After a few minutes, the nurse arrives back with a worried expression on her face, peaking aois hidden fear.
That ain't fucking good. Well better write my will and testament now.
The nurse sighs and stands over aoi and Shiromi, who remains unconscious.
"Spill then we have a meeting to go to." Aoi grumbles, her arms crossed and hidden. The nurse says nothing, glancing over at Shiromi.
"I don't know. She shows symptoms for a lung disease, yet the strangest symptom of what looks like flowers is what baffles me." The nurse replies, holding out a clear, sealed biohazard bag showing the same stained petals, making aoi lose her mask for a slight second.
The fuck- is that what I saw then. Huh fucking great.
The nurse says nothing, and hands aoi the bag, who takes it and leaves it to the side. Shiromi remains almost lifeless on the bed.
Aoi glances over and just stares, unsure of how to feel. "She's got roughly three months left. It's incurable." The nurse answers, and aoi doesn't respond not really shock about the time span.
Great. Is there even a point of me even bothering. She's gonna die, and it's just more fucking waste of time
The nurse walks away, knowing she has to work on other things. Aoi on the other hand just stands there, clenching the bag as if it's the cause of everything.
The fuck should I do!? I can't be asked to be a waste of time watching her die! I'm not cut of for this! Why the fuck was I even told, hell why did I yes!?
Aoi grumbles and tenses up in frustration, tempted to punch the nurse or anyone out cold.
Shiromi suddenly shifts slightly, suddenly snapping aoi out of her trance, almost showing the worry.
"Man that hurts." Shiromi mumbles, shakily getting up, already knowing aoi is there. "Misssd me dragon Chan?" Shiromi smirks, as aoi doesn't respond, just stuck looking at her, which is not like her.
"Shut up shitromi move" aoi snaps back, trying to hide the bag, as Shiromi stands up, glancing at aoi with the same smirk, even though her face is struggling to stay stable.
"We have a meeting dammit" aoi adds, pushing Shiromi pass her as neither move from their spot.
"Getting touchy dragon Chan?~" Shiromi snickers, as aoi goes redder than info - Chan.
"Fuck off shortromi!" Aoi yells, as Shiromi laughs and walks away, as if she's back to normal. Aoi grumbles and holds the bag tighter, only to find it's something else.
Aoi pauses and glances at the thing in her hand, and finds it to be piece of paper.
What the fuck! How? Ugh forget it, it's Yoshi, I can't be asked to even think about it. Damnit getting another headache.
Aoi rubs her head after shoving the paper into her pocket, and walking away, glad there's nobody around.
After walking a bit, aoi walks into council room, and grabs the laptop, before walking awkwardly to the meeting room.
Shiromi takes her seat as the other club leaders do as well. All Taking there allocated seats except aoi who drops the laptop off and walks away.
"Ryugoku-san-" kuroko tries to stop her, however aoi walks away, slamming the door shut.
Shiromi giggles and glances at the rest of the group, knowing instantly what's going to be the main subject.
*Time skip because I'm lazy*
Aoi leans against the wall next to the gate entrance, knowing she's gotta wait. Her mind wanders back to the note, and the curiousity takes over. Taking it out, she can spot the blood stains already, making something resonate within her Chest.
Wait. Why the fuck do I feel sympathy!? She's aware she's dying why should I care!? She doesn't care.
Aoi slaps herself in a attempt to snap out of it, but has no luck, as she holds the note still, knowing not to even open it.
Sighing, she glances at the entrance, and looks at the note again. Fucking screw this. Aoi grumbles and walks away, wanting to go somewhere else.
After a few minutes to wandering, aoi sits down onto a random bench, grabbing her head whilst trying to understand what's going on.
Why the fuck is this all happening!? These nightmares, osana dying, me having to be some idoits butler! I can't fucking concentrate. Why do I can so much!? I never did before. Besides, I don't know shit about her, and I sure as hell not gonna try.
She squeezes her head more, knowing she's looking like a idoit.
Megs said not to get close with neither of them, because they will most likely die! So why does it hurt when I see any of them suffer. And why is shitromi so clingy!? Why me.
Aoi sighs and stands up, and decides to walk back to Shiromis house, knowing she's gonna be asked a million questions.
Opening the door, aoi finds nobody or any sign that she's even there.
She should be back now.
Where is she.
Aoi walks around the either house and finds no trance of Shiromi. A slight protective growl escapes aoi as she smashes the door open, glancing around the pathway.
Where the fuck is she.
Aois phone suddenly rings and she almost smashes it with her grip alone.
Akane whimpers down the phone, spiking aois attention.
It's akane dear, ive found Shiromi, she's out cold-
Aois eye widens as she stands there.
"Where the fuck is she!?"
She's been attacked- by the town.
Aoi snaps and runs.
The people are still guarding, dear don't do anything stu-
Aoi hangs up, and runs.
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the luck of the tiger( Dis Continued)
Fanfiction(yes. this is a ryugoshi cause idk) I need mental help I swear. le plot: a few weeks, and everything seems fine. the council see only ayano as a problem. but, as if the timer had ran out, shiromi suddenly gains a mythical disease only told in folkl...
