Hadow
Hadow is the ship of Hiro Hamada X Shadow the Hedgehog. There might be sex in it, might not, I don't know yet, I haven't written it. Anyway this takes place when Hiro loses Tadashi, and now you see why the ship works. Triggers like cutting if any of you cry just from hearing that word. Maybe a suicide attempt too. I have done both, but I'll read about it every chance I can in books. Anyway, let's start this SHIT!
Hiro was lying on his bed. Thinking about how fast he lost his brother in a matter of seconds. It was past 9 PM now and the curtain was open so the dark night made his skin glow a bit.
"I could have stopped him. I could have stopped him. Why didn't I? Why did I not stop him? Why the hell did I not stop him?" Hiro asked the ceiling, as if it could talk back. Tears started leaking from his heart as he kept asking questions.
"Why didn't I stop him? He ran right into the fire. I could have stopped him, why didn't I? Why? Why? Why?"
Hiro's bed was almost flooded with tears as he kept asking his questions. He felt a hard pain in his stomach, like he was either hungry or gonna throw up. Hiro knew this pain, it came whenever he thought about Tadashi like this. But it also didn't help that he hasn't eaten in a few days. Ever since Tadashi's funeral, Hiro hasn't felt like eating food. He just wanted to eat the pain away.
Hiro kicked his legs over the side of his bed and sighed. He looked around to try to find something. He went downstairs to the kitchen and looked around. Aunt Cass was just sleeping on the couch while some music played from Music Choice. Hiro kept to his plan and walked slowly to the silverware drawer and pulled out a knife. He headed back upstairs and closed the door. He pulled up the sleeves of his jacket and placed the blade on his skin, not in his skin, but on it. He ran the edges of the blade across his skin slowly and waited for something to come out. Nothing.
"This is so hard. How do people do this?" Hiro asked the blade.
"They don't do it like that, that's for sure." Said someone standing outside of the window.
Hiro turned around quickly and focused his eyes on the ominous figure and held the blade out to him.
"Who are you? Tell me now or I'll wake up my Aunt." Asked Hiro.
"I am Shadow." Said Shadow.
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't know to be honest. I was just walking outside when I heard you talking about how you could have saved someone."
"Okay creepy, but true. Still what does that have to do with you though?"
"I to lost someone that I cared about. I could have saved her, but didn't."
"Really? How long ago?"
"A few years."
"How do you cope with the pain?"
"I do what most people do."
"See a counselor?"
"What do you think?"
"No."
"Correct, I started cutting."
"I don't see any scars."
Shadow leaped through the window and got close to Hiro. Revealing not only his blood red eyes, but also the many scars on his arm. Hiro was in awe. How could someone do this to themself? He then remembered what he was about to do and felt guilty.
"Shadow, do you need a hug?" Asked Hiro as he raised his arms.
"Really?" Shadow asked in shock.
"Yeah, the pain of losing someone you could have saved hurts like hell. I know it hurts."
"I-I would like a hug. What's your name again?"
"Hiro."
Hiro wrapped his arms around the ebony hedgehog and hugged him tightly.
"It will get better." Said Shadow to Hiro.
"No, it won't. It will just hurt forever."
"Even so, you learn to live with the pain."
"I hope so."
"Hiro, do you still want to cut?"
"Yes, Shadow. I still do."
Shadow sighed and pulled out a razor blade and handed it to Hiro.
"I got it from a pencil sharpener. Just press it against your skin and move down. Do horizontal to stay alive, vertical to die, a safe spot is the sides of your ass, so only you know about it, and it doesn't risk you of dying." Shadow told Hiro.
"Shadow."
"Yes Hiro?"
"Can you stay with me for tonight?"
"Why?"
"I want someone to hug during the night that knows what I'm going through."
Shadow smiled and hugged him. Hiro led Shadow towards his bed and they slept in each other's arms, knowing the warmth of them was not just from their body heat, but also from the feelings they shared.