Haruhi's older brother

Chapter 7

~Takashi P.O.V~

Kenta just passed out in my arms, and I quickly picked him up bridle style, unlocked the door and ran to the nurses office.

When I reached it, I set Kenta down on one of the beds and went to get the nurse. I couldn't help but think how he got in this state whilst the nurse wrapped bandages around his arms. I heard the doors slam open and a male with blonde with blue eyes came rushing in.

"Shit! What happened?!" He asked, panic evident in his voice.

"He was in the toilets, and passed out because he cut himself" I told the stranger with worry in my normally emotionless voice.

"Dammit!! This is all my fault!! Why the fuck did I say that?!" I could tell he was stressing. "Urm... Anyway, I'm Max, and you are?"

"I'm Takashi, but most people call me Mori" I told Max, glancing at him.

"So, how do you know Kenta?" He asked.

"I knew him when we were younger, we both did kendo, and we were in competitions together. I also went to America for a few competitions and fought against him. He probably doesn't remember me" I told him. When I looked back at Kenta and saw he was awake.

"Oh...I thought I knew you from somewhere" Kenta said, his voice sounding dry.

~Kenta P.O.V~

I woke up and heard everything that Takashi said to Max, 'oh, that explain why I recognised him'.

"Oh...I thought I knew you from somewhere" I said, my voice dry.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!!!??" Max yelled, more like screamed at me. "I was worried sick" He almost whispered.

"Sorry, it just...it just brought back stuff that I didn't want to remember" I told them, looking down at my lap. When I raised my head again, I saw that Takashi had a confused look on his face. 'guess I've got some explaining to do'.

"When I was in America, I was constantly bullied for being gay and for being the new kid from Japan, who hardly spoke any English. Whilst I was there, I only had three friends, Max, June, and Saf. I was walking home from kendo practice one day...and...I was hit by a lorry. It came out of now were. It was speeding, and I couldn't move away fast enough." I had tears streaming down my face by now, but I had to continue. "I was out for about two months. I had broken three ribs, my left leg was crushed, and amputated. I broke my right arm, and had concussion. And, I also a heart transplant because one of my ribs punctured it, and it failed. I was released from hospital and I had depression and an artificial leg. Then I started posting videos of me singing and I got a famous, and got more money. But then I thought it was time to go home, so here I am"

Once I finished, Takashi was looking at me in shock, to be honest I don't blame him.

"Can I...Erm, see your leg?" Takashi asked kinda awkwardly. I pulled my left trouser leg up to show Takashi my black artificial leg.

"Erm, anyway, we should get back to lessons" Once I said that, Max and Takashi helped me stand up. I looked at the clock, and saw it was 11:59. I quickly rummaged through my bag and pulled out my meds and a bottle of water. I quickly took out a pill from the bottles I needed, and quickly shoved one in mouth mouth and had a big swig of water, and did the same with the other. I then shoved everything back in my bag and went with Max to our lesson, not before saying a small 'goodbye'.