Post by Kuno Kenji on Jan 8, 2017 16:59:06 GMT -6
It felt like he was moving, but how could he be moving? He was lying down, wasn’t he? No, he saw lights moving past in front of his eyes, he was definitely moving… Wait! Why were there light in front of him, was he looking up at the roof? Yes, that must be it, he felt a pressure on his back too, he must be lying down, but then what were the two straps of pressure across his chest, was he tied down? He tried sitting up, and found that whatever it was, it held him down. Yes, he must be tied down, but why was he tied down… and moving, and how?
He could hear the incessant squeaking of metal wheels, was he on a stretcher, why would he be on a stretcher? He tried to look around, but he couldn’t, he was unable to move it; there was something on his neck, something that was keeping him from turning his head, but what could be on his neck, and why? He tried to think, see what the last thing he remembered was…
He remembered a voice, a female voice projected through some kind of speaker system… but what did it say? Wasn’t it something like: “Here is your winner, Kuno Kenji!!!”
Oh that’s right, he won the match against yAndre, but then why was he being wheeled around on a stretcher, something must have happened afterward, but he really couldn’t remember what it was.
A voice and the jarring stop of the stretcher roused Kuno from his mental wanderings.
Michael: Let me see him, dammit!
: Sorry, sir; we can’t let you-
Michael interrupted, his voice distraught
Michael: Oh god, it’s not that bad is it? He’s not in a coma, please tell me he’s not in a coma!
: Calm down, sir; he’s alright, but it’s hospital policy to only let family and significant others through to see patients during the first hours of their stay-
Kuno: T-then let him through, he’s my… we’re together.
Kuno’s voice was stronger than he had anticipated, but he still faltered rather than saying the word “boyfriend”.
Slightly taken aback by the words from their patient, the staff let Michael past; as he approached he lifted his arms as if to hug the prone Kuno; then, thinking better of it, he settled for tightly gripping the neko’s hand as the stretcher started moving again.
Michael: Are you alright?
Kuno: I-i think so; what happened? The last thing I remember is the bell after I won.
Michael: Well, apparently Andre couldn’t handle losing to you and tackled you from behind, and then he hit you with a Piledriver on the table…
The disdain in Michael’s voice obvious
Kuno: Oh….
Michael looked down, concerned.
Michael: You really don’t remember any of that?
Kuno: Erhm… I think I remember the tackle, but nothing after that; I-is that bad?
Michael: Oh, I’m sure it’s fine; I’ll just talk to the bookers and make sure they don't book you next-
Kuno: No!
Michael froze in his attempt to reassure his partner as the stretcher reaches its destination, the staff standing back, apparently satisfied that Kuno’s neck can wait a minute.
Kuno: I mean… Please don’t, if I don’t show up, then Andre will think he won; I need to show that he didn’t beat me.
Michael: Oh baby… I understand, but you could be seriously hurt, I just don’t want you to aggravate the injury…
Kuno: Sorry, Miku, but if I am able to walk down to the ring next week, then I will.
Michael: KayKay, please…
: Sir, you’re going to have to leave; he needs medical attention.
Michael: Just a little more time, please.
Despite his protests, Michael is escorted out of the room, leaving just after throwing one last distraught look at Kuno.
The night was sleepless for both men, as Kuno was kept awake by the constant actions and check-ups from doctors and nurses; Michael was staring up at the ceiling of this week's hotel room, kept awake by nothing but his thoughts.
He couldn’t let Kuno compete, could he? He was hurt, and from how he couldn’t remember Andre’s beatdown, he had to be dealing with a pretty serious concussion, there was no way that he would be ready for a competitive, hard-fought match as soon as next week.
Maybe he could call the bookers and ask for them to place him against Captain Zero or something, Kuno would never have to know… No, that would be totally out of line, he couldn’t, could he? If Kuno found out, he would be devastated.
God dammit, Kuno was his responsibility, if he was too hell bent on fighting to realize what was good for him, then it was Michael’s job to make sure he didn’t get himself killed.
Reaching a decision, he picked up his cell from the nightstand, then, hesitating; he entered the number for his boss.
Michael: Hello, Sir; it’s Michael, Michael Sterling…
The next day Michael finally got the call telling him that he was able to visit his partner.
When he walked into the room, Kuno was already looking at him expectantly, apparently having smelled the package that he’d brought with him; it hadn’t been easy to convince the female nurse who greeted him to let him bring in the lunchbox, but he had managed.
Michael: I just guessed that you weren’t a fan of the food they offered here.
Kuno: Aww, you didn’t have to~
Contrary to his protests, Kuno’s face shows that bringing the food had been exactly the right call.
Michael: Well, we didn’t exactly say goodbye on the best of terms, so I thought I'd apologize in the best way I could think of.
Kuno giggled at the description of bringing him a 3$ sandwich.
Kuno: Well, apology accepted~
Michael stayed silent as Kuno ate, happy to let the content sighs from Kuno be the only communication between the two.
Michael: So… I called the bookers.
The eating stopped, Kuno looking up at Michael.
Kuno: But I told you-
Michael: ...and I told them to give you the toughest match they could think of, that you wanted to show that you were still in fighting shape.
Kuno: R-really?
Michael: Yes “really”, I understand that this means a lot to you, and while i am worried about you, i trust that you know what you’re doing.
Rather than respond, Kuno opts for simply hugging his boyfriend.
Michael: So, are you going to be okay to fight?
Kuno nodded enthusiastically.
Kuno: Yeah, the nurses said that my neck is fine, it was just a concussion, and I’ll be back near full power by Monday~
Michael: Good…
Michael’s smile was convincing, but it seemed just the tiniest bit forced.
Michael: Because you might need to be.
The words were barely a whisper, but the fluffy ears on top of Kuno’s head perked up, picking up on them.
Kuno: What, why; who am I up against?
Michael’s smile finally drops completely
Michael: Bishop and Necurat, and they teamed you up with Jenson…
Kuno: Oh…
Kuno’s face fell, his expression matching Michael’s for a moment, before suddenly hardening in determination.
Kuno: Perfect…
Michael: What?
Kuno: I’m fighting the World Champ and someone who’s both his good friend and a current contender, while I'm teamed up with someone who I have been arguing and fighting, this is the perfect way to prove that I belong on the top and that anyone can get to the top if they fight hard enough.
Michael’s face softens, and a small smile plays across his face.
Michael: You really are the king of making the silver lining seems larger than the cloud…
Kuno: What does that mean?
Michael: It’s an old saying, it means that you’re very good at finding the good things in a bad situation.
Kuno: Oh, yeah I guess I do that!~
Michael: So… Do you want me to set up your camera for when you get home?
Kuno: Yeah, trust me, I have something to say!
A smile ghosted across his face as the two, slitted eyes flashed a bright amber.
Another week, another VLOG uploaded to Kuno’s now rather viral youtube channel, the familiar upbeat tune of Tokameki Poporon greets all of the returning fans as a short animated intro plays.
The added sound effect of a crowd cheering that greets the appearance of Kuno’s face as the video fades in is not quite as well added as last time, only UCI champions get help from the PR department, but Michael was a rather decent sound editor in his own right, and there was only the slightest hint of a cut when the sound stops.
Kuno: Hello, Moe Stars! And welcome to another video; this week I want to talk directly Kevin-sama, Dion-san, and yes, to you too, Jenson.
Kuno: But before that, I just want to say a few words to yAndre…
The mention of the name triggers boos to be edited in, and also a few angry looking chibis to appear around the edges of the frame.
Kuno: You don’t matter, I really don’t care about the fact that you put me through a table because nothing you can do will change the fact that I beat you, I pinned you Andre, and that’ll never change, learn to live with defeat.
A small, animated microphone falls across the screen, from top to bottom.
Kuno: Now, Jenson; I didn’t want you to come out last night, whether it was to help me or hinder me, I like fighting fair, please respect that this week, and please, just forget about those dice, you have the strength to fight without them; fight with your own power, don’t use the imaginary power of something else.
Kuno: And now, Kevin-sama; The star of this match, and; in my opinion, the star of UCI. You’re an honorable man, Mr. Bishop, not just an honorable fighter, but a truly honorable man, and you’ve risen to the top, and now that you’re there, you’re using your power to give others the opportunities to get there. You’re a shining example of what a Wrestler should be, and I have no real issue with you, but winning this match will make more people care about my fight with Jenson, and so more people will notice when I show the world that it’s better to rely on yourself and people who matter, not just some bogus dice. Anyhow, Kevin-sama; I wish you the best of luck, hopefully, you’ll need it~
Kuno: And last, but not at all least, Dion-san. I relate to you, you’re fighting to get yourself established, you’re fighting tooth and nail to get to the top, and now you have your opportunity, you might be near the end of your journey, all you need to do is fight, and you are fighting, you’re fighting honorably, and with genuine passion, not hate, but a passion to be the best. I respect you, Dion-san; I respect you so much that I hope that if I lose this match…
A short pause, a quick breath.
