Oikawa's Alternate Ending

As Oekeke awoke, he shifted in his bed with a pain coming from his chest. It wasn’t a pain that made you clench up and scream, he knew from that moment something was very wrong. He tried to open his at last, from when he awoke his eyes were still weary but it seemed as though he was stuck in time. His heart pumped faster and his mind was propelling from left to right to across the back and back. All he could think of was his family, but with such confusion he could hardly focus on the realty of his situation. It was a sensation he’d never felt ever before, and as he saw his life flash by him he knew the only thing he could do was to wait it out. The old man finally grasped control of his life covered in sweat and disorientation. He asked

“Because, it’s sort of become a symbol for me.” I replied, after a slight pause

I pulled the furs up around Onida as she nursed our baby. My arm was around Her shoulders keeping her warm, not that she needed it. When the baby cried for his nightly feeding, I had gotten up, brought him to Onida and put more wood on the fire. I was now resting my eyes while I wanted for him to finish.

Iwaizumi let Oikawa collect himself for a few moments before repeating his query, more gently this time. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”

“This is not an area for you to be counciling me in Sana.” He spat. “How the boy is trained is from the King and myself to decide.”

I stated simply as I rested my back against my chair. I saw his eye twitch slightly and I could tell he wanted to argue but he's at far too much of a disadvantage. The man knew how to pick his battles I'll give him that.

Touya cracked his whip against the ground, ignoring Amanojaku. The small youkai scowled at the obvious form of disrespect.

“Hmm, sounds like you’ve got your work cut out for you,” he replied rather vaguely.

“He’s right. I called you in on this case because I knew you’d want to be a part of it. Was I right?” Scotty questioned.

“Did they had contact with anyone besides the soldiers?” Totoko asked, keeping calm. The soldiers around her look surprised at her. What? They didn’t think, she would cooperate?

Tsukiyomi snarled in defiance as she was shoved into an elven cell by a young guard with cold grey eyes and a blank but equally icy expression.

“Has the rest of the Onu finally finished their preparations?” Mr. Lestrange asked. The purple alien responded in its uncanny, foreign tongue as Mr. Begay and Lestrange nodded in understanding.

“Okāsan1, when will Otōsan2 come home again?” [D/N] asked as she climbs on the sofa next to you.

The rest of the meeting flew over Oikawa’s head, though he had sat through enough of these types of events to be able to effectively participate without fully and consciously being there. The sounds of chairs scraping across the floor signaled to Oikawa that he was finally free to leave. He stood up from his chair, raising his arms above his head.