Waking up with a wild headache. I have no strength at all. I haven't even had one of these even after the graduation ceremony. I'm one of those people who don't drink much. However, I know the symptoms of a hangover. I had to experience it a couple of times. Not as strong as I've seen the other hangovers, but they were. And now it doesn't look like it. I'm more likely to have the feeling that my head was smashed. And my hands. And my legs. In general, the whole body! I can confidently say that everything hurts. Even the fact that it shouldn't hurt at all.
So, we do not panic. Just open our eyes and try to understand what "g" is good for us. And we don't wonder how such a housewife and a very correct person, in general, found herself in such a position. Still, the memory shows a blank sheet and does not want to cooperate. It is not for nothing that my head hurts. Apparently, I'm not a bad fit for her.
- Kar!- A sick head is piercing the pain impulse, I twitch and open my eyes, which are full of shit. I see only blurry images, and ravens do not cease, now not one bird is shouting, and the whole flock.
- Thank you for your trust, my son won"t let you down - a soft, deep male voice makes me stop trying to focus my eyes. I am listening to the hypnotic action of someone else"s voice. No, really! It"s a vulgar voice to whisper in your ear, not something serious to talk about. And I, as a free lady, can not miss such a copy!
I didn't have to miss it. I suddenly felt like I was being carried somewhere. And carefully, almost weightlessly stroking on the back. .. stop! How does it drag me if I feel the warm surface under the belly?
Is it just a gurney pulling me somewhere and pinching me while I"m a victim of fainting? The mist in my eyes disappears instantly, I turn around and bite. .. stop, what am I doing with his hand? I open my mouth to speak out, but instead, I hear a squeak!
- Well, calmly, I won"t hurt you - I"m intercepted by a giant hand, rigidly fixing, and in front of my eyes appears a pretty boyish face. I know a familiar face, but I"m sure I"ve never met such a boy!
By the way, it wasn't his voice I heard first.
- Shishui, keep her careful, the chicks have very soft bones, do not hurt.
- Yes, then-san, " the boy says, "and I"m getting stuporous. Shishui? It"s suspicious, and for some reason, there are associations in my head. Yes, about my last creation.
Yes, I"m talking about my passion for fictionalism. I just finished writing a couple of Shishui/fem Kakashi. .. so to speak, I took revenge on one character (Kakashi, nobody has ever done it before, but he"s worse than hysterical! ) and poured out my love for another (Shishui must live! ).
- Look at me, - a big hand appeared in my sight, which shattered the disobedient brown hair of a small boy (I wouldn't give him more than five), and I finally woke up from the stupor and wrapped my head and saw the owner of the male voice.
He is beautiful! And this soft smile and proud look at her son. .. only why does he seem so big? Or do they seem so big? I"m not clicking. .. what? ! A beak?! Everything is getting darker before my eyes. For a while, I lose touch with reality again, but I don"t faint, that"s for sure. I"m not sure I can lose consciousness at all, although it"s not that important. I don"t feel so fast, but I"m already in a basket with a clean rag. Another one was thrown on top, imitating the night.
But I didn't want to sleep anymore. And I wanted to jump up and demand an explanation of what was going on. Only for whom?
Thoughts flow sluggishly. The movements are hard. The body is weak, clumsy. I get tired quickly. I get hysterical. Too quiet, instead of yelling - a quiet squeak, to which the excited boy comes, tries to calm down, after getting drunk and fed, but I refuse. I feel sick. And I am not ashamed of my hysteria. At some point, I pass out again to wake up after a while, but already detached from what is happening. Though realizing that this is not a dream. I was already fully assembled and calm. I had thrown out all my emotions earlier, and now I was devastated. The next stage is to accept reality. I know this already, I have, three times, even though I remember only two of them clearly.
The continuation is in the next part...