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I am woken up to the sound of clicking. There is an unknown man hovering over me with a key. He reaches close and clicks open the shackle around my wrist. I find out my other wrist has already be unshackled. I can freely move my arms now. The muscles scream inside of me from lack of use and malnutrition. I can finally see the extent of my wasting. I guess I had been in a coma or something…
“You are moving to a new place” The man states. His eyes are large and brown. He stares at me with bags lining the underside of his lids in deep shades of blue. He grins. Wide and Toothy as he reaches to unlock the shackles around my feet. I’m moving. But where? Somewhere nicer? Warmer? Less quiet? Oh, it gets so quiet at night. So deathly quiet. And it terrifies me.
“Where?” I ask. Not wanting to speak any more than that. The man pockets his key and looks back towards me. He has spiky brown hair. Much like his eyes.
“I believe you are going to stay with Arima” He smiles. Why so smiley? He gives me the creeps. But Arima? Yes! I have really come to enjoy that man’s company. He made sure to see me very often. To feed and read books to me. The brown-haired man collects up the shackles and puts them away into a special looking case. He then jots a few notes down before leaving the room.
“Arima is on his way, so just wait here” He chirped as he disappeared through the door. The door, which was conveniently left wide open. I take up the chance to explore. The first time I’ve been allowed to walk since I woke up from that awful sleep. I sit up and swing my legs over the bed. Slowly and carefully I put weight onto both of my feet. Using the bed for support I stand. My ankles buckle beneath me and I crumple to the ground. Ouch. Dammit. Not strong enough yet.
“Haise?” A voice echoes through the door as I attempt to get into a crawling position. It vaguely sounded like Arima’s. I manage to pull myself along the ground, much like a baby beginning to crawl. I poke my head out of the door frame to see two men conversing just outside. One was unmistakably Arima Kishou. His hands clutching the handles of a wheel chair. Right. Idiot me.
“Haise…” Arima sighs as he turns his attention away from the smiley brown-haired man. He pushes the wheelchair closer to the door and looks down at me with disappointment.
“Uh… I tried to walk… Sorry Da- Sir” Slip of my tongue, so close. He must’ve heard the falter in my speech. Was I really going to call him Dad?
“You are not healthy enough yet” He states. His face emotionless. “Come on, let’s get you up”