Title: Faceted
Author: NaomiSidhe -- Naomi Hunter on Fanfiction.net
Email: juliansidhe@zoidwars.zzn.com or Rougekitty@msn.com
Pairing: Mika-x-Tohma, Tohma-x-Ryuichi, Tohma-x-Eiri.
Description: Mika angsty fluff. It's short. V_V The dream-version was longer. This is odd for me, actually sympathizing with Mika and all.
Rating: PG
I sighed and slumped down on the bar table. I really wanted a drink but I couldn't have one, it'd be bad for the baby.
I'd come to dislike my husband intensely in the past few months, but I couldn't bare to hate him. Neither of us were faithful, we knew that, but he never failed to love me, too. My husband could love everyone. He loved Eiri, he loved Ryuichi and he loved me. He swore that that love was all equal, and I knew to believe him. Seguchi Tohma never lies. After the baby is born we are going to get a divorce. I was going to Milan, he was keeping the baby and starting a real, steady relationship with Ryuichi, his band mate. Tohma had graciously given Eiri to Shuichi and suppressed his own love for my handsome brother for his happiness. He loved Ryuichi more than anything as well. He was the only one who could keep Ryuichi under control or from bouncing off the walls. With one small touch, kiss, or soft word, the genki singer would be immediately settled down and be pacified. But, Tohma loved me, too. He always made time for me, complimented me, took me out to dinner, all that married couple stuff.
I heard the door open and shut and my husband hang up his coat and hat and remove his shoes in the genkan. I felt his smooth, gentle hands flatten my hair and brush my cheek. He tenderly kissed me on top of the head and woke me up. He smiled down at me, looking absolutely exhausted but not ready to pass out yet.
"I didn't want to wake you, but you'll regret sleeping like that." He whispered as I crinkled my nose and got up. "How do you feel? Any better?"
"Like a blimp, Tohma." I said, moving to the other side of the counter and felt his arms encircle me.
"But you look more beautiful than ever." He said sweetly. I frowned.
"And you look like you got run over by a train." I teased as he laughed.
"You're probably right, that's what happens when you work 20-21 hour days." He said wearily.
We sat together on the couch and he lay down with his ear to my rounded belly, cooing softly to the baby, stroking the curve of my stomach gently. I smiled and let him tell me about his day, then told him about mine. He exhaled softly and I played with his flaxen hair until he fell asleep.
I suddenly felt horrible for him. He had so much riding on him, us, Ryuichi, Eiri, N-G records, Nittle Grasper, all of the bands…I could feel how tired he was just by his weight on me. He would be sleeping here with me to wake up in four hours to be in the office, preparing everything for the day; he would work from 4am to 12am every day and some how manage Eiri, Ryuichi and I. He told me that he'd cut down to working from home for almost half a year when the baby was born.
I started to cry; damn hormones. I felt Tohma sit up and pull me into his arms, nestling his face into my hair.
"What's wrong?" he whispered, half-asleep.
"I'm sorry…"
"For what?"
"Being so ungrateful."
"Apology not accepted, because you haven't done anything wrong, Mika-san."
I sniffled and snuggled into him better.
"I'm sorry, though. I shouldn't be such a pain."
"You're not a pain. Now, go to sleep. You're just tired."
"And hormonal."
"That too." He yawned and mussed my hair gently. "I love you, Mika, no matter what."
[End.]