than it was going to.