Hello lovely people! This is a gender bend version of ReAct! I am using Lenka and Rinto-for those that don't know are the gender bend counterparts of Len and Rin, unless I'm wrong, dead wrong- but there isn't much out there about ReAct but I looked it up on the wiki for Acute and got a basic understanding of ReAct. It might be short, it might be long, but it might be the same amount of chapters as Acute The Gender Bend, I'm not sure but because ReAct doesn't exactly have a solid plot-that I'm aware of- this might seem pointless and sloppy. But I swear, God be my witness, I was procrastinating this so fucking hard I swear I've never felt this way about writing before but I will get this done, even if it's short! But anyhow, this is written for Shiranai Atsune, who requested this of me! I hope you'll like this!
Mikuo Hatsune was finally, blessedly and sweetly, laying in his very own bed rather than the cot like bed he'd slept in while he was in the hospital. It was summer yet again so the heat in his house and outside was over the top making him uncomfortable as he listened to the shrilling cicadas outside that were practically the natural soundtrack of summer. His shirt rode up his stomach revealing skin glistening softly with a light sheen of sweat, his curtains were pulled closed tight as he laid there, just a slim beam of light slanting across said stomach as he laid there with his arm resting up above his eyes, his right eye was shut blocked by his arm but his left eye was open but half lidded giving him a tired but glazed look as his breathes escaped his lips slowly but surely.
He was tired, very tired, but he didn't want to sleep and even if he did he'd most likely miss the call from his friends Gumiya, one of his closest friends ever who could be perky but was often a bit serious at times when he had to be, and he could miss a call from Gakuko, his other girl friend along with his other friend, Meito. He sighed rolled to his side, his skin warmed by the small slant of sun even as his throat burned dully with thirst but he didn't think he could drink anything when a soft knock on his door sounded then opened revealing his mother, her long aqua hair was pulled back in a bun that had a chop stick going through it, her violet eyes near shining with her worry for him.
"Hey sweetie, how ya feelin'? I brought you something to help your throat if you want it." His mother sat it on his small bed side table then sat on the bed next to him and when she reached her pale, slender hand out brushing locks of hair from his damp skin she mae a soft noise then smiled softly at him. "My poor baby. Get some rest for me please? After you take your medicine and drink this, of course. But then will you rest for me?"
"Fine." Mikuo sighed out then sat up forcing a soft smile at his mother as she put some pills into his hand then handed him the cup which was, strangely, a cup of warm milk with honey but when he swallowed the pills it felt rough but the warm milk with honey honestly felt like the warmest velvet going down his throat and he nearly sobbed out with how good it felt.
"Good boy. Now lay down, I'll turn the AC on for you." She smiled softly standing up gently walking across the room to his door holding his pills in her hand then turned looking at him as her hand rested on the door knob, her aqua bangs hanging in and framing her face gently as she smiled lovingly at him. "I love you."
"Love you too." He mumbled as he laid back down on his side, one of the pills he'd taken would ensure he fell asleep but it wasn't a sleeping pill it was just a side effect of it, but he never said it didn't help sometimes.
He buried half his face into the pillow beneath his head as his throat throbbed gently a bit as he laid there, the heat getting to him when the air kicked on cooling the room slowly, the hum calming and soothing to him. He couldn't help but think of those moments in Kaiko's apartment, how everything felt so unreal until he'd heard the heavy thud of Kaiko's body hitting the floor and the cold blade slicing into his throat, the blood that spilled onto his hands and Luki's scream. He could say he regretted it, he could say that he would have talked to them, he could say that he had been joking and took it too far, he could say that he was sorry but...he wasn't sorry in the slightest bit.
He didn't want to talk to them then, he wasn't joking and he regretted it a little but not so deep it'd mess him up mentally even further. In a way it helped him break away from his friends and despite how lonely he truly felt, how it burned him inside to know Luki and Kaiko were together hurt him, but not as sharp and piercing as it had been in the beginning and he had to admit he was already cutting and severing ties to his friends. After all in therapy, they'd told him to start focusing on HIM and not his past, what he'd done, but that he should acknowledge that he did hurt his friends, but they never pushed for a real reason and he never went to jail, nor did he get parole strange as it was, but just admitted to the mental facility near to close to a year.
