A.N. Aaah, it's been a while... My lectures are over now, so here's another piece of "To live again" :)
Chapter 4 – Hospitals and dreams
I woke up at the hospital – I knew it was a hospital by the smell. One can never mistake it for something else; and I have smelled it more than just a few times. I waited till my eyes adapted to the light, blinking, and looked around. A man was dozing off on the chair beside my bed.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the man I wanted… to see.
Reiji felt my eyes on him and shifted, his own eyes focusing on me. He smiled sleepily.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty…", he grinned.
"… and here I thought you weren't into guys…", I snorted.
Reiji laughed. I tried to sit. Bad idea – my left side hurt like a bitch. I tried to stifle the moan of pain, but Reiji heard it.
"You've got 15 stitches.", he informed me.
I huffed indefinitely.
"How's he?", I asked. Reiji snorted loudly.
"I just told you have 15 stitches and you ask how's he?"
"Reiji…", I warned.
He shook his head.
"He's… fine."
"How bad?"
"Huh? How bad what?"
"I know he freaked out; how bad?"
"…He's… sensitive when it comes to this. His partner…"
"Yeah… Iruka told me something about it. He died in his arms?"
Reiji nodded curtly. "Izumo's just… well, for a moment he thought history was gonna repeat itself…"
"Fuck… Where is he?"
"… The captain came to order him to go home. He kinda slept here… for the last two days."
"Two days?.!", now it was me, who was freaking out. Reiji only nodded.
Damn. He must have been on edge this whole time. We'd have to talk about this…
But now…
"You should rest", Reiji said. I only nodded, or so I think, before sleep overcame me and the darkness engulfed me.
When I woke up again, it was to go to the restroom. It was sometime in the middle of the night, judging by the darkness outside and the eerily quiet and empty hospital. Not really knowing where the bathrooms were, I crept outta my room, slowly, wincing from the stitches. I limped down the hall, when I suddenly heard the muffle voices. My ears perked and I went closer to hear them better.
"You went against the rules back then, Kakashi. You know that…"
Kakashi? What the…?
I peeked around the corner. That strange masked guy, Kakashi, stood in front of Iruka's hospital room with another one of those ANBU guys. Asuma, I think – he was the one scolding Kakashi.
"I helped a colleague", Kakashi argued.
"You stayed behind", Asuma pointed out. "ANBU-s don't help the regular policemen. Not like that. Not like you did. We come, kill the enemy and go back. No staying back to help the wounded."
"Well, forgive me for being human for once instead of just a soldier", Kakashi said bitterly.
Asuma frowned. "Do you even hear yourself? Helping a colleague? Being a human, not just a soldier? Since when, Kakashi? Since when do you give a fuck about anyone, much less one, who's not even from our team?"
Kakashi averted his mismatched eyes. Asuma didn't let go.
"… We all know Umino Iruka's not just a colleague for you, Kakashi. So don't give me that noble speech, alright? And… no matter how things are for the regular policemen… this… affection of yours, will not be tolerated in ANBU. And I don't mean the guys, we don't give a damn who you wanna fuck. It's Yuhi and the others above her you'll have to face."
Kakashi snorted and made a face – as if he was both hurt and challenging Asuma.
"So what – you're telling me not to hide it, but not to show it either?"
"… I'm telling you to think about what exactly you feel and is it worth it. You've had your fair share of one-night stands and other fooling around, we all have. This now may not be like that. I'm just telling you to make up your mind about it."
It was all Kakashi could do to nod curtly.
I moved back, my back to the wall. Maybe they weren't just killing machines after all. Maybe there was always and everywhere more than what catches the eye.
When I woke up again I saw the one I was waiting for ever since I first opened my eyes at the hospital.
Izumo sat by the slightly open window; he looked tired, something I could see even though his face was turned down. He was smoking.
I grinned. "Last time I checked smoking at the hospital was forbidden", I said, voice hoarse from the sleep.
"Been here a lot?", he asked quietly, voice dark and kinda tired; he still hadn't looked up.
"Well…", I started, but got interrupted by his quiet dark voice again.
"Don't ever do this again." Izumo finally looked up and I saw the dark crescents under his eyes, the skin of his face looked paler and a bit greenish-grey. He was the one looking sick. But I couldn't tell him this, I couldn't cause he said, again with this quiet voice. "Don't ever do this to me again."
Something inside me wanted to say "I'm sorry", but my stubborn self pointed out "Well, you're alive, right? Complaining much?"
He suddenly was next to me, grabbing the hems of my hospital gown, the smoke from his cigarette almost choking me.
"Not at this cost!", he gritted out, looking a bit crazy. "What if you'd died!.?"
We stated at each other. "I'm not gonna lie to you, Zumo", I said, voice serious. "I'd do it again. This is what I believe in. I'd die to save my partner, but also I'd do everything I can not to put him at the same position."
His grip loosened, his eyes turned sad.
"You're just like him…", he whispered, then dropped the edges of the gown, walking back to the window, his back turned to me, hand running nervously through his hair. He looked up to the sky and I heard him whispering "Why are you doing this to me?"
Silence settled in the room for a while, so I finally asked, mostly to distract him "When are they letting me out?"
"Today, after a check-up", he said, voice still a bit hollow. He then turned to finally face me again. "You're supposed to be on work tomorrow, I'll pick you up at 8."
"I can drive, you know. Have my licence and own a …"
"I don't give a rat's ass, be ready at 8 tomorrow or I'll kick you otta you bed and into my car!"
I chuckled, purposefully lewdly. "I do prefer my bed instead of the backseat and I want diner first.", I was rewarded to see him madly blushing, then I added thoughtfully "And, talking about rat's asses, I wonder if he's ok…."
"He?"
"The rat."
"Oh, you're friends now", Izumo nodded with mock understanding.
"Well, yeah, he's quiet and understanding and doesn't object all that I say."
His face suddenly became serious.
"… Sorry about that."
"Hm?"
"For being so… difficult. I'm sorry. I'll try more, ok?"
My eyebrow rose, I knew I was making a face.
"…Okaaay… I guess?"
He snorted. "Let's get you home, rat boy"
I had a dream about him that night. A very, very wet dream. I've always found my imagination both a good thing… and a curse.
"Tetsu…", he moaned, writhing under me, his body twisting like he was in heat. My lips traced his neck, up to his ear… his skin was so soft… smooth… I bit lightly on his ear. "Ah!", he gasped. I smirked next to his ear, tracing the shell with my tongue. "Fuuuu-..!", he breathed. So responsive… My mouth not leaving his ear, my fingers teased the hardened nipples of his bare chest…
"Tetsu, come oooon!", he whined. His legs opened wider, encasing me… I had to swallow dryly, before I could grin and tease him…
"Hmmm…? What, Zumo? What do you want from me?"
It was his turn to grin; his hand traveled down my body – his fingers lightly ghosting over my pecks, my abs… lower… He grabbed me through my pants, making me gasp loudly, then he started massaging me.
"Hah… Z-Zumo…"
His grin became wider; he pulled my cock out of its confinement… and stroked. Not being able to stop myself, I moaned loudly, my eyes closing on their own.
"Ah, Zumo!"
"Let me out too… Undress me, Tetsu…"
Ah, how quickly his pants were undone and on the floor… And, ah, the view under them!
And just like the tempter he was, he opened his legs wider… wider… I could see his puckered hole… waiting to be filled…
"Come on, Tetsu…"
"I… lube…", I tried to think straight.
"No lube… take me dry…"
"N-no, Zumo… I can't…"
"Just do it slowly… come on, babe…"
"Zumo…"
"Por favor, mi amor…"
What the…? Spanish? He spoke Spanish?.! Oh, dear Kami….!
"Say it again…!"
"Mi amor…", he whispered passionately.
Fuck! I'm lost!
"Te quiero, Tetsu…"
Fuuuuuuck!
Already feeