A/N: Hey guys! I randomly wrote the beginning of a Tsuritama fic when I didn't have power at home and ended up keeping with it for a short chapter! I don't usually write fanfictions very often so I hope it's not too terribly bad. But feel free to review if you'd like! Hopefully I keep on keeping with it to finish the story! I hope you guys enjoy!
Their daily schedule had gone back to the way it had been before Haru had left Earth for his home planet with Urara and his younger sister, Coco. The only difference being that Natsuki and Akira were no longer around. Just Yuki, Urara, and Haru. Though, to Haru, it seemed more like Yuki, Urara, and the third wheel.
Yuki seemed to always fuss over the blue-haired alien; always making sure he was enjoying himself, making sure his tackle was in order when they went fishing, and making sure Haru wasn't being too rambunctious for him. In fact, it had happened on more than one occasion that Yuki had to resort to yelling at Haru, subconsciously slipping into French, scaring both of his companions.
Haru didn't get it. It took weeks for Yuki to warm up to him enough to even talk with him! But he seemed quite comfortable with Urara and it had only been five days! And to top it all off, Haru discovered that just thinking about it made his chest feel heavy. This had to be the result of some odd human phenomenon or something, because it just didn't make sense.
Today, the boys had gotten a late start to their day due to an overnight storm knocking out the electricity and resetting their alarms. It caused quite a commotion as they rushed through their morning rituals, leaving them no choice but to eat their breakfast as they ran to school.
"I can't believe this!" Yuki yelled with his mouth full of half-eaten toast. "I didn't even hear the damn storm!"
"It was so loud, though, Yuki!" Haru jumped to face the two behind him before running backwards, all without losing speed. "And the wind made the windows shake all night! It was so scary! I was so happy when the lights came back!"
The expression on Yuki's face changed from annoyed to deep frustration. "You mean you were up when the electricity came back? Why didn't you set an alarm? You could have saved us all this trouble!" Yuki scolded.
"What? But Urara was up too! We were downstairs when the lights came back! He could have done it too!"
"Urara doesn't know how to work an alarm clock! Unlike you!"
"Yuki! That's not fair!"
"Neither is trying to pin the blame on someone else!"
"Hmph." Haru turned back around as his cheeks puffed in a pout, knowing Yuki would stay on Urara's side no matter what. This was how all of these arguments tended to play out. Yuki faithfully defending Urara, Haru pouting in defeat, and Urara staying quiet as he uncomfortably played with his hair.
Yuki was the first to come through the doors of the classroom. Urara closely followed and Haru trudged in last. Just as they did every morning, the boys went straight to their seats. Yuki and Urara near the window, and Haru on the other side of the room near the bulletin board.
It wasn't a bad spot. The people around him treated him nicely, he could start doodling without the teacher noticing, and he could always see Yuki from his seat. Unfortunately, that also meant he could see Yuki getting chummy with Urara all day long. Haru had tried to switch seats with Urara and he had almost gotten him to (reluctantly) agree before a certain red-head overheard and scolded Haru for trying to take advantage of poor Urara. So the seats remained the same, leaving Haru to suffer through each day remembering when he sat next to Yuki.
'It's not fair. When I sat next to Yuki, he always tried to ignore me.' Haru looked over seeing a large grin on Yuki's face as he chatted away with his neighbor. 'What does Urara have that I don't that makes Yuki so happy?' He thought about it for a minute, resting his chin on the desk in front of him. 'Is it because he's taller than me? Or maybe my face is too round. Should I dye my hair blue?' He started piecing through his blonde locks considering the idea before tossing it aside and sighing.
Once again, Haru turned and just watched as his two friends became closer every minute while he was left on the other side of the room with nothing but a heavy feeling in his chest. He continued torturing himself until the teacher entered the classroom, interrupting Yuki and Urara's conversation and silencing them. Finally.
After-school fishing had become one of Haru's least favorite activities. The fishing itself didn't bother him, but having to watch Yuki do everything for Urara annoyed him to no end. He recognized that Urara was honestly trying to get the hang of these things, but he just couldn't help but feel anger toward his fellow alien.
