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[July 25] [Junjou Romantica]
Title: Losing a Family Member
Day/Theme: July 25 / take my hand, hold your breath
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Egoist
Rating: PG-13
Note: Character death
The lights were on...
That was the first thing that worried Nowaki as he made his way to his and Hiroki's apartment. He slid the key in and unlocked the door, calling out to his lover. When he didn't get a response, he felt panic lace through him. He rushed in, instantly hearing water from the bathroom. He wrenched the door open and Hiroki sat in the bathtub, face flushed and eyes a little red... Nowaki felt his brows knot together at the sight of his lover. Was something wrong with him?
Tentatively he approached him. “Hiro-san?”
Hiroki blinked, glancing up at Nowaki. “Ah, Nowaki. You're home.”
Nowaki watched as Hiroki sat up a little, water droplets falling down the man's shoulders as he moved. Nowaki licked his lips. “I'll make dinner while you finish cleaning up, okay Hiro-san?”
Hiroki grunted out an affirmative and Nowaki headed back to the kitchen... questions buzzing around in his mind. Why had Hiro-san been sitting in the tub like that? Why were his eyes slightly red? And why had he not heard him call out his name?
He jumped lightly when Hiroki finally emerged. His hair was still wet, eyes downcast as his right hand worked the towel on his head. He sat down with a loud 'plop' and looked up at Nowaki with tired eyes. “So, what's for dinner?”
“A-Ah, yes...”
--
After dinner, Nowaki had enough. Hiroki had been quiet the whole time during dinner and even when asked questions he gave out only short replies... 'yes' 'no' 'I don't know'... each one sounded bitter at the end. He watched Hiroki walk over to one of the many bookcases, examining it. Nowaki had definitely had enough.
Hiroki hadn't been expecting warm arms to wrap around him. His eyes widened and he felt himself go very still. Nowaki pressed his face in Hiroki's slightly damp hair and breathed in the smell of Hiroki's shampoo and the scent that was just... Hiroki. He murmured into that precious head. “Hiro-san... will you please tell me what's wrong?”
Hiroki pulled away, glaring at Nowaki. “Nothing is wrong, you idiot!”
His eyes said he was lying... Nowaki frowned, threading his fingers through his lover's hair, bringing those lips up to his own. “Hiro-san!”
Hiroki felt his eyes cloud over... he wrenched himself away and murmured something very quietly. Nowaki's eyes widened when he heard those three words, he wrapped his arms around Hiroki again, pressing the man into his chest. “Oh, Hiro-san... I'm so sorry.”
Hiroki grumbled. “Let go of me! It was bound to happen anyways! She was getting old! 67 isn't a bad age to kick the bucket, right?”
“... Hiro-san.”
Hiroki went quiet, relaxing lightly in Nowaki's arms. “I just... she seemed so... lively.”
“Well, then she must have died happily.”
“Nn... if you say so...”
Nowaki took Hiroki's hand in his, smiling softly at his sullen lover. “It will be all right.”
“I know that! Damn it Nowaki, I'm not one of your patients!”
Nowaki blinked, then chuckled. “Of course not, Hiro-san.”
Hiroki huffed, finally pulling away from Nowaki. “Come on... let's go to bed.”
“Are you sure you're okay?”
“Yeah... I just want to go to bed and get warmed up now... I'm cold, Nowaki.”
Nowaki's heart fluttered and a wide smile spread across his face. He felt for Hiroki who had just lost his mother, but he knew Hiroki would be fine. He was strong and not only that, he had him.
(THE END)
A/N: UUUUUUUUUGH I didn't like this prompt at all... and the source material only wanted me to flirt with character death even more =/ I doubt I will post this to the junjou community.
Day/Theme: July 25 / take my hand, hold your breath
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Egoist
Rating: PG-13
Note: Character death
The lights were on...
That was the first thing that worried Nowaki as he made his way to his and Hiroki's apartment. He slid the key in and unlocked the door, calling out to his lover. When he didn't get a response, he felt panic lace through him. He rushed in, instantly hearing water from the bathroom. He wrenched the door open and Hiroki sat in the bathtub, face flushed and eyes a little red... Nowaki felt his brows knot together at the sight of his lover. Was something wrong with him?
Tentatively he approached him. “Hiro-san?”
Hiroki blinked, glancing up at Nowaki. “Ah, Nowaki. You're home.”
Nowaki watched as Hiroki sat up a little, water droplets falling down the man's shoulders as he moved. Nowaki licked his lips. “I'll make dinner while you finish cleaning up, okay Hiro-san?”
Hiroki grunted out an affirmative and Nowaki headed back to the kitchen... questions buzzing around in his mind. Why had Hiro-san been sitting in the tub like that? Why were his eyes slightly red? And why had he not heard him call out his name?
He jumped lightly when Hiroki finally emerged. His hair was still wet, eyes downcast as his right hand worked the towel on his head. He sat down with a loud 'plop' and looked up at Nowaki with tired eyes. “So, what's for dinner?”
“A-Ah, yes...”
--
After dinner, Nowaki had enough. Hiroki had been quiet the whole time during dinner and even when asked questions he gave out only short replies... 'yes' 'no' 'I don't know'... each one sounded bitter at the end. He watched Hiroki walk over to one of the many bookcases, examining it. Nowaki had definitely had enough.
Hiroki hadn't been expecting warm arms to wrap around him. His eyes widened and he felt himself go very still. Nowaki pressed his face in Hiroki's slightly damp hair and breathed in the smell of Hiroki's shampoo and the scent that was just... Hiroki. He murmured into that precious head. “Hiro-san... will you please tell me what's wrong?”
Hiroki pulled away, glaring at Nowaki. “Nothing is wrong, you idiot!”
His eyes said he was lying... Nowaki frowned, threading his fingers through his lover's hair, bringing those lips up to his own. “Hiro-san!”
Hiroki felt his eyes cloud over... he wrenched himself away and murmured something very quietly. Nowaki's eyes widened when he heard those three words, he wrapped his arms around Hiroki again, pressing the man into his chest. “Oh, Hiro-san... I'm so sorry.”
Hiroki grumbled. “Let go of me! It was bound to happen anyways! She was getting old! 67 isn't a bad age to kick the bucket, right?”
“... Hiro-san.”
Hiroki went quiet, relaxing lightly in Nowaki's arms. “I just... she seemed so... lively.”
“Well, then she must have died happily.”
“Nn... if you say so...”
Nowaki took Hiroki's hand in his, smiling softly at his sullen lover. “It will be all right.”
“I know that! Damn it Nowaki, I'm not one of your patients!”
Nowaki blinked, then chuckled. “Of course not, Hiro-san.”
Hiroki huffed, finally pulling away from Nowaki. “Come on... let's go to bed.”
“Are you sure you're okay?”
“Yeah... I just want to go to bed and get warmed up now... I'm cold, Nowaki.”
Nowaki's heart fluttered and a wide smile spread across his face. He felt for Hiroki who had just lost his mother, but he knew Hiroki would be fine. He was strong and not only that, he had him.
(THE END)
A/N: UUUUUUUUUGH I didn't like this prompt at all... and the source material only wanted me to flirt with character death even more =/ I doubt I will post this to the junjou community.