Limit Control Part 2



Very big sorry that it took so long but my I-Net didn't work. And thanks for the clerks, I hope that the second part goes down as well. No more babbling, let's start ^ - ^



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Part 2



It took Shingo something before one of the eyes was accustomed to the sudden darkness. He closed the door and then looked around. He recognized a silhouette sitting on one of the beds.

"Anon ..." Shingo got restless again ... where was all his confidence going? It had just evaporated and uncertainty rose in him. The pungent smell of hospital rose to his nose, this sterile and ...

His gaze wandered over Ken. He just sat there and looked at Shingo. His face was badly scratched, his head was bandaged and his right cheek was covered with a plaster. There was a hypodermic needle in his right arm, next to him were a number of machines that recorded his heartbeat and documented changes, no matter how small.His eyes were blank and his skin pale. Shingo's gaze was fixed on the purple eyes of his counterpart. Were they really purple, or was he just imagining the light.

“How much longer are you going to stare at me?” Shingo started from his thoughts and walked towards the bed. He pulled the white stool around and sat down. "That of all people you come to visit me ...!" Ken eyed the little one carefully and grinned. "That's a joke!"

“Why?” You could feel Shingo's uncertainty, because a slight tremor sounded along.

"I was actually expecting someone else! And then you will come as my first visit, Ichihara-kun!" He emphasized the -kun somehow derogatory, but Shingo did not show how hard it hit him. He was surely just in shock.

"Well, and why does a nerd like you come to visit me? I mean, am I not the bad boy that everyone only talks about badly?" Shingo was silent. He didn't know the answer himself.Why was he so anxious to come over here. He didn't understand himself anymore, maybe he was too kindhearted, or just naive ...

"I just wanted to know how you are," he said quietly.

"Of course!" Ken gave a short laugh and then grimaced. It seemed to cause him pain. "You like to see me like that, don't you? After all, I exposed you quite a bit recently. What is that? Revenge?" He looked at the brown-haired boy seriously, but he didn't seem to be disturbed. Why didn't his words have any effect?

"Well, you had your fun ... now go again! You can tell Hawata-sensei that I'm really fine, he might be happy!" His sarcasm could not be ignored. Shingo looked frightened into the cold purple eyes that glared at him angrily and then got up hastily.

"Yes, it's probably better ... Gomen nasai, I didn't mean to bother you ..." He pushed the chair awkwardly and went to the door without looking at him.He shouldn't see his tears, Shingo would have been too embarrassed, but it hurt him tremendously what Ken threw at his head. "I'll be back tomorrow ..." Shingo said the words more out of reflex, pulled himself together, and swallowed the pain to give Ken a short smile. Then he quickly left the room. Ken watched him go in silence. Even though he'd thrown something at him, he'd smiled at him to cheer him up. Ken suddenly felt sorry for his harsh words.

“Asshole!” Shingo stood at the door of the room and fought back the tears. When he was halfway under control, he went to the elevator. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, but why had he promised to come back? The boy shook his head as he got into the elevator. The first visit? His family didn't seem to have come here yet, and neither did his friends.



“Well, you heartbreaker?” Ken jumped out of his thoughts when the tall, sturdy boy looked at him with a grin.

"Aniki ..." he exclaimed in surprise.

"Yeah, your big brother is here! Man, you don't give a shit!" He smiled and slumped down on the white stool. "First an accident, and now make the poor man cry too!" He grinned and looked at him.

“What do you mean?” Ken looked at him disapprovingly.

"Well, the visit you had before me! What did you tell him that he was leaning against the door, totally perplexed, and trying not to cry?" Ken looked at him, startled.

“He was crying?” The words gushed out of his mouth, even though he wanted to keep them to himself.

"Yes, he has ... um, he's cute, you know that!" Only now did Ken understand his brother.

"Tetsuya, you got it wrong ...!" He was the only one who knew that his brother was gay. That he now applied this fact to himself, he found more than crazy. "I don't even know him ... he goes to my class and must have only been here for Hawata-sensei."

"Aha, I got it wrong ... you looked pretty horrified when I said he was crying!" Ken blushed violently.

"Nonsense, not at all!"

