A/N: Prompt 16: Purple! Someone requested for a sequel to 'The frailty of genius' so here you go! Bit of badass Hikaru
Promise
Hikaru was furious. Deeply, truly furious. How dare, how dare anyone touch his Pavel, much less beat him to unconsciousness and put him into a coma. Looking down at the peacefully sleeping Russian, another pang of fury shot through him. He couldn't take it anymore. Sneaking out from under Pavel's warm body, he walked over to the computer and quickly opened the security footage. A low growl started in his throat as he watched the footage; watched the men beat, stab and taunt his Pavel. Hands shaking, Hikaru stood, memorising the faces of the men. He left a note for Pavel.
My dearest Pasha
I have to go do a few errands. Don't worry. I will be back very soon
Love from Hikaru
Then he left, anger broiling in his veins. Marching down to the cafeteria, he flung open the doors and stalked in. He spotted the bullies and stormed over, slamming his hand down on their table.
"We need to talk." The bullies laughed as they were all bigger than Hikaru; the largest stood.
"Yeah? Wha' abou', Pipsqueak?
"About you almost murdering my love." Without waiting for a reply, Hikaru punched him in the face. Staggering, the bully growled and swung at Hikaru but the Asian ducked. The rest of the cafeteria watched, awed, as the four bullies were thoroughly beaten and outwitted by the young Japanese man's ducking and twisting and punching. After about ten minutes, the bullies were all crouching with various injuries, including broken noses, jaws and ribs. Hikaru only had a purple bruise on his jaw.
"Touch Pavel again and I won't dance with you. I'll kill you." The dark-haired man left.
When he returned to his dorm, Pavel was sat up right in bed, holding the note and waiting for him.
"Heekaru! Vhere hef you been?!"
"Shhh. It's alright, Pasha, I've just been sorting a few things out." He walked over and slipped back into bed next to Pavel who nuzzled up to his chest. Looking up at him, the Russian trailed fingertips over the purpling bruise on Hikaru's jaw.
"Deed zhey hurt you?"
"No. I'm too fast, too well trained. But they know not to lay another finger on you." The Japanese man moved his head to kiss the other's fingertips.
"Because I promised you. I promised I'd look after you." Then,, he wrapped his arms around the Russian and kissed his hair as they fell asleep together.