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Rin's POV:
I sit in the sand, watching the ocean and the sky darken.
I saw it. heaven. Or, at least it felt like heaven. It could just as easily have been hell. Or purgatory. I have no idea. But I'm positive I was dead.
I felt surrounded by calm, and I could see him trying to revive me. I begged for him to stop, for him to let me be at peace.
I yelled for him to let me go.
"Haru! Stop! I don't want this! Just let me die for god's sake!"
I put my hand on his shoulder, even though I don't think he felt it.
Then he leaned down and gave me breath. I started to fade, and then I woke up.
Wherever I was headed, it didn't seem any worse than life.
I hear Haru's muffled screaming, and whip my head around to look at him. He has his head in his hands, shaking and sobbing.
I stare at him for several minutes, not sure of what to say.
Should I try to comfort him? Does he want me to?
I doubt it. Not that I want to anyway, he's my enemy. That's all he is...
"Haru..."
He looks up at me, into my eyes, then passes out with a groan.
"Haru? Haru wake up!"
Fuck.
I start shaking his shoulders, starting to worry.
Maybe he's just exhausted.
Yeah, that's it. He did have to swim a long way, and help me get back too...
At least he's breathing normally.
I sit beside him for a couple hours, checking to make sure he's still breathing every few minutes. I hear thunder close by, then the rain starts to pour. I'm soaked in two minutes. I sigh and lay Haru on his side so he doesn't drown while I go to get my clothes. And his...
I walk towards the boardwalk, picking up Haru's rain soaked clothes. When I get everything, I wrap it all inside of my sweatshirt. I pick up Haru, heaving him over my shoulder. I walk up the bank, then walk along the side of the road towards Haru's house.
This has got to look pretty weird.
A soaked, basically naked teenage boy carrying an unconscious, almost naked teenage boy over his shoulder on the side of the road in the rain.
I hope no one thinks I murdered him or something.
I walk up to Haru's front door, and turn the door knob.
Locked. Of course.
I sigh, my shoulder starting to ache.
Haru, stop being so heavy.
I set him down for a couple minutes, to check if he's okay again and stretch my shoulder. I pick him up again, but carry him bridal style. It hurts my shoulders less. I start to walk to Makoto's house, not wanting to have to explain this to him. Or see him for that matter.
The rain's getting heavier, and I almost slip on a staircase five times. I set Haru down, still holding his torso up and putting his arm over my shoulder. I knock on Makoto's door, realizing how cold I am from the rain.
He opens the door. "Rin? What are you doing here? What happened to Haru?!" He pulls us both inside and shuts the door.
"Long story." I reply lightly and chuckle.
"Rin, what happened to Haru-chan? And why are you guys only in your underwear?" He gets a towel and I help dry us both off as I explain.
"Well, I was swimming in the ocean alone. I thought I wasn't that far from the shore, but when I looked back towards it I was at least two hundred feet out. I started to get hit with waves, and I panicked. I got sucked under by one. That turned into an endless cycle, and I was all alone, about to die..."
I look at Makoto, then at Haru, who was laying on the couch.
"I started screaming for help whenever I could get back to the surface, and Haru saw me. He swam out and grabbed me before I passed out. When I woke up, he had been giving me CPR... Then he passed out and I carried him back here. I'm only in my underwear because I didn't have my swimsuit."
I start to shiver and look at my sweatshirt on the floor.
"Hey Makoto?"
"Yeah?" He looks up at me, then at Haru with a worried look.
I toss him the sweatshirt. "Our clothes are wrapped up in that. I picked them up off the boardwalk. Can you dry those?"
"Um, sure. I'll go put them in the dryer. And I'll bring you some clothes to wear while they're drying." He walks off, looking back at me.
I walk over to his couch and sit beside Haru, who's lightly sleeping, hair all over his face. I reach over and tuck his hair behind his ear.
I pull my hand back quickly as Makoto walks in.
"Here, it's just sweats and a t-shirt, if that's okay. And I have clothes for Haru-chan too. I hope he won't mind too much if we put clothes on him." He laughs and throws the clothes to me. He walks into another room and
"Thanks." I stand up and slip on the shirt, then the pants. I lean down and look at Haru, who's shivering.
I slide one leg of the sweat pants over Haru's leg, then the other. I slide them up, lifting him up slightly to pull them all the way up. I prop a pillow behind him and put the shirt over him, struggling to put his arms into the sleeves.
Makoto walks in with two cups of hot tea. "Need some help with that?"
"I got it." I say quietly. I reach under the shirt and grab his arm lightly, putting through the sleeve, then I do the same with the other and pull the shirt down. "There."
He hands me the cup of tea and takes a sip out of his. "It's chamomile."
I take a sip of mine and look at Haru resting.
"So, um.. why were you swimming in the ocean alone?" He whispers, watching me.
"I needed a break."
"From what?"
"None of your business." I glare at him and set the tea down.
"Okay, sorry..." He takes another sip. "Do you know why Haru passed out?"
"I don't know. He seemed pretty exhausted though..." I trail off, thinking about when he was screaming with his head in his hand.
"Rin..." I look over, seeing Haru fluttering his eyes open. Makoto sets his tea down and runs over to him.
"Haru-chan, are you alright?" He puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, I think so. How did I get here?" He stares at me, confused.
Makoto looks at him. "Rin carried you here. He tried to take you to your house, but your front door was locked."
"Oh." He continues staring at me, and I look away from him, drinking the tea. I look outside and see it's still raining pretty hard.
"The clothes should be dry soon. Your shoes might still be wet though." Makoto stands up, walking out.
"I'm sorry I passed out." Haru sits up and touches my shoulder. "Thanks."
"You're really heavy Haru." I take another sip of tea.
"Can I have a sip? I'm still really cold." He looks at me.
"Sure." I hand him the tea cup as Makoto walks back in with the clothes. Haru takes a big sip and sets it down.
Makoto hands us the clothes. "Here. They're still kind of wet.. But you can just wear my clothes and give them back later."
"Thank you." Haru says quietly, clearing his throat repeatedly.
"Are you okay Haru-chan?" Makoto looks at him, concern written into his emerald eyes.
God. He treats Haru like his kid or something.
I look at both of them then stand up. "I'm going home." I walk towards the door.
"Rin, you shouldn't walk too far outside. It's raining pretty hard and you could catch a cold. And isn't your dorm a few miles away?" Makoto turns and stares at me.
"I'll be okay. And thanks. You too Haru." I open the door and look back, seeing Haru's cheeks getting red.
"Are you sure Rin? You guys could stay here tonight, there's plenty of room." He glimpses at me nervously.
I gaze into the downpour, contemplating if walking was worth it or not. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Fine. I'll stay. But I'm not staying because I want to, I'm staying because I don't want to get wet again."
I shut the door and throw my clothes on a chair by the entrance. I glance at Haru, who's shifting around uncomfortably on the couch. Makoto notices this too and pipes up. "Why don't we play video games or watch a movie?"
"Movie." Haru and I both say in unison.
"What kind?"
"Scary." I say quietly, walking over to sit beside Haru.
"Okay, I've got The Grudge 1-3, The Last Exorcism, and 1408."
"The Grudge first." Haru says, sipping the tea again. I nod.
Makoto grabs the movie and puts it in, turning the lights off and walking out to get popcorn while the previews play. I gaze at Haru, hoping he's not too upset that I'm here. He glances at me, then blushes.
"Do I have something on my face?" He whispers, biting his lip.
"No..." I blush and look down. "I'm sorry."
"I know."