"Here, let me get that for you, Urara."
'Here we go again.'
Yuki reached for the rod and reel in Urara's hands, but was denied the chance to grab them when the suddenly flustered alien pulled them away.
"N-no! It's alright! I can put them together!" Haru rolled his eyes knowing that Urara had yet to successfully attach a reel to a rod, let alone put the whole thing together. Urara pointed toward Yuki's completely assembled pole. "You should just start. I'll join you in a minute."
"C'mon, Urara." Yuki held out his hand to take the reel. "You can watch me put it together today and then do it yourself tomorrow."
'You've been saying that for three days now,' Haru thought sourly as he rolled his eyes again.
After some quiet mumbling of reluctance on Urara's part, he finally surrendered the parts of his pole to Yuki and watched diligently as the red-head explained what he was doing.
"And then you attach the lure here, and you're good to go!" Yuki gave Urara a big grin as he held the assembled pole out to him.
The blue-haired alien smiled softly and bowed as he took the pole. "Thank you very much for teaching me." Yuki continued to grin as he gave a single nod in response and turned toward his own pole.
Meanwhile, Haru had not even begun to put his rod together. He was too distracted watching his companions in annoyance to do anything. Even now all he could do was just stare at his line, thinking. Thinking about how unfair it all was. About how it just used to be him and Yuki. About that heavy feeling in his chest. About how things might be different if Urara just went home. About how he just wanted Yuki back...
"Haru!"
The blonde alien snapped his eyes open and looked up to find Yuki with his brow furrowed in concern. "Yuki?"
Yuki took a step closer. "Are you alright, Haru?"
"Alright?" Haru blinked, confused as to what had prompted Yuki's sudden worry.
"You weren't answering me when I called your name! And you were holding your knees and shaking with your eyes closed!" Yuki's voice grew louder as he became more worried when he realized that Haru had no recollection of anything he was talking about.
Haru didn't know how to respond. How long had he been crouched on the ground thinking? When did he close his eyes? Had he fallen asleep? So many questions ran through his mind when he finally noticed something missing. "Where's Urara?"
Yuki furrowed his brow even deeper. "Haru... I-" He sighed before continuing, wondering how in the world he could be thinking about something so trivial at a time like this. "I sent Urara home with the gear so I could try to snap you out of whatever you were doing!" He paused as he bent down to look Haru square in the eye. "Haru. What's going on?"
"Yuki..." His mouth hung open in disbelief. His eyes were wide open in shock. He was alone with Yuki. It was just the two of them again. It was just like before. No. It was better than before. This time Yuki was so close. And of his own will instead of by result of Haru's jumping on him.
But this closeness didn't last long until Haru jumped up and ran to the edge of the dock, hanging his head above the water as the contents of his stomach forced its way through his esophagus.
Yuki could only go over and rub Haru's back with a look of concern for his friend as Haru started shaking with his last heaves.
Having never experienced vomiting, Haru began to feel panicked. That is, until he felt a series of gentle motions on his back. Realizing Yuki's presence, Haru began to relax and spit out the last of the terrible taste inside his mouth.
"Yuki?"
"Hmm?" The red-head hummed softly as he continued the gentle motions on Haru's back.
"I don't feel good," he managed with a somewhat raspy voice due to his terrible "episode."
Haru heard a light chuckle from behind him. "I can see that." The gentle motions on his back stopped as he heard feet shuffling and pivoting. "Here, Haru."
Tired eyes turned to see Yuki crouched down, facing away with his hands placed behind his back to function as a step. Haru did not question or hesitate, but grabbed on to Yuki's shoulders and neck as the red-head stood, holding on to the other's legs.
Haru felt Yuki start to make his way toward home. He put his arms around Yuki's neck in a tight embrace and buried his face into the crook of the other's shoulder. He took a deep breath and immediately recognized the familiar scent. That's when the water had started falling from his eyes again.
Yuki felt his tear-stained shoulder and noticed it didn't dry until they arrived home.