Say Goodbye
Version:
Shu-time
Disclaimer: Not mine,
yo. This web we weave; an intersection before time. Some things are
just destined.
Only the pink-haired boy's long-armed friend saved him from being side-swiped by a speeding car. Shuichi and the sidewalk became intimate partners anyway, but it was better than the car. Shuichi made an inarticulate sound; a mix of pain, relief, and anger. His knee and right palm were bleeding.
Hiro ran a few feet shaking his fist and shouting at the departing car; left only with the quick impression of brown hair and a resolute express. Damn woman drivers anyway. She hadn't even noticed she almost ran someone over!
"Did you see that!" Shuichi exclaimed while angrily shoving his bleeding knee at Hiro. "That car tried to kill me!"
In an abrupt change of mood, Shuichi curled up into a ball of bright pink hair, orange sweater, and cargo shorts, making himself as small as possible and weeping. "You PUSHED me, Hiro!"
"Id-i-ot."
Shuichi whimpered at the reply and swiped a hand across his face. It left a trail of smeared blood and snot.
Hiro shook his head and pulled Shuichi off the sidewalk. He carefully kept an arm around his smaller friend. Shuichi's balance was precarious at the best of times; bleeding and crying tripled the threat of him winding up back on the ground, possibly crying louder. Hiro began steering Shuichi to their original destination: the nearby McDonalds.
"C'mon, Shu, we'll get you cleaned up in there and I'll even buy your lunch, ok?" Hiro swiped a hand through Shuichi's hair and felt him stop shivering.
Shuichi snuggled under his taller best friend's arm and let out a sheepish chuckle. "Thanks, Hiro."
They limped their way into McDonalds and made their way to the bathroom. Hiro stopped Shuichi by the doorway.
"Stay here," he commanded. Hiro knew if Shuichi got a look at the blood smeared across his face the boy would freak out again. The weird looks the McDonald's employees had given them had worried the pink-haired boy enough.
Dampening a length of paper towel with warm water and soap, Hiro resolutely approached Shuichi and attacked his face before any of the blood and snot could dry any further.
"Hiiirrrrooooooooo," Shuichi whimpered pitifully, scrunching his head against the wall and tucking his chin down, "I'm not a little kid!"
"With the amount of whining you're doing, no one could tell." Hiro said, grabbing Shuichi's chin in his hand and forcing his forward again. He continued wiping.
Finally, he deemed Shuichi blood-free and stepped back, allowing Shuichi to continue further into the bathroom and the mirror.
Shuichi sat on the counter while Hiro cleaned the dirt and pebbles away from his knee with a paper towel and water from the sink. The pink haired boy sniffled occasionally but let Hiro do his best. After Hiro declared the knee sufficiently clean, Shuichi carefully washed the germs and blood off his right hand. They didn't have any bandages so they carefully wound layers of paper towels around Shuichi's knee and right palm.
Hiro was looking at his pink-haired friend with exasperation while Shuichi fussed with the paper towels, trying to get them to stay secured. The red-haired man's eyes softened and he let out a sigh. He watched his arms in the mirror as they reached out and gathered his friend near. Hiro closed his eyes and burrowed into the back of his friend's neck.
"I'm glad you're ok."
Shuichi's eyes softened and he twisted around enough to throw his arms around the redhead's body.
"Hiro…"
They both missed the door opening and a blond man scowling at the sight of them before sweeping out.
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