"Hm, and then why are you so red?" Tetsuya teased him a little.

"I am not at all!" Ken snapped back and lay back. Then he pulled the covers up and watched his brother.

“What is it?”

"Nothing!"

"Then stop grinning!" Ken looked at him angrily. He was embarrassed to be looked at by Tetsuya like that. "Are Kaa-san and Odo-san coming too?" Tetsuya shook her head slightly.

"No, they are too busy, but I should give you my best regards and get well soon."

“So?” Ken threw back the covers and looked up, disappointed. Why should they come now too? They didn't even seem to care that Ken was once again in conflict with the law and that trouble was coming their way.

"I'll take care of the police ... you take a rest first!"Tetsuya had noticed how sad the look Ken had become, and he knew that Ken wanted to be alone now." I'll go first! I'll be back tomorrow at the same time. "He got up quietly and ran his brother through the black hair." It'll be fine, just let me do it! "He smiled and then left the room.



"Alone again?" Ken muttered and his gaze shifted to the blinds. He felt sadness return. They hadn't come once. Why were business more important to his parents? He had tried everything to get her attention. Even when he broke the laws by joining the gang, they said nothing about it. They only pulled him out of the mess in silence when he was in trouble, but then they dropped him, saying nothing about what he had done. Even if they had been angry, punished him, or something ... Ken would have gone along with anything. But at least that way they would have paid him attention, showed that they still cared about him.

That was when he remembered Shingo.

"Wept?" he muttered softly to himself and was twice as sorry that he had thrown such words at his head. // I should be grateful for anyone visiting him at all, but instead? // "What an idiot I am!" he muttered. He would apologize, tomorrow at the latest ... if the boy came back, but Ken strongly doubted that. Why should he? It wasn't long before Ken fell asleep over these thoughts. Shingo's smile and the innocent look haunted him even in his dreams.



Shingo's pen had been tracing the infinite round paths on the sheet for a long time. He couldn't concentrate, especially not on the complicated formulas. So for a long time, lost in thought, he was drawing circles on the squared paper without serving a specific purpose. His gaze was fixed on the clock ... never before had school felt so long as it is today.He had made up his mind to go back to Ken yesterday, maybe he felt provoked, but he wanted respect from him. And if he had to go there every day ... he had enough ambition to keep sieging Ken until he gave up his idiotic behavior. And he wanted to appear completely different than yesterday ... maybe the way he really was, he had always played to everyone else that he was the good, dear student ... and he sometimes hated himself for it, but it was better to be like that ... // Exactly how he wants it ... //

But was it really just acceptance that he was looking for? Shingo paused and looked at the clutter on his paper.

“Ichihara-san!” The boy startled and looked into the stern eyes of his teacher. “Are you not feeling well?”

"No, everything is fine ... okay ... I'm sorry!" he stammered softly. At that moment the doorbell rang and Shingo felt a heavy burden drop from his heart. The students jumped up and busily packed up their things.Shingo tossed the few things in his desk and stuffed a few sheets of paper in his pocket. Then he left the room in a hurry.

At the door he was met by Koji. He was standing at the door with some friends. When he saw Shingo coming, he rushed towards him.

“You went to see him yesterday?” Shingo looked at him in surprise and then nodded tentatively.

“Really?” Another boy came up to him and eyed him. "Respect ... I couldn't. He's so ... wild, let's put it that way! I couldn't talk to him!" He patted his shoulder and Shingo smiled uncertainly.

"Well, it wasn't that bad either ..." // BUT IT WAS !!! // "I'm going to see him again today ..." He earned some amazed looks from the group.

“Really?” Koji patted his shoulder. "Man, what are you saying to him ...?"

"Um, nothing special ..." // Actually nothing // "I have to go now ... see you tomorrow!" Shingo slipped away from the group and snaked quickly through the crowd of students outside.He knew that Koji still had sport and would not follow him. After all, he had no more lessons today.



Shingo walked down the long streets towards the hospital. Maybe this time he should bring him something ... flowers? But what would he say then? But maybe that would cheer him up a bit, because Shingo had not missed the sad and disappointed look that Ken gave him when he entered the room. He looked at white lilies and spontaneously decided