Kuno: That it’ll be you pinning me…
With a chorus of applause, an animated curtain drops, and the video ends.
He could hear the incessant squeaking of metal wheels, was he on a stretcher, why would he be on a stretcher? He tried to look around, but he couldn’t, he was unable to move it; there was something on his neck, something that was keeping him from turning his head, but what could be on his neck, and why? He tried to think, see what the last thing he remembered was…
He remembered a voice, a female voice projected through some kind of speaker system… but what did it say? Wasn’t it something like: “Here is your winner, Kuno Kenji!!!”
Oh that’s right, he won the match against yAndre, but then why was he being wheeled around on a stretcher, something must have happened afterward, but he really couldn’t remember what it was.
A voice and the jarring stop of the stretcher roused Kuno from his mental wanderings.
Michael: Let me see him, dammit!
: Sorry, sir; we can’t let you-Michael interrupted, his voice distraught
Michael: Oh god, it’s not that bad is it? He’s not in a coma, please tell me he’s not in a coma!
: Calm down, sir; he’s alright, but it’s hospital policy to only let family and significant others through to see patients during the first hours of their stay-Kuno: T-then let him through, he’s my… we’re together.
Kuno’s voice was stronger than he had anticipated, but he still faltered rather than saying the word “boyfriend”.
Slightly taken aback by the words from their patient, the staff let Michael past; as he approached he lifted his arms as if to hug the prone Kuno; then, thinking better of it, he settled for tightly gripping the neko’s hand as the stretcher started moving again.
Michael: Are you alright?
Kuno: I-i think so; what happened? The last thing I remember is the bell after I won.
Michael: Well, apparently Andre couldn’t handle losing to you and tackled you from behind, and then he hit you with a Piledriver on the table…
The disdain in Michael’s voice obvious
Kuno: Oh….
Michael looked down, concerned.
Michael: You really don’t remember any of that?
Kuno: Erhm… I think I remember the tackle, but nothing after that; I-is that bad?
Michael: Oh, I’m sure it’s fine; I’ll just talk to the bookers and make sure they don't book you next-
Kuno: No!
Michael froze in his attempt to reassure his partner as the stretcher reaches its destination, the staff standing back, apparently satisfied that Kuno’s neck can wait a minute.
Kuno: I mean… Please don’t, if I don’t show up, then Andre will think he won; I need to show that he didn’t beat me.
Michael: Oh baby… I understand, but you could be seriously hurt, I just don’t want you to aggravate the injury…
Kuno: Sorry, Miku, but if I am able to walk down to the ring next week, then I will.
Michael: KayKay, please…
: Sir, you’re going to have to leave; he needs medical attention.Michael: Just a little more time, please.
Despite his protests, Michael is escorted out of the room, leaving just after throwing one last distraught look at Kuno.
The night was sleepless for both men, as Kuno was kept awake by the constant actions and check-ups from doctors and nurses; Michael was staring up at the ceiling of this week's hotel room, kept awake by nothing but his thoughts.
He couldn’t let Kuno compete, could he? He was hurt, and from how he couldn’t remember Andre’s beatdown, he had to be dealing with a pretty serious concussion, there was no way that he would be ready for a competitive, hard-fought match as soon as next week.
Maybe he could call the bookers and ask for them to place him against Captain Zero or something, Kuno would never have to know… No, that would be totally out of line, he couldn’t, could he? If Kuno found out, he would be devastated.
God dammit, Kuno was his responsibility, if he was too hell bent on fighting to realize what was good for him, then it was Michael’s job to make sure he didn’t get himself killed.
Reaching a decision, he picked up his cell from the nightstand, then, hesitating; he entered the number for his boss.
Michael: Hello, Sir; it’s Michael, Michael Sterling…
The next day Michael finally got the call telling him that he was able to visit his partner.
When he walked into the room, Kuno was already looking at him expectantly, apparently having smelled the package that he’d brought with him; it hadn’t been easy to convince the female nurse who greeted him to let him bring in the lunchbox, but he had managed.
Michael: I just guessed that you weren’t a fan of the food they offered here.
Kuno: Aww, you didn’t have to~
Contrary to his protests, Kuno’s face shows that bringing the food had been exactly the right call.
Michael: Well, we didn’t exactly say goodbye on the best of terms, so I thought I'd apologize in the best way I could think of.
