Did I say every two or three weeks? I meant once month. Haha. And this one I had done...

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Summary: (GEN, slashy jokes, and pointless dark thinking.). With Tomonori down and out Tracer must go tell Tsukasa what's going on

Characters: Tomonori, Tracer, Tuskasa
Prompt: 21. Friends
Rating: PG

Written for obseletevulture, just beacuse she's cool . Hey babe, it only took me 5 months...ahaha...

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Tomonori woke to the over powering smell of cigarette smoke and antiseptic burning his nose. He cracked open his eyes to a blur of white ceiling and of black robes not far from the side his lumpy bed. The bright lights stung his eyes, and he closed them in defeat.

"Oh, but you do look good when your lying in bed half naked and out of your mind."

"Shut up," Tomonori reached up to rub his burning eyes.

"That is the kind of hospital gown with no back, right?"

Tomonori decided it would be worth whatever pain he had to endure, and opened his eyes to glare at the other man. Maybe it would make him go away, or at least shut up. "Why are you even here?"

"I saved you life. I at least want a thank you kiss for all my trouble," Tracer sat draped over the back of a wood chair, looking far too comfortable for Tomonori's liking. Long black bangs obscured his right eye, and a stub of a dieing cigarette hung in between his lips. Though the window behind him Tomonori saw the glow of the streetlights below, and a fading half moon looking in on him.

"You..." Tomonori rested boney, white fingers over his eyes. He ran the tips over the rough gauze rapped around his forehead. He found the other man exhausting under normal circumstances; he certainly didn't want to deal with him now. His head felt like something was inside trying to break out, and the pain in his right shoulder grew with every waking moment.

"Hey now father, don't go back to sleep on me. I'm getting bored here." Tracer flicked the still glowing butt out the window.

"I never asked for you help." Tomonori bitterly spat out.

Tracer pulled both cigarettes and lighter from the pockets of his coat, and tapped a stick from the pack. The lighter's flame was a harsh surprise against the dim white light that filled the room. He took a drag on the cigarette, and visibly relaxed as the smoke filled his chest.

On the exhalation, he finally answered, "It's good you don't have too. If you did, you'd be dead," All the grins and laid-back attitude was gone now, leaving a shaded, reflective individual in its place. "You always seemed quite a capable hunter, but tonight was an embarrassment," Tracer eyed the embers of his cigarette, rather than looking at the other man. "Such a mistake is not fit for a man of your skills. Second thoughts will be what gets you killed. If you're going to be so kind, you shouldn't have picked this life."

Tomonori made no response, and, for a while, the only sound was that of the street outside. The scenes of the events that landed him bandaged in that bed played out in front of his eyes once again that night.

A child's cries echoed though a darkened room. A trail of blood dotted along the wooden floor, leading to muffled sobs. He had followed it quietly, ready to finish his work. The sliver cross in his hand caught the light from the door behind him. He found her curled up in the corner farthest from the door. Once brown hair, now stained to black with another's blood, rested against her knees. He tightened his fingers around the thin chain connecting him to his weapon. "In the name of God-"

"I didn't mean too," The words were a raspier whisper shattering the tense silence. Two brown eyes peered up into his. A porcelain doll's face with blood smeared across itslips, two grisly holes in her otherwise clean neck. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and, for a moment, he could only stare into them.

That was all she has needed.

The brown eyes flashed to red, and before he could react five long nails were buried deep in his shoulder. He slammed back against the floor. He tried to raise the cross, but it one swipe from the girl's hand, and it was out of reach. "It's a shame," she leaned to whisper in his ear, "You have such beautiful eyes. I might just have to keep them."

She leaned back, exposing two long white fangs. The more Tomonori tried to struggle the weaker he found himself. He could feel her hot breath blowing the hairs on his neck. All he could do was close his eyes.

"Hey mosquito woman, I'm going to be his first kiss."

Tomonori heard something metal, and hollow bounce across the floor. A bright flash of light filled the room, and the vampire on top of him screamed before falling into ashes.

"You know," Tracer had gotten up from his chair, and was now blowing suffocating smoke into Tomonori face. Tomonori resisted his urge to cough or jerk away. "You really shouldn't go around giving it away like that," Dark eyes glittered down at him inches away form his face. For some reason Tomonori found himself without his usual response. Hitting him would have to do. He almost felt bad about it; he did just save his life.

But only almost.

"Oh! I...ummm..." Both men looked over to the open door. A young nurse stood, clipboard in hand, looking wide-eyed and embarrassed. "S-sorry! I'll come back later!"

"Wait, It's--" But she was gone before Tomonori could explain.

"How about that kiss now?"

"I can and will hurt you."

"I always knew you'd like it rough. It's always the quite ones."

"Excuse me gentlemen," Said another nurse, not wide-eyed or embarrassed, but tried and annoyed, "We do not allow that sort of behavior in here."

"My apologies," Tracer said, rising from the bed with a sweeping bow. "I simply could not resist myself when I saw the lying there looking all needy," He had made his face a downcast one, but it was destroyed by a faint smile to tugged at his lips when he heard Tomonori growl behind him.

"Out. Now." The nurse commanded.

