Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ High Fever ❯ Volume Two, Chapter Five: Christmas in Hell ( Chapter 5 )

Christmas in Hell

Two months passed. Toshiki was adjusting to his new life. Yumi's parents took him in like family. That was still weird to him. He's used to it by now. Yumi's really happy he's here.

Ah, her.

Toshiki can't figure her out. Why him? Even she doesn't know. There's something about her face. Why did… Why did she have her face?

“What?” Yumi asked. Toshiki shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Nothing. It's nothing.” The girl gave him a curious look. Toshiki rose to his feet.

“I'll be right back,” he said. The man walked out of the living room.

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It was December twenty-fourth. Everyone at the Tokyo Community Center was busy. The workers went out all over the city. Toshiki sat in the office.

“Brady-san,” he said. The boss looked up.

“Hm?” Don asked. The young man shifted in place.

“Can I have a job?” he asked. Don stared him down.

“A job?” he asked. Toshiki nodded. Don narrowed his eyes. The young man held his breath. Oh no. Did he mess up again? Don snorted.

“I may have something,” he said. Toshiki perked up.

“Really? Thank you so much!” he said, bowing.

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The smile on his face faded away. Why? Why did he end up here? It was going to be Christmas Eve at the nursing home. Nine to nine. Toshiki felt like he would cry.

“What have I done to deserve this?!” he asked.

“Excuse me,” a woman's voice asked. Toshiki turned to see a nurse staring at him. She blinked at him.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

“Uh…” Toshiki said, rubbing the back of his head. The nurse frowned.

“Go inside,” she said. The man walked into the building. She shook her head and followed inside.

Today was supposed to be simple. Spread the cheers. Help the nurses. Do it all with a smile. Easy, right? Well…

Toshiki took a breath.

“Right…” he said to himself. The man put on a Santa hat and walked down the hall. Whom should he visit first? Toshiki frowned. Might as well get the first resident out of the way. He marched down the hall as if he was going to be executed. The man gulped along the way. Oh boy…

Good Luck