Title: Togetherness of Living
Fandom: Mirai Sentai Timeranger
Characters/Pairing: Domon/Sion, the other three are mentioned in passing
Notes: For Sion Appreciation Week! Mild shonen-ai, but nothing too major. AND HAY, wanna know when your inspiration has run dry? When you're gacking lyrics from the English opening for your title. This fic is rated G.

Disclaimer: Not mine

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Ever since they were stuck in the year 2000, Domon was beginning to learn slowly, painfully, what being lonely was like. He felt every time he looked over his shoulder to tell his grandfather something, only to be reminded he wasn't there. He saw it every time that usually good-spirited Tatsuya quieted up whenever his family's name was spoken, or how Yuuri only interacted with them if it involved taking down Donuero, or how Ayase was... Ayase. As depressing as it was, it was becoming clear that if there was anything they all had in common, it was the desperate loneliness each one of them tried to keep at bay. The only differences were in how they kept it at bay.

Except for Sion.

Oh, he was lonely, all right. There was no doubt in Domon's mind that he was the loneliest out of all of them. No memories of his family or even his home world, then treated as a burdensome experiment... it still amazed him at times that he'd come out, for the most part, unscathed. The only time he got even a hint as to just how deep the hurt was when he'd see him alone, on his computer or tweaking something mechanical or whatever, looking so far away he wasn't sure if he could reach him. But if he so much as suggested that he looked a little sad, he'd pretend to perk up instantly, going on about how he was fine, really, until any questions were long forgotten.

He needed to reach him before it was too late, make him realize he didn't need to be alone anymore. Unfortunately for both of them, nothing he could say seemed good enough to ease all those years of thinking of himself as a specimen at best.

So he was trying something different. He'd put an arm around him, lean against him, hold him if he seemed worse than usual. Words were useless, so he was hoping that maybe body language would bode better results. And seeing how Sion didn't seem to mind (in fact, quite the opposite), it finally looked like maybe, just maybe they'd both be a little less lonely from now on.