The Pleasure is Mine [Kristopher/Invite]

[Motoko Higurashi]

"May I give you a hand?"

Motoko Higurashi was a nice person, under that somewhat distant personality of hers. After she'd been treated for her wounds from the ball fiasco (and got horribly confused and panicked when her mistress kissed her mere days later), she'd insisted on helping around at the hospital to make up for her time. At first she'd been refused. After all, what did a thirteen year old know about medicine? Her rebuttal of 'I know more than you do' didn't help too much. But Moto was a stubborn girl, and eventually she beat down the restraint and was allowed to help out, if only a little.

It had been months since then…and here she was, still in uniform.

If I was still on Earth, this would be ridiculous.

Blue hair braided back and glasses on her face (of course Motoko didn’t need glasses but they made her look more mature), the little nurse trotted back and forth to check on the injured people of Wonderland. There were so many, and sometimes they were only little kids. Blood had never bothered the little human too much, but when it’s coming from the sliced-open chest of a six year old that’s crying for his ‘mummy’…she had nightmares now and then. She was only seven years older than them.

A nurse, strong to help, but still a child herself.

Today she didn’t have any children to look after, thank Kami-sama, just a man with (what she’d been told) heart problems who’d had his eye torn out. So much for depth perspection, she mused as she approached the room and peered inside. For a second she mistook the blond stranger inside for somebody she knew on the surface and down here…but no, his remaining eye was green, not blue. It's not Zeke-oniichan...thank goodness.

“Hello there,” she said without a stutter. Her English was improving. “Are you feeling okay, sir? Any pain?”

[Kristopher Roberts]

The blond was losing track of the days as well as the time. He hadn't felt well, in fact he had been feeling worse then he ever had in his whole life. The sad part was that he knew he wouldn't die for what illed him this time around.

No, the medicines kept him calm and hazy. He supposed the girls where afraid he might take off and cuase trouble or try to harm himself. Everyone knew how he had dealt with the first time he lost his orginial eye. The second time, no was certain what he might do. Well, Kristopher wouldn't do anything to begin with, seeing as he knew pretty much nothing anymore.

Luck for Moto, Kris was awake when she entered the room. He slowly turned his head to look at her, only to see darkness. Right, that was his blind side, he couldn't see anything. But he knew someone was there. "I...don't know." He said honestly, uncertain how he felt or if he was even in pain at all.

"I feel, odd." He spoke with a tired voice as he sighed. He wondered what they had put in his IV last night...or was that eariler this morning? he couldn't recall.

"What are they...giving me?"

[Motoko Higurashi]

This stranger seemed a little too much like her old friend for Motoko’s liking, and it was a little creepy. She knew Zeke-niichan was down in Wonderland too, but a twin of his? It was strange to say the least. The blue haired girl stepped a little closer as he started to ask questions. At least he wasn’t hurting, but he also seemed completely out of the loop. Hadn’t he been a doctor himself? Why didn’t the nurses just tell him what he was on? Well she was a nurse too.

I'll tell him myself.

Motoko pushed her fake glasses up and looked at the IV.

“As long as your head doesn’t feel like it’s going to implode, we’re good, right?” With a little nod the teenager looked over the blond in front of her, “They told me you were on a BZD…though I’m not sure of the dosage.” Motoko had no clue as to what a benzodiazepine did. Maybe the nurses had been right when they said she wouldn’t know much of the medical stuff, but at least she could memorize names and numbers and not mistake a sedative with arsenic. Though this fellow looked miserable on meds or off…which was odd.

Shouldn’t he be feeling better?

Motoko tilted her head, blue eyes looking into his green one. “You’re a doctor too, aren’t you? Why aren’t you calling the shots on what you get?” She smiled a little stronger. “Are they afraid of you or something?”

[Kristopher Roberts]

"BZD?" He asked slowly as if something was clicking inside his poor head. "Ah," He said very slowly as things seem to make sense to his poor mind, "That makes...sense. Thats why I cant think..very straight." Kristopher narrowed his one green eye slowly. Medicines always did a weird thing to his system, such as make him loose track of time and the like.

Kristopher sighed softly again and moved his broke wrist on his chest. He could see her now, just barely with his green eye. "You're pretty for such a small child." He said softly with a smile. It was true, he found her very pretty but not his type and the ages...yeah no.

He was just making a statement. "I am a doctor, but as of right now...Im not in my right mind to fix myself. Which, I am sure you can see...right?" He closed his green eye again and wondered for a moment what to say next. "How long has it been? Since I am here? Did I get an infection in the socket....I am....very prone do to that. With wounds I mean."

Yeah, Kristopher wasn't really making much sense, not even to himself! His poor brain was all rattled. "I mean, I don't know. What time is it?" Yep, he couldn't keep anything straight at all!

[Motoko Higurashi]

With the slow way this fellow was talking mixed with the way his brain seemed to be running ‘low’, Motoko was sure she wouldn’t be surprised to find something stronger than a BZD in the IV. Poor guy seemed utterly lost. “Maybe we should have you on a smaller dose,” the blueberry teen mumbled, “So you can get your thoughts in order. You look like you need some un-drugged time.”

And maybe another eyeball.

Motoko felt her cheek heat a little. By now one should know that calling somebody pretty or cute in Japanese culture could be accumulated to calling them ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’. Moto knew this boy was American (he was blonde) so he didn’t know what he was saying. Plus he's high. With a little puff of her cheek the youngest Higurashi shook her head once. “I’m not that small!” Her blush was starting to fade, though she kept giving Kris a glance between irritated and flustered.

She wasn’t used to compliments like that…from anyone but Charoa.

“Well you look fine to me. A little loopy, but at least you’re not breaking windows,” the girl paused, “Though you look a little too skinny to be that violent.” That little jab came with another smile, brushing a lock of blue hair behind her ear while putting the other hand to her hip. Now he was asking for times and infections…Motoko tried to remember anything about the latter. “None that I know of. But I'm still pretty new here...you have been here a while though. Maybe four days?”

As for the time, “It’s almost eleven twenty in the morning.”

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher blinked a few times as he tired to pull his thoughts together so they could make more sense. Okay, so he had BZD....that would explain a lot, like his inability to think straight and make good thoughts. Everything kinda just went everywhere in his head and he was constantly tired.

Now he was really lost for a moment as he regarded the girl, "I aint breaking...windows." He said softly with a look of surprise. "Just hands...wrist...ah..." He raised his broken arm up to look at it and shake it lightly. How did that happen anyways? Did he fall or did someone break it? He just couldn't remember what happened there. "Huh," He said softly, "Dunno how dat happened..." Yeah, not he was talking funny.

Laying his hand back on his chest he seemed to be even more confused and then smiled softly. "Everyone tells me I be too skinny. But I do eat! Promise, I just don't keep any-ding on mah bones." Now for the news of being here for four days! Had he really been here that long?

"Why so long?" He asked with a wide eyed expression, curious to why he was here. "I'm fiiinnnneeee." He smiled again and made himself comfortable on his bed. "So, can I go home now?" Yeah and he calls himself a doctor when he should know better then to ask such silly things.

[Motoko Higurashi]

“I was joking around,” Motoko snickered at the way Kris was talking. He was a strange fellow, though he probably was a little easier to talk to when he wasn’t so drugged up. With that thought the little nurse wondered if she could take him off the BZD for a moment, maybe to let him think clearly, or just so she could have a sane-ish conversation with the blond. He didn’t even remember how he broke his wrist?

Maybe it was when you lost your eye, oh smart one.

With a blink of dark blue eyes, the young Higurashi remembered what she was doing in this room. Oh, right, checking up on him. Reaching into her chest pocket the blueberry teen pulled out a glass thermometer, cleaned by her own hands, and started to walk over to the side of the bed. “I know how you feel; my older brother had the same problem. Then he hit twenty and he started to fill out instead of looking like a stick.”

At lest she knew his mouth was working, if not his eye and brain. Motoko smirked slightly and shook her head. “You ought to know better than to ask that, doctor. Now open your mouth for me? I need to make sure you’re not getting sick...” she laughed softly and waved the thermometer to and fro like a conductor wand, “That would defeat the purpose of you being here, wouldn’t it?”

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher rolled his head to the side to try and see the blue haired girl better. At last, he was able to see her and he smiled softly at her too, from this position he could see her a lot better now. Wait, he could see her before right? Ah well, who really cared!

But the idea of being on a smaller dose made him nod. "Yes...a smaller dose. That might help." He said, lifting his free hand that hand the IV in it to his head. His pale fingers poked and proded at the wrapping over part of his head and the eye that was removed. "Feels funny..." Or maybe it was just because he couldn't feel a damn thing!

Either way, it was kind of neat. Ugh, he just hoped he didn't get addicted to this medicine, it made him feel so good and so funny. "Huh?" He asked, seemingly to lose all train of thought. "I'm not looping and I'm NOT breaking windows. How many times do I have to tell you?" He shook his cast at her as his fingers played with the bandages on his face. Ugh, they just made him feel hot...he wanted them off...wait had she even asked him about windows? ugh he couldnt remember!

"I know I am a doctor, so I can ask questions! Silly woman!" He tilted his head and looked at her oddly. "What? Oh..." he opened his mouth and rolled his eye around. Temperature time! Yay, maybe if he was normal he could go home and cuddle in a nice warm bed! Yes, that would be wonderful!

[Motoko Higurashi]

Motoko rolled her big blue eyes and tapped at Kris’s hand with her own as he fiddled with the wrapping over his eye. “Don’t touch, baka,” she said sharply but without much bite. Then she covered her mouth. Damn, there goes speaking in English the whole day…I’ll have to study harder tonight. As her hand lowered the youngest Higurashi wore a somewhat sheepish grin, though whether the blond would see or not she didn’t know.

At the side of the bed Moto patted on the sheets, making sure she wouldn’t sit on the man’s legs before she took a seat. He was just acting silly now. She would down his dosage for him today. Apart from the drug-induced dopiness he seemed to be completely fine. Strong pain-killers and fewer sedatives would be just what the doctor ordered. Or in this case ‘just what the little blueberry nurse ordered for the guy who was a doctor’.

Calling her a woman, even a silly one, did bring a little light to her face.

“Good boy,” she snickered and placed the thermometer right under his tongue. She held it there long enough for him to close his lips around it before letting go, letting him hold it there himself. “Now don’t talk or bite it, or I won’t get you that dosage-down, okay?” Motoko liked having this inch of power over her patients. She was a little prideful, wasn’t she? Pale fingers touched the cast on his broken wrist, “You’re a lucky fellow. Eye, heart, arm, and you’re still going strong.”

Mostly. He was still sickly-looking.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher blinked, why couldn't he touch and what did she call him? Ah, well, who really cared at this point in time. Kris sure didn't! Not like it really mattered anyways. He just wanted to get up and go home, but no one was going to let him it seemed.

Sure, he just died for a short time...but he was good now, right? He frowned at her a bit when she called him lucky. No, he wasn't lucky at all, he was prehaps the most unlucky person in this world. He had cheated death so many times and then, he really gave Death at his own door step.

Not like he could tell Moko that, he had a thermoeter under his tongue. He made a face at her though and closed his only working eye. When he figured it was time to take out the thing, he merely let it drop from his lips and tilted his head towards her. "So, normal?" he asked her, unable to look at his own temp to see what it said. Hell, he had trouble holding onto anything as of late.

"I wanna go home...I'm better..." At least in his mind he was but in reality, he wasn't. He went through an induced heart attack type of thing, wrist rebroken and lost an eye.

He wasn't good in anyway! Then a new thought came to mind. "Zeke gonna be pissed..."

[Motoko Higurashi]

Motoko’s dark and observing blue eyes continued to look the blond over as they waited for the time to pass. He was pale and skinny, and had a feminine air to him, but there wasn’t anything she saw that was distinctly ‘female’. Maybe it was the hair. He sure had long hair for a boy, even longer than her sister’s, since Aione had cut her hair not too long ago. Moto wondered what had possessed her dear sister to do something so rash; after all she’d looked so beautiful...enough to make Ayra envious.

Well I’m going to be taller than both of them, so there.

The little nurse blinked as the thermometer was suddenly plopped onto the sheets, earning Kris an amused yet irritated look. “Well don’t we know everything, mister blond,” she reached and picked up the glass instrument and shook it once, then held it up to the light. The little red line hovered above Kristopher’s temperature, which was just a little lower than average. “Okay, so no fever. That’s good at least.” Blue eyes shifted to her patient again. He was rather impatient wasn’t he?

“I’d give you a couple more days at least. You look fine to me.” The mention of a name made Motoko pause and blink rapidly a few times. “Zeke Suzushima…? You know big brother Zeke?”

So he does know Zeke-oniichan...maybe they're related?

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher all but help take out the theometer by spitting it out on the covers. He was done with that evil thing in his mouth. Man, the blond was rather childish when he was high on pain killers. Now, with that evil thing out of his mouth, he started talking again.

"Ah huh, normal. See, I know a lot of dings!" Yep, he said dings and not things. Boy was he totally gone! Smiling slightly he seemed to look clueless. However, that question of hers brought light to his eyes. He knew a Zeke alright! And he nodded sharply, well as sharply as an injuried man could do anyways. "Yeah," He said, "I do!"

"He is my best friend and my twin!" He chuckled, "Though, we aint related but still he looks just like me with some differences. It's kinda neat though, freaked us bother out when we ran into each other one day. It was really neat, like lookin an mirror and such!" Yeah, he so wasn't shutting up now that she had him going.

