Writer: Oddcompass
Warning(s): Character Death
Pairing(s): Kagami/Aomine
A/N: Hello, once again! I have no idea why, but I just had the sudden urge to write this and finally got around to it. Sorry if it sucked and please excuse any spelling errors! (Also, will anyone be kind enough to correct me on the flower thing? I wasn't sure if that was the right flower to represent sadness.)
He could hardly recognize him, even though he was right in his face. The once strong guy he knew was just a withered mess of dull and rubbery skin over too prominent, brittle-looking bones. His once bright and shining eyes were sunk into his skull, closed, and he was sure they would look beady. His cheekbones were too easily seen. His hair was just a thin sheet on his head. His entire being was just too small. He had tubes going all through his body and it all looked so grotesque he could hardly stand to look at him like this. There were machines all around him beeping and whirring, trying to keep him alive.
It made him sick.
He held a small vase full of asclepiases in his hands that were oh-so-familiar to the other small vases full of asclepiases. He tried not to think about it too hard, of course. He couldn't stand having to see those wilted and dead asclepiases. He would throw them out when the nurses didn't.
He looked everywhere except at the small, frail thing on the hospital bed below him. He looked at the always off television. He looked out the window to see cars, people, and life go on without him. He looked at the plain white ceiling, then at the plain white floor, then back at the asclepiases, then he ran out of places to look.
His eyes were back on him.
The person's eyes were open. It was startling, to be honest, seeing those eyes after so long. He wasn't sure whether or not he was happy about this. How much pain did it put in him to do just that, let alone breathe?
"...ami," He whispered, blinking slowly up at the red head. Even with eyes that were dull and beady, they seemed to speak many things that he coud not.
"Hey, you're awake!" Kagami feigned happiness, although he was no where near happy. Far from it. "H-How are you doing?" He could feel tears well up in his eyes and had to will them away.
He didn't reply but only stared at Kagami's face intently. He continued to blink slowly, then his eyes trailed down, as if they were following something.
Without his knowing, a tear had slipped down his cheek. He hurriedly wiped it away, not wanting him to know that he was sad or felt pity for him. He cursed himself for being so weak and turned from his dieing friend and to the bedside table that didn't have too many vases on it. He placed the vase of asclepiases there.
"Mine?" He had spoken so lowly that Kagami could've pretended he didn't speak at all.
"Those asclepiases? Of course they are, Ahomine. Don't be such a dumbass!" Kagami threw himself down in the chair near the hospital bed. He put his head in his hands and couldn't hold back anymore.
He started to cry.
There was snot, tears, and choked sobbing, all coming from Kagami. He really, really wished that he was strong enough not to cry in front of him. He shouldn't be crying in front of the man who probably couldn't even form a single tear anymore.
Just as he looked up, there was a smile on his face and a long beeep sound in the background. His eyes widened.
He's dead.
Oddly, he wasn't as upset as he thought he would be. Maybe it was because he didn't believe it. He couldn't believe. And so he didn't.
Kagami went home that day, believing, knowing, hoping, that Aomine was still alive. He wouldn't have it any other way.