It had been... how long since Kosei'd been out? Too long. Any amount of time longer than a good nine hour rest at night was too long, really, but he'd been in a coma for... sheesh, he couldn't remember at the time. He knew it had been at least a couple months...
Too much had changed. Takayama-sama killed someone, Rin-sama committed suicide, Ayumu-san was no longer an AiT like he'd remembered... now he was the freakin' Vice Commander of ANBU. How long exactly had he been in that coma? It was worse that he didn't know why he'd gone comatose. Nobody did-- doctors, nurses, himself, ANBU-- nobody. All he knew was that the day after he'd come back from that ANBU mission with Ayumu and Gin he'd fallen asleep and never woken up, not until a week ago that is.
Now he found himself roaming the village, letting his legs take him on a journey while he zoned out, thinking about what had happened in his absence. Unfortunately, accidents happen when you walk places and you aren't paying attention: namely, walking straight into a wall at a fairly brisk pace. And the worst part about walking into a wall at a brisk pace is the backwards motion after you hit said wall, which, in Kosei's case, sent him stumbling backwards, before he fell flat on his butt in the middle of the light crowd of people. He got his glances, some stares, and the general majority of people who giggled or laughed at him. He was taken aback, of course, at the unexpected obstacle in his way, but more so by the pain that said obstacle cause on his face, and that the floor caused on his butt. He grabbed his nose in a vain attempt to dull the pain, but it didn't exactly work...
He stood up, left hand still on his face, adjusted his scarf (for he was dressed rather heavily, with a jacket and long pants on), then walked to a nearby empty ramen stand (those ones with stools situated at a counter, and cloth banner things offering some privacy). Luckily for Kosei, the owner hadn't seen it, since he'd been facing the other direction, but it didn't make him feel any better.
"I'll have a large bowl of pork ramen with onions please." he said through throbbing face-pain. Without saying anything, the chef turned back around and began preparing Kosei's order, and the general quietness of the morning returned, with only the cold air and the gentle noise of the small crowd outside as a comfort to him.
Too much had changed. Takayama-sama killed someone, Rin-sama committed suicide, Ayumu-san was no longer an AiT like he'd remembered... now he was the freakin' Vice Commander of ANBU. How long exactly had he been in that coma? It was worse that he didn't know why he'd gone comatose. Nobody did-- doctors, nurses, himself, ANBU-- nobody. All he knew was that the day after he'd come back from that ANBU mission with Ayumu and Gin he'd fallen asleep and never woken up, not until a week ago that is.
Now he found himself roaming the village, letting his legs take him on a journey while he zoned out, thinking about what had happened in his absence. Unfortunately, accidents happen when you walk places and you aren't paying attention: namely, walking straight into a wall at a fairly brisk pace. And the worst part about walking into a wall at a brisk pace is the backwards motion after you hit said wall, which, in Kosei's case, sent him stumbling backwards, before he fell flat on his butt in the middle of the light crowd of people. He got his glances, some stares, and the general majority of people who giggled or laughed at him. He was taken aback, of course, at the unexpected obstacle in his way, but more so by the pain that said obstacle cause on his face, and that the floor caused on his butt. He grabbed his nose in a vain attempt to dull the pain, but it didn't exactly work...
He stood up, left hand still on his face, adjusted his scarf (for he was dressed rather heavily, with a jacket and long pants on), then walked to a nearby empty ramen stand (those ones with stools situated at a counter, and cloth banner things offering some privacy). Luckily for Kosei, the owner hadn't seen it, since he'd been facing the other direction, but it didn't make him feel any better.
"I'll have a large bowl of pork ramen with onions please." he said through throbbing face-pain. Without saying anything, the chef turned back around and began preparing Kosei's order, and the general quietness of the morning returned, with only the cold air and the gentle noise of the small crowd outside as a comfort to him.