"You should see us together, its pretty niffty!" Yeah, really niffty, to the point that they liked to confuse others to make them think one is Kris and the other is Zeke. Now, if only they both had an eye patch and green----oh.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! He's gonna be pissed off! We can't go around confusing people anymore! Stupid eye!"

[Motoko Higurashi]

Ding-dong, the doctor’s brain is dead.

Motoko snickered as her patient (and one could call him her boss or senpai, couldn’t they?) started to speak in a funny way. He would definitely need a lower dosage as soon as possible. But on the other subject he did know Zeke which surprised and delighted Moto. Zeke had been her older sister’s friend in their world years ago, before Zeke had ‘disappeared’. Everyone had thought it was an accident or he’d been kidnapped…of course now she and Sori and Aione knew what had really happened to him. It seemed odd that four people so close on Earth would be brought to Wonderland, all within five years of each other.

Was it simply coincidence?

The blueberry teen locked that question into the back of her mind and continued to listen to the babbling boy. Even if they weren’t related they looked shockingly alike, so much that all she could use to tell them apart were the eyes. Or eye, as the case may be. Moto giggled a little and nodded when he paused, “They say everybody has a twin somewhere in the world. I guess it’s true!” Whoever ‘they’ are. She would have to see Zeke-niisan and this boy together some time. It would be a trip for sure.

Moto raised a hand to her lips and laughed into it. “I’m sure with a little make-up and a patch of his own he could look exactly like you. And maybe you can get a glass eye or something…that or we can fake an injury on his eye so he can wear a patch too!”

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher looked at Mokoto and shook his head, "No. No. He can't do that anymore...we get into huge trouble if we switch again!" He said in his drug high with another shake of his head. But then he stopped and smiled, "Even though it was fun."

Yes, it was so much fun to go around as someone else for a time. But that is also what got him killed...wasn't? He wasn't sure to be honest, heck his brain wasn't even working right now. However a new thought came to his mind.

"Mokoto?" He asked softly, staring right at her curiously. "You look like...someone." Yeah, someone he knew and hated with every inch of his being. Some red head that tired to take away his life and hide him away. He couldn't put his finger to a name but he knew her eyes at least. "She was very mean to me..." His voice dropped then, feeling even more confused then he had ever been in his drugged up life.

"But...you're not mean to me. You're nice." And there it came, his brows came together in a tight knot as he tried to recall what was bothering him, who it was and why. "What...your last name, again?" Maybe that would help him try to remember, but he wasn't certain on that at all.

"And have you seen my Mistress? She was very mad with me too...but I miss her." Ah, Naelona. His fate with his Mistress was still unknown to all of wonderland, that much was certain.

"Or...my Frenchie?"

[Motoko Higurashi]

Motoko chuckled at the drunken-sounding rant coming out of her silly patient. It was nice to know that Zeke had a friend in the Wonderland. She couldn’t imagine him lasting for three years without somebody to latch onto: Zeke had been the clingy sort of type if she remembered correctly. He and Aione-nee and Sori-nii had been the same age...only five months older were her siblings. Yet now that they were all here she’d only seen Aione and Sori together a few times, and Zeke didn’t seem to want to get close to either of them.

But then again, Aione had changed. And not for the better.

Then Kris started to ask something of her. Moto was almost confused as to how he knew her name until she remembered the little tag on her uniform. “Motoko” was a nurse, so it seemed right for patients to know her name. However she didn’t know why he was saying she looked like anyone. “Well I have two siblings here. Maybe you know them?” Blue wisps clouded her vision and she brushed them behind her ear again. It would be nice if this boy knew Sori, or even Aione.

Until she heard the ‘very mean to me’ part.

Suddenly Motoko was filled with dread. Suddenly she remembered a conversation with her dear sister not too long ago in the library: her talking about a boy she hated. Somebody who hurt her wrist and she hit him with roses, roses that he feared, because…what did she say?…his eye was torn apart by roses. His eye. Kristopher Roberts. Her big sister hated this boy because he was mean to her, and yet…he didn’t seem at all like that. Sure he was drugged, but Moto could tell he wasn’t the bad guy.

Fucking hell.

Immediately a lie left her lips. “Oshiro is my name. Motoko Oshiro,” the blueberry smiled a perfect glass grin that covered her lie perfectly. He hated Aione. Aione hated him. But didn’t have any reason to hate Kris…so why was she giving up her name? I don’t want him to hate me. “As for your mistress, I’m afraid I don’t know who she is. Nobody has come to see you yet, not a woman nor a ‘frenchie’.” She didn’t know Naelona, but she did know the other person Kris was talking about, having met him once before (and not the good part might I add).

But to Motoko, it was Vasant that Kristopher was talking about.