Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 065: Passing
Title: Head Case
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji; Ibu Nami (mother), Ishida Tetsu, Ibu Rumiko
Prompt: 065: Passing
Word Count: 728
Rating: G
Summary: A journey into a concussed mind.
Author's Notes: This follows up on the head injury Shinji received in Prophecy.
And a big thank you to skyangel2009 who just read my mind about my plans for this!
Main table can be found here
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Everything seemed all right, so Shinji was not kept in the hospital, despite having a concussion. A mild concussion, his mother was assured, but she should still watch her son carefully. Taking the doctor’s words to heart, Nami dragged her son straight home and into bed.
“Mama,” Shinji protested. “I have homework, and I need to call Akira, and Tetsu, and I should really take a shower, it’s not good hygiene to have practiced and not shower, and besides, I smell like the hospital, and I need to get that off me because I hate hospitals….”
Nami shook her head. “Hitting your head didn’t fasten your tongue down any. You’ll have a note from the doctor, and you can shower in the morning. Just rest for now. I’m sure that you have a killer headache.”
“I do….” Shinji sounded resigned as he laid down on his bed.
“Then rest. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Nami bit her lip, trying to hide her worry. “Call if you need me. I’ll keep your sisters away.” She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Shinji waited until he could head his mother descend the stairs, then slowly sat up. Yes, his head was pounding, and all right, maybe he couldn’t see straight, but that was no reason to not do his homework…. Shinji crept over to his desk, opened a book, then squinted at the writing. “What language is this…maybe Akira will know.” Shinji reached over for the phone and dialed a familiar number. When someone picked up, Shinji started talking. “Akira…I need your help with something.”
“This isn’t Akira, it’s Tetsu. Are you doing better, Shinji? We were worried.”
“Tetsu? Are you living with Akira now? And you didn’t tell me?” Shinji found himself pouting into the phone. “That’s mean, to not tell your best friend that the two of you were moving in together.”
“Shinji! I am not living with Akira. You called my house.” Ishida sounded concerned. “Should you really be on the phone?”
“I have to be.” Shinji started to nod, but winced instead. “I need help with the Spanish.”
“Spanish? But…we don’t take Spanish….”
“Then French…maybe Italian.” Shinji squinted at the page in front of him. “Actually, I don’t know. Are we taking Martian?”
“Martian.” Ishida’s voice sounded taken aback. “Shinji….”
“Yes. It has to be Martian. It’s a plot from the aliens to take over our minds so they can take over the planet. I don’t know why anyone hasn’t figured that out yet, it’s so obvious, but maybe they are already controlling people’s minds….”
“Shinji! There are no such things as Martians.” Ishida was starting to sound worried. “Maybe you should go back to bed.”
“Oh, Tetsu.” Shinji’s voice almost sounded heartbroken. “They got you, too…that’s what they want you to think. It’s all right. I’ll take care of it….” He hung up, ignoring Ishida’s shouted protests. “Now, if I were a Martian, where would I control people from…of course. Tokyo Tower.” Standing, Shinji swayed, then left his room and started staggering for the stairs.
He was halfway down when Rumiko spotted him. “Shin-chan! You’re not supposed to be up…Mama! Shinji’s coming down the stairs!”
Nami came running out of the kitchen. “Shinji! I told you to call if you needed something, not come down here.”
“You can’t help. I’m the only one who can do this.” Ignoring his mother, he stumbled past her and towards the door, grabbing onto the wall when a wave of dizziness overtook him.
“And where do you think you’re going, young man?” Nami followed him down the hall.
“Tokyo Tower. The Martians have Tetsu, and I have to stop them….” Shinji was grateful to sit down and try and figure out his shoes.
“You are going nowhere but to bed.” Nami snatched his shoes away. “There are no Martians, and even if there were, they’d kill you in this condition.”
Shinji stood up quickly. “I need my shoes, I-” He swayed suddenly.
“Shinji?” Nami touched his shoulder, worried.
“I think that the Martians got me….” The blood drained from Shinji’s face as he passed out cold in a heap on the floor.
Nami looked at her son and sighed. “Better the Martians than what I would’ve done had you walked out the door. Rumi-chan, get your father. Someone has to pour Shinji back into bed.”
