Seto's POV
"So, Seto. The doctor and I have discussed your homecoming for a while now, and we think that you are in good enough health to return to your former living establishment." The nurse declared. I rolled my eyes, looking up from the manga that I'd been re-reading. (Most of it was in Japanese, so I never really read it in the first place, though.)She didn't seem to notice, and continued; "So, by Tomorrow, you will be back at wherever you lived before, Hun!"
Whoop de friggin do, back to the orphanage I go.
I can be very, very sarcastic at times... I guess it just depends on how bored I get...
"Mkay, I guess." I replied boredly, with a small shrug. This hospital room, after a week of being post-coma stricken, was painfully bleak. I was sure that the white walls would leave a painful gleam in my vision for a few months, seeing as they were so sterile that light seemed to bounce off them and try to blind me on the way back around.
The world just hates me like that, I guess...
"Can I leave, like, now?" I inquired, wanting to get out of this sterile room ASAP. The nurse frowned, before she picked up a clipboard that laid next to her on the table, and busily flipped through the pages.
"Hm... Yes, I don't see why not. I'll go and get a wheelchair" I frowned, wheelchair? She noticed this, and before I could ask, she said "it's a rule. Only until we get to the main doors, though...” And with that, she left the room. I used this time to grab my runic book, which was skillfully hidden under a pile of comic books. Just as I hid the slim book in one of my oversized grey hoodies' pockets, the nurse returned with an old wheelchair that I regretfully sat down in. I crossed my arms as if I were some young child, only to annoy the nurse. (annoying the nurses was in fact one of the things I did to keep myself same in that last room...) it was quite amusing to see the nurses ask each other if they'd thrown a cotton ball or some other doctor thing at them, when really it was just me trying to find a cure for boredom.
I admit that I'm an odd person, I do...
I probably looked like crap, with my far slightly bruised and that new scar on my face, but I honestly didn't give a crap about my appearance- I was getting out of this stinkin' hospital! After two months of being in a friggin coma! As much as I hated being outside-if I could help it- I was so, so glad to be going outside again...
As we came to the front doors, I stood up easily, and rolled my shoulders. It felt weird to stand up after so long of being down, even though I did get up and walk around nearly every day. Keeping my still-broken arm and book in tow, I walked out into the waiting room. Everyone seemed to be so self-involved that they didn't notice me as I walked toward the entrance of the building.
Go figure...
The hospital was a good 10-20 minute walk away from the orphanage, but I didn't really mind. I needed the exercise anyway... Luckily, it was sunset and the roads that wound through Everlost were littered with few-to-no cars, a few teenagers (who I avoided the gaze of), and a few of the homeless who didn't bother to ask me for spare change. The light from the setting sun and a few street lamps helped guide me back to the street of the orphanage.
That place was as home as I was ever going to get, because I know that I'm a virtually un-adoptable. I mean, who would want a teenager with social and anxiety issues, who is also ADHD and, of course, likes both guys and girls? Not to mention that I was a sorcerer, after all... Basically, I was 100% sure that I wasn't going to get adopted any time soon...
As I turned the familiar corners, my heart started to race a little bit faster. What if Chase and his gang were waiting right around the corner, waiting to finish what they'd started?
I crept up slowly- around the way to the orphanage was also the way that I'd been trapped in as I was almost beaten to death... I was probably being paranoid, but that thought didn't keep me from looking over my shoulder a few times, as well as re-adjusting the sling/cast slightly every few moments.
Yes, yes, a good old trip down memory lane... Now hurry up and get inside... hooray, that annoying voice in my head is back! I was thinking that I'd had it beaten out of me [though I would grateful for that too...]
I quickened my pace as I turned down a familiar street, my footsteps echoing into the empty alleyways. You're just being paranoid, I told myself, as I made it to the big oak doors of "Rosa's Children's Home"
Home, sweet home...
A quick thing you should know about Rosa's Children's Home is that it mostly houses the peculiar type, the magical beings, and such. The types that would otherwise be hurt for who they were (*cough cough*Like You *CoughCough* that voice in my head sneered, though I just ignored it...)There were many sorcerers and mages that called this place their home, though none of their power combined would ever be akin to mine. A curse, more than a blessing, if you ask me...
Another thing was that the building was made up of wood and chiseled stone, an odd combination, but nice nonetheless. The tall stained-glass windows were framed by oak wood, as much of the house was, and the foundations were made of stone that had been chiseled with many runic symbols and small mythical animals, just for the hell of it.
I took a deep breath, and walked up the steps. The old oak wood creaked under my weight [which was little to none] but held up as I reached for the old brass doorknob. The door creaked open, and I sighed before taking a few steps into the old home.
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((I had to go through all 45 OC requests to pick out a few... lol, they are all amazing!))
Upon entrance, the sound of laughter echoed reverberated through the semi-dark hallways. To anyone unfamiliar to the orphanage, this would have seemed peculiar, and somewhat creepy. But to me, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.
I could hear Luna, one of the other magical beings, screaming at some videogame that, based off her vulgar language, was Portal 2. Funny, she rarely talked unless it was to scream at some puzzle game...
Sarah, a little 10 year old with chocolate brown eyes and equally brown hair, who's older sister was a year older than me, looked towards the open doorway. When she saw me, silhouetted in the doorway by the rays of the setting sun, probably looking like crap, her eyes widened in surprise, and excitement, as she yelled up the stairs; "Guys! Seto's back!"
