Glimmer of light in the encompassing darkness
Warnings: None... no, wait... kinda long running sentences... I tend to do that... Oh, and spoilers to the current arc (regarding Yamamoto). And a couple of swear words courtesy of Haya-chan.
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing fic if they were mine, now, would I? (They'd be out of the closet and going to dates and Mocchan would be alright right now if I owned them.)
A/N: This is a little drabble/ficlet/oneshot/wtvr I wrote yesterday morning while trying to get to sleep… Hopefully I managed to keep them IC.
He can't feel his legs and his heart is numb and slowly yet steadily cracking and crumbling (like the rest of his world around him) and he can't quite manage to pull off his usual smile when Gokudera visits him. The other boy takes one look at his sorry attempt for a smile and bops him on the head (not too hard though) and tells him to stop trying so damn hard when he obviously fucking can't.
At Gokudera's words, he feels a bit like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, because he doesn't need to pretend, and in a few moments, it's like a dam has broken as a torrent of tears and words full of vexation and anger and sorrow rush forth and he throws his right arm (which isn't connected to the I.V.) over his eyes.
Gokudera listens quietly from where he half-sits on the edge of the bed, eyes transfixed on some point on the other side of the room but not really seeing anything. The back of his left hand is lightly touching Yamamoto's on the bed in some semblance of comfort.
The angry tirade ends on a helpless note, with Yamamoto wondering about the point of living on now and Gokudera can't stand the pitiful image (because Yamamoto Takeshi shouldn't look so damn pitiful). So he acts as he knows best. He snaps at him and tells him that at least he's not alone because he has his old man and he has the Tenth and his friends and Gokudera will personally kick his ass if he dares give up already because it's not over yet, dammit, and they don't know for sure that this is permanent and "Don't you dare do anything stupid!"
"Talk to me," he says," if you don't wanna worry your dad or the Tenth."
And Yamamoto can't quite tell why he feels so happy at hearing that, why he feels like, after being drowned in pitch black for a long time, there's finally a pinprick of light that manages to dispel at least part of the pain.