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji; Ibu Nami (mother), Ishida Tetsu, Ibu Rumiko
Prompt: 065: Passing
Word Count: 728
Rating: G
Summary: A journey into a concussed mind.
Author's Notes: This follows up on the head injury Shinji received in Prophecy.
And a big thank you to skyangel2009 who just read my mind about my plans for this!
Main table can be found here
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Everything seemed all right, so Shinji was not kept in the hospital, despite having a concussion. A mild concussion, his mother was assured, but she should still watch her son carefully. Taking the doctor’s words to heart, Nami dragged her son straight home and into bed.
“Mama,” Shinji protested. “I have homework, and I need to call Akira, and Tetsu, and I should really take a shower, it’s not good hygiene to have practiced and not shower, and besides, I smell like the hospital, and I need to get that off me because I hate hospitals….”
Nami shook her head. “Hitting your head didn’t fasten your tongue down any. You’ll have a note from the doctor, and you can shower in the morning. Just rest for now. I’m sure that you have a killer headache.”
“I do….” Shinji sounded resigned as he laid down on his bed.
“Then rest. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Nami bit her lip, trying to hide her worry. “Call if you need me. I’ll keep your sisters away.” She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Shinji waited until he could head his mother descend the stairs, then slowly sat up. Yes, his head was pounding, and all right, maybe he couldn’t see straight, but that was no reason to not do his homework…. Shinji crept over to his desk, opened a book, then squinted at the writing. “What language is this…maybe Akira will know.” Shinji reached over for the phone and dialed a familiar number. When someone picked up, Shinji started talking. “Akira…I need your help with something.”
“This isn’t Akira, it’s Tetsu. Are you doing better, Shinji? We were worried.”
“Tetsu? Are you living with Akira now? And you didn’t tell me?” Shinji found himself pouting into the phone. “That’s mean, to not tell your best friend that the two of you were moving in together.”
“Shinji! I am not living with Akira. You called my house.” Ishida sounded concerned. “Should you really be on the phone?”
“I have to be.” Shinji started to nod, but winced instead. “I need help with the Spanish.”
“Spanish? But…we don’t take Spanish….”
“Then French…maybe Italian.” Shinji squinted at the page in front of him. “Actually, I don’t know. Are we taking Martian?”
“Martian.” Ishida’s voice sounded taken aback. “Shinji….”
“Yes. It has to be Martian. It’s a plot from the aliens to take over our minds so they can take over the planet. I don’t know why anyone hasn’t figured that out yet, it’s so obvious, but maybe they are already controlling people’s minds….”
“Shinji! There are no such things as Martians.” Ishida was starting to sound worried. “Maybe you should go back to bed.”
“Oh, Tetsu.” Shinji’s voice almost sounded heartbroken. “They got you, too…that’s what they want you to think. It’s all right. I’ll take care of it….” He hung up, ignoring Ishida’s shouted protests. “Now, if I were a Martian, where would I control people from…of course. Tokyo Tower.” Standing, Shinji swayed, then left his room and started staggering for the stairs.
He was halfway down when Rumiko spotted him. “Shin-chan! You’re not supposed to be up…Mama! Shinji’s coming down the stairs!”
Nami came running out of the kitchen. “Shinji! I told you to call if you needed something, not come down here.”
“You can’t help. I’m the only one who can do this.” Ignoring his mother, he stumbled past her and towards the door, grabbing onto the wall when a wave of dizziness overtook him.
“And where do you think you’re going, young man?” Nami followed him down the hall.
“Tokyo Tower. The Martians have Tetsu, and I have to stop them….” Shinji was grateful to sit down and try and figure out his shoes.
“You are going nowhere but to bed.” Nami snatched his shoes away. “There are no Martians, and even if there were, they’d kill you in this condition.”
Shinji stood up quickly. “I need my shoes, I-” He swayed suddenly.
“Shinji?” Nami touched his shoulder, worried.
“I think that the Martians got me….” The blood drained from Shinji’s face as he passed out cold in a heap on the floor.
Nami looked at her son and sighed. “Better the Martians than what I would’ve done had you walked out the door. Rumi-chan, get your father. Someone has to pour Shinji back into bed.”
--The End--