Kuno giggled at the description of bringing him a 3$ sandwich.
Kuno: Well, apology accepted~
Michael stayed silent as Kuno ate, happy to let the content sighs from Kuno be the only communication between the two.
Michael: So… I called the bookers.
The eating stopped, Kuno looking up at Michael.
Kuno: But I told you-
Michael: ...and I told them to give you the toughest match they could think of, that you wanted to show that you were still in fighting shape.
Kuno: R-really?
Michael: Yes “really”, I understand that this means a lot to you, and while i am worried about you, i trust that you know what you’re doing.
Rather than respond, Kuno opts for simply hugging his boyfriend.
Michael: So, are you going to be okay to fight?
Kuno nodded enthusiastically.
Kuno: Yeah, the nurses said that my neck is fine, it was just a concussion, and I’ll be back near full power by Monday~
Michael: Good…
Michael’s smile was convincing, but it seemed just the tiniest bit forced.
Michael: Because you might need to be.
The words were barely a whisper, but the fluffy ears on top of Kuno’s head perked up, picking up on them.
Kuno: What, why; who am I up against?
Michael’s smile finally drops completely
Michael: Bishop and Necurat, and they teamed you up with Jenson…
Kuno: Oh…
Kuno’s face fell, his expression matching Michael’s for a moment, before suddenly hardening in determination.
Kuno: Perfect…
Michael: What?
Kuno: I’m fighting the World Champ and someone who’s both his good friend and a current contender, while I'm teamed up with someone who I have been arguing and fighting, this is the perfect way to prove that I belong on the top and that anyone can get to the top if they fight hard enough.
Michael’s face softens, and a small smile plays across his face.
Michael: You really are the king of making the silver lining seems larger than the cloud…
Kuno: What does that mean?
Michael: It’s an old saying, it means that you’re very good at finding the good things in a bad situation.
Kuno: Oh, yeah I guess I do that!~
Michael: So… Do you want me to set up your camera for when you get home?
Kuno: Yeah, trust me, I have something to say!
A smile ghosted across his face as the two, slitted eyes flashed a bright amber.
Another week, another VLOG uploaded to Kuno’s now rather viral youtube channel, the familiar upbeat tune of Tokameki Poporon greets all of the returning fans as a short animated intro plays.
The added sound effect of a crowd cheering that greets the appearance of Kuno’s face as the video fades in is not quite as well added as last time, only UCI champions get help from the PR department, but Michael was a rather decent sound editor in his own right, and there was only the slightest hint of a cut when the sound stops.
Kuno: Hello, Moe Stars! And welcome to another video; this week I want to talk directly Kevin-sama, Dion-san, and yes, to you too, Jenson.
Kuno: But before that, I just want to say a few words to yAndre…
The mention of the name triggers boos to be edited in, and also a few angry looking chibis to appear around the edges of the frame.
Kuno: You don’t matter, I really don’t care about the fact that you put me through a table because nothing you can do will change the fact that I beat you, I pinned you Andre, and that’ll never change, learn to live with defeat.
A small, animated microphone falls across the screen, from top to bottom.
Kuno: Now, Jenson; I didn’t want you to come out last night, whether it was to help me or hinder me, I like fighting fair, please respect that this week, and please, just forget about those dice, you have the strength to fight without them; fight with your own power, don’t use the imaginary power of something else.
Kuno: And now, Kevin-sama; The star of this match, and; in my opinion, the star of UCI. You’re an honorable man, Mr. Bishop, not just an honorable fighter, but a truly honorable man, and you’ve risen to the top, and now that you’re there, you’re using your power to give others the opportunities to get there. You’re a shining example of what a Wrestler should be, and I have no real issue with you, but winning this match will make more people care about my fight with Jenson, and so more people will notice when I show the world that it’s better to rely on yourself and people who matter, not just some bogus dice. Anyhow, Kevin-sama; I wish you the best of luck, hopefully, you’ll need it~
Kuno: And last, but not at all least, Dion-san. I relate to you, you’re fighting to get yourself established, you’re fighting tooth and nail to get to the top, and now you have your opportunity, you might be near the end of your journey, all you need to do is fight, and you are fighting, you’re fighting honorably, and with genuine passion, not hate, but a passion to be the best. I respect you, Dion-san; I respect you so much that I hope that if I lose this match…
A short pause, a quick breath.
Kuno: That it’ll be you pinning me…
With a chorus of applause, an animated curtain drops, and the video ends.