Title: Touch
By: akinosora01
Category: Super Sentai/Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Author's Note:
I was rewatching Gokaiger when I thought this one up. Again, like my other writing, short, so very short. Joe/Ahim.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger.
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Touch
1.
The first time, they've dropped anchor at yet another unknown location (who knows if there's even a Great Power lurking here) when Joe, noticing that the other Gokaigers have already left exploring, turns and offers his hand to Ahim to take as she jumps down.
2.
The second time, it's not as deliberate—their hands brush each other as they pass plates around the dinner table, laden with Hakase's delicious cooking, and it takes much more for Joe to not react to soft skin.
3.
The third time, Joe's big hands enclose Ahim's as he shows her the proper way to hold the sword, after observing her practicing alone for more than just a few nights.
4.
The fourth time, the Gokaigers are exhausted after a particularly hard battle—Bosco almost got the better of them, this time—that even Joe submits without another word to being bandaged by Ahim's small hands, now calloused from using the sword.
5.
The fifth time, she takes his hand, chattering in that excited way of hers as they navigate their way through the cheerful open market, pausing whenever she sees a particularly whimsical trinket that catches her fancy.
(She finds one sitting on her night table that very same evening, the one that looked like a miniature world in a glass ball.)
6.
The sixth time, it's a day of remembrance and of grief, and Ahim stands behind Joe at the crow's nest, silently taking his hand as he looks over the vast sky, his tears already dry.
7.
The seventh time, Ahim is injured in battle, and is lying silently in her bed while Luka browbeats a doctor into looking at her again, Marvelous is stewing outside and Gai is running around a frantic Hakase in a worried panic.
Joe…no one knows, but he slips inside her room in the dead of the night to sit by her bedside and hold her hand, listening to her labored breathing.
8.
The eighth time, he can feel her hand hesitantly resting against the small of his back, and closes his eyes, committing it to memory, before…
"I don't feel the same."
9.
The ninth time, she just smiles in that sad, sad way of hers, and turns to walk away—
His hand, roughened by battle, grabs her arm, and she is swung around into a warm, warm, warm embrace—
10.
The tenth time, he's looking at her in that stoic way of his, and she knows him enough to know that he's happy.
Ahim smiles, and takes his hand to stand before the silent minister to say her vows, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish 'till death us part.
…and they lived happily ever after, like good pirates should.