He sometimes missed the sweet smiles, eye gazes and wicked grins he and Kaiko shared as they plotted against Luki who'd snap at them, he sometimes missed his friend's faint smile and dark blue eyes, his sharp wit but he didn't miss them enough to call them or talk. He didn't want too and he didn't want to see them again which would be hard. His mother had told him that she'd willingly transfer schools for him, if he didn't think he could handle how he would be viewed in the school, but he refused saying it was his senior year and he could deal with stares and rumors, after all how could it begin to matter? Why would it matter to him what they thought?
His phone chirped on his bedside table getting his attention and he rolled over again grabbing his phone flipping it open seeing a text from Luki, asking Mikuo to please PLEASE talk to him but he just deleted it and rolled back over. He didn't want to talk or text the pink haired teen, he didn't desire too and he wanted nothing more than to just sleep but he knew that also wouldn't be a given. So he laid there, just staring at the wall letting out soft yawns now and then, the medicine helping him relax and help numb the throbbing in his throat and just as he thought he could slip off to sleep there was a soft knock on his door.
"Mikuo? There's someone here for you." It was his mother. He didn't answer but gave a loud subtle noise that he'd heard and his door creaked open then listened to the footsteps of his mother walking in with someone else. "I'll leave you to talk but the door remains open. Mikuo if you want to sleep just do so, okay? I do't want you straining yourself."
"'Kay." He mumbled softly feeling kinda drowsy as he laid on his side keeping his back to the room when he pulled his blankets down and up over his body as his mother left, the feeling of someone just staring at him was unnerving, but not in the way he couldn't not feel tired.
"Mikuo." He tensed up like someone ran a current through his body as her soft voice echoed in the room. Kaiko. What the hell was she doing here?
"Mikuo I know you said you didn't want to see me or Luki but...I knew you were getting out of the hospital today and I wanted to see you. Mikuo, I understand why you did what you did. We pushed you to that point, we made you reach your breaking point and I am more sorry than in one way and more than I could ever express. I love you, Mikuo. I really do and I wish I could love you in a way that you deserve to be loved but I can't offer you that. I want to say I'm sorry for even being with Luki...but I'm not. Not at all. But I love you so much that I can say I'm sorry for what's happened. I am so so so so sorry, for everything Mikuo. And...I hope you can forgive us. Maybe not now, but someday we can be friends again. I know you won't speak to me but I just needed to get this out to you. It's not something I could've said over the phone or through a text, I wanted to say it to you in person. I love you Mikuo and..I'm so sorry. I'll always be here, when you're ready. Until then, I'll leave you to let you heal."
Mikuo laid there listening to her words, sensing her presence, knowing she wanted to come closer but he kept his back to her purposely. He could feel her hesitation so intensely like it was his own but he couldn't care or bring himself to care about that, for he had tears pressing at his eyes and he wanted nothing more than for her to just leave already. He shut his eyes tightly listening to her shift from foot to foot gently before turning to the door to leave when he heard the soft noise of paper being rustled then placed down gently, felt her eyes on him again, then she left.
He waited until her footsteps were gone when he rolled over sitting up, letting the blankets drop off thankful for it, then slid out of the hot blankets over to where she'd placed down the paper picking it up looking down at it blinking softly. It was a little hand drawn picture of her, Luki and himself. He clenched his jaw slightly staring at the picture before he crunched it up into a tight, small ball that he then threw underneath his bed angrily before sitting back down glaring up at the ceiling. Why does she still try? Why does she even want to be friends with him?
He gave her up, immediately after he woke up in the hospital and that shit hurts, it hurts, so why does she have to twist that dagger of pain in him? He wanted her out of his life for now, didn't want to speak with her or even see her. It will cost him pain unknown magnitude amount of it he was sure, but he knew it was for the absolute best for him and for her. At least, that's what he tried telling himself as he laid there.