Fleeting Moments
By Dan'yu
Drabble #3: Reassurance
Three days had passed since she had first been brought to Kazuma's home, two days since she had regained consciousness and one day since he had been able to see her. Vaguely conscious of the brief conversation he held with Kunimitsu as he quietly thanked the other man and ascended the stairs toward the bedroom, dimly aware of the late hour, presented in the silence and darkness enveloping the house, Haru's mind was centered on one thing, the feel of Rin's limp and thin body in his arms, the remembrance of current and past injuries his hands had passed over, the memory of her tired and pained eyes as they stared back at him.
The need to see her alive, whole, and recovering pulsed through him so intensely it blinded him to everything else around him, only the intensity of his focus making him capable of staying on his feet as he opened the door, stepping into the dimly lit bedroom.
She was lying on the bed as he entered, soundlessly closing the door behind him. Body curled in a crescent-shape beneath the sheets, the remainder of her dark hair fanned out against the cream-colored pillow, she seemed alright at first sight. As he stepped closer, he was able to make out the steady rise and fall of her chest, her skin pale but not the ghost-white that haunted his memory.
She opened her eyes as he drew closer, her dark eyes focusing on him as she smiled. "Haru." And that was it, a simple smile, a whisper of his name, but it was enough to reassure. The harsh bite of relief swept over him, bombarding him, guilting him for his fears.
But as he crawled into the bed beside her, and wrapped her in his embrace, felt her alive and breathing in his arms, he thanked the heavens above and whatever god would listen for that simple reassurance.