Speechless. 7 (FINAL)
Title: Speechless
Author: hotfruits
Prompt: 12. Excitement at 30emotions
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keito-centric. HSJ. Keito/Hikaru. Yabu/Takaki.
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: It was a day like any other day, and the thought that maybe I should be worried never struck me.
AN: Hospital!Keito. A big *GLOMP* to ai_star, hikaru_is_love and candyapplegirls ♥
x-posted to jent_fanfics, hikatorabu, heysay_fanfic and hsj_fics
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Although my major problem is my lack of speech, I also have a difficult time remembering things. I can't remember the day I moved to England or the day I moved back, but I can remember the time I spent there. I can't recall the last names of the friends I made but I can remember their firsts, Peter with the shaggy hair and Ella with the button nose. I can't remember debuting or the dance steps to Ultra Music Power, but I can remember Star Time and playing the guitar with the Hey!Say!JUMP band. I can't remember exactly what my mother looks like, but I know she smells of apples because of the shampoo she uses for her long, black hair. I can only remember meeting Kota and Kei as a junior, the others are a bit of blur but the doctors tell me that the pieces will fall back into place as time goes on and my body heals.
I also have a bit of trouble walking, not so much from brain damage as from being so stationary in almost two months now. I see a physical therapist on the days I don't see my speech therapist. Ryutaro and Yuri often come to these appointments, and they'll help me out by stretching my legs for me and holding my arms as I struggle to stand. They're the only two who haven't gone to one of my speech sessions, and I'm not certain but I figure this sudden change, me not being able to talk, is still hitting them. Yuri seems to have adapted to it better than Ryutaro though, who still gives me a confused look when I write down my responses, rather than speaking them.
My therapist asks me to wiggle my hips, and with Ryutaro's hold on my right side and Yuri's on my left, I move my hips side to side. "Good, Good," my therapist says, "Now try moving them like a figure eight."
I try but it hurts, my hips feel stiff and they protest against the movement but I force it anyways, determined to do this. I already can't speak and have trouble remembering my life, I am not losing my ability to move also, especially my ability to dance. It's something I have never been particularly talented at, but a good part of my career has been based on dancing and so I am determined to get it back, maybe even better than before.
"Good, that's good Keito. Chinen-kun, Morimoto-kun, let go of Keito. I want to see if he can stand on his own."
Reluctantly, the two leave my side and I am standing, tall and proud and by myself, and to some it would seem like nothing but to me, it's everything. It's progress, it's working my way back to a normal life and Yuri and Ryutaro are smiling widely at me, and I smile happily in return.
"Great! Try taking a few steps on your own."
I nod and move my foot forward, my leg feels exceptionally heavy but I take another step and another, until I am only a few steps away from Yuri. He gives me an encouraging nod and I take another step, but this time my leg gives out on me and I fall to the floor, gasping as pain runs up my side.
Wait...
I glance around and everyone is starring at me in shock, and tears well up in Yuri's eyes as he kneels towards me. Lifting me up, he starts crying as he says, "Keito, you made a sound."
I feel dazed and a little bit jaded, til Ryutaro jabs me in the side with his elbow and I yelp, the sound loud and shrieky and Yuri throws his arms around my waist, laughing happily while still sobbing and Ryutaro smiles before running out of the room, no doubt he's about to call the others and tell them the good news.
It seems to only take a few minutes til everyone is in that therapy room, and Kota is smiling at me in approval, as if saying 'See, never give up,' and Yuya glomps me, childish voice ringing with excitement and I laugh, and it's only a whisper but it's something, it's almost everything. Daiki claps me on the shoulder and says, "Thank God, the youngins' were depending on me for their English homework."
Once he preys Yuya off of me, Kei is hugging me next, with promises of beautiful music in our future. He steps away and saucily winks at me, and it's been awhile since I've seen that devilish side of Kei. I can see it in their eyes, til Ryosuke jumps into my vision that the group, our group, is almost complete. Once I find my voice, we'll be Hey!Say!JUMP again, singing and dancing our way across Japan.
"Oi, stop thinking!" Ryosuke commands and kisses my cheek, and I can smell his strawberry lip gloss. Hikaru hugs me next, happy tears in his eyes like Yuri's as he brushes his lips against mine, a simple and sweet kiss. He steps away and burrows himself into Kei's arms, crying into his neck and Kei rubs his back, calling him a loser.
"Keito," I turn my attention to the next person in front of me, Yuto and with another tiny gasp, I am pulled into a tight hug, "God," Yuto sniffles and finally he breaks and cries, clinging to me like a child after a terrifying nightmare.
"I thought we were gonna lose you, Keito. I thought you were gonna die and you did die, twice and each time I couldn't take it, it killed me and this, all of this and," Yuto begins to hyperventilate, "But then you woke up and I thought all was okay but it wasn't, you couldn't talk and you were so sad Keito, you looked like you wanted to die but damnit, you can't leave me Keito. I need you."
I find myself crying too, holding Yuto as close to me as I humanly can. I can't comfort him with words yet, I can only make tiny sounds but soon, I'll tell Yuto that I love him and that I need him too, and it's possible I'll physically leave him one day but as long as he loves me, I'll always be in his heart.
Soon, I will find my voice and I will scream, I will laugh and I will cry and I'll tell my friends and parents everyday that I love them. Once my voice returns, I'll be me again, Okamoto Keito, guitar playing and Engrish gentlemen extraordinaire.
Author: hotfruits
Prompt: 12. Excitement at 30emotions
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keito-centric. HSJ. Keito/Hikaru. Yabu/Takaki.
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: It was a day like any other day, and the thought that maybe I should be worried never struck me.
AN: Hospital!Keito. A big *GLOMP* to ai_star, hikaru_is_love and candyapplegirls ♥
x-posted to jent_fanfics, hikatorabu, heysay_fanfic and hsj_fics
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Six
Although my major problem is my lack of speech, I also have a difficult time remembering things. I can't remember the day I moved to England or the day I moved back, but I can remember the time I spent there. I can't recall the last names of the friends I made but I can remember their firsts, Peter with the shaggy hair and Ella with the button nose. I can't remember debuting or the dance steps to Ultra Music Power, but I can remember Star Time and playing the guitar with the Hey!Say!JUMP band. I can't remember exactly what my mother looks like, but I know she smells of apples because of the shampoo she uses for her long, black hair. I can only remember meeting Kota and Kei as a junior, the others are a bit of blur but the doctors tell me that the pieces will fall back into place as time goes on and my body heals.
I also have a bit of trouble walking, not so much from brain damage as from being so stationary in almost two months now. I see a physical therapist on the days I don't see my speech therapist. Ryutaro and Yuri often come to these appointments, and they'll help me out by stretching my legs for me and holding my arms as I struggle to stand. They're the only two who haven't gone to one of my speech sessions, and I'm not certain but I figure this sudden change, me not being able to talk, is still hitting them. Yuri seems to have adapted to it better than Ryutaro though, who still gives me a confused look when I write down my responses, rather than speaking them.
My therapist asks me to wiggle my hips, and with Ryutaro's hold on my right side and Yuri's on my left, I move my hips side to side. "Good, Good," my therapist says, "Now try moving them like a figure eight."
I try but it hurts, my hips feel stiff and they protest against the movement but I force it anyways, determined to do this. I already can't speak and have trouble remembering my life, I am not losing my ability to move also, especially my ability to dance. It's something I have never been particularly talented at, but a good part of my career has been based on dancing and so I am determined to get it back, maybe even better than before.
"Good, that's good Keito. Chinen-kun, Morimoto-kun, let go of Keito. I want to see if he can stand on his own."
Reluctantly, the two leave my side and I am standing, tall and proud and by myself, and to some it would seem like nothing but to me, it's everything. It's progress, it's working my way back to a normal life and Yuri and Ryutaro are smiling widely at me, and I smile happily in return.
"Great! Try taking a few steps on your own."
I nod and move my foot forward, my leg feels exceptionally heavy but I take another step and another, until I am only a few steps away from Yuri. He gives me an encouraging nod and I take another step, but this time my leg gives out on me and I fall to the floor, gasping as pain runs up my side.
Wait...
I glance around and everyone is starring at me in shock, and tears well up in Yuri's eyes as he kneels towards me. Lifting me up, he starts crying as he says, "Keito, you made a sound."
I feel dazed and a little bit jaded, til Ryutaro jabs me in the side with his elbow and I yelp, the sound loud and shrieky and Yuri throws his arms around my waist, laughing happily while still sobbing and Ryutaro smiles before running out of the room, no doubt he's about to call the others and tell them the good news.
It seems to only take a few minutes til everyone is in that therapy room, and Kota is smiling at me in approval, as if saying 'See, never give up,' and Yuya glomps me, childish voice ringing with excitement and I laugh, and it's only a whisper but it's something, it's almost everything. Daiki claps me on the shoulder and says, "Thank God, the youngins' were depending on me for their English homework."
Once he preys Yuya off of me, Kei is hugging me next, with promises of beautiful music in our future. He steps away and saucily winks at me, and it's been awhile since I've seen that devilish side of Kei. I can see it in their eyes, til Ryosuke jumps into my vision that the group, our group, is almost complete. Once I find my voice, we'll be Hey!Say!JUMP again, singing and dancing our way across Japan.
"Oi, stop thinking!" Ryosuke commands and kisses my cheek, and I can smell his strawberry lip gloss. Hikaru hugs me next, happy tears in his eyes like Yuri's as he brushes his lips against mine, a simple and sweet kiss. He steps away and burrows himself into Kei's arms, crying into his neck and Kei rubs his back, calling him a loser.
"Keito," I turn my attention to the next person in front of me, Yuto and with another tiny gasp, I am pulled into a tight hug, "God," Yuto sniffles and finally he breaks and cries, clinging to me like a child after a terrifying nightmare.
"I thought we were gonna lose you, Keito. I thought you were gonna die and you did die, twice and each time I couldn't take it, it killed me and this, all of this and," Yuto begins to hyperventilate, "But then you woke up and I thought all was okay but it wasn't, you couldn't talk and you were so sad Keito, you looked like you wanted to die but damnit, you can't leave me Keito. I need you."
I find myself crying too, holding Yuto as close to me as I humanly can. I can't comfort him with words yet, I can only make tiny sounds but soon, I'll tell Yuto that I love him and that I need him too, and it's possible I'll physically leave him one day but as long as he loves me, I'll always be in his heart.
Soon, I will find my voice and I will scream, I will laugh and I will cry and I'll tell my friends and parents everyday that I love them. Once my voice returns, I'll be me again, Okamoto Keito, guitar playing and Engrish gentlemen extraordinaire.