Tracer quickly head to the door, "Night, love!" He sang as he passed though.

"You-!"

"Please restrain yourself, sir," The nurse pushed down on his hurt shoulder, casing him to hiss and fall back to the bed, "I need to take your blood pressure...Is that smoke in here?"

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Less than one hour later Tracer stood before Tomonori's front door, trying to get up the nerve to knock. It wasn't that he was afraid, but the kid was an Eraser. And while he wasn't sure exactly how the mindbreaker thing worked, he was pretty sure that they knew he had gotten hurt. He just hoped that the kid was here, and that he would listen to his explanation.

His made up explanation. Saying. "Oh, I just follow Tomonori home one night, so I would know where he lived," would probably not win him any trust.

Of course if Tomonori had ever said anything about him to the kid, and he was sure he hadn't, trust would not be an issue. Yes, it was all Tomonori's fault he hadn't knocked yet, but he would, in another minute.

"Can I help you with something?"

Tracer whirled around to find Tsukasa on the doorstep behind him. The kid's cheeks were stained red from the cold, and his hair looked wind swept. He was wearing a loose blue top, and baggy pants...ah, and no shoes. He must have gone out looking the minute he felt Tomonori in trouble. He was also looking on edge, best to respond before there were wings involved.

"Tsukasa, right?" Tracer smiled. "Don't worry, Tomonori's okay."

Tsukasa's back went stiff, and he crossed his arms. "How do you know?"

A valid question. "Because I took him to the hospital myself." At this Tsukasa turned pale and uncrossed his arms. "But he really is okay," Tracer quickly assured. "I just came by to take you to him."

"Who are you?"

"An old...friend."

"What's your name?"

"Tracer."

"He has never mentioned you."

"We have had a kind of rocky relationship." Tracer waited for the next question, when they just stood there, he spoke, "My car is just around the corner. You can go inside and put on something warmer, then we'll go," Tracer was starting to worry. Maybe the kid was going into shock or something. He kind of looked like it. Or maybe Tomonori had mentioned him before, and told Tsukasa not to trust him.

Hn, did seem like something the guy would do. Those big, brown eyes did seem suspicious.

"He's really okay?" Tsukasa spoke at last.

"A bump on the head and a scratched up shoulder. Come see for yourself."

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When they arrived Tomonori was asleep, as expected still on pain killers. Tracer watched Tsukasa sit attentively by Tomonori's bed, holding his hand under the covers. He kept glancing at Tomonori's shoulder. Wanted to heal it, Tracer figured. Either he realized that it really was a very bad idea to heal a wound magically in a hospital, or he didn't want Tracer to see his powers.

Probably both.

He hadn't asked a lot of questions after they got in the car. While that was good, he didn't really want to answer the ones that came to his mind, it did seem weird. Later he figured he would find something to worry about in that, but at the moment he had been awake for 29 hours and was getting kind of tired.

Tomonori was starting to stir, and the kid was anxiously hovering over him. Time to make a disappearance.

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"Tomonori-san?"

"Mn...Tuskasa?"

"Yes," The boy smiled. "Are you alright? Should I get a nurse?"

"No, I'm fine," He squeezed the hand that was holding his. "Did the hospital call you?"

"No, Tracer-san bought me."

That seemed to take a moment to process. "What?"

"Tracer-san showed up at home. He said he knew where you were. I know you said not to trust him, but you also said he wasn't a bad guy. And I was really worried. I felt you get hurt, but when I went there you were gone, and I couldn't even sense you anymore. Mana said she could still feel you. A-and Haruna said she could tell you were on the west side of town, so I knew you weren't...yo-you know--but still no one knew what happened. Itsuki said it was really weird for you just to disappear like that and--" Tsukasa stopped his rambling to let out a small hick-up.

"I'm sorry, Tsukasa." Tomonori started to raise his arm to wipe away the escaping tears, but Tsukasa pressed it down, and did it himself.

"Ah, sorry, I said I wouldn't do this."

For a while they talked quietly about what had happen. Tomonori explained the situation (leaving out a few select details). At the end of his story he had deiced he had to ask. It would bother him forever, if he didn't.

"He didn't do or say anything weird, did he?"

"Huh? Who?"

"Tracer."

"Um, no. He acted a little nervous at first. What kind of weird things?"

"Taking advantage of your shock and worry." Tracer stepped just into the door way, hand held to his heart. "I am hurt that you would even ask that. What kind of monster do you think I am?"

Tomonori did not look abashed, raising an eyebrow and glaring.

"Of course I took advantage of his shock and worry! Look at that face! Those eyes! The lips! How could I not?"

Tracer was saved (or doomed, depending on whose wrath you would think the worst) by the return of the tried and annoyed nurse. "You! I told you to get out of here."

"Leaving right now!" Tracers headed down the hall.

"Oh no, I'm going to make sure you don't come back."

"Tomonori-san, what did he mean by 'take advantage'?" Tsukasa asked.

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Will Tracer ever get his kiss? Will Tomonori have to explain? Could this get really craky and turn in to and OT3 situation?

Possibly!

But I'm to lazy to write it.

Now, what will I have to do to get a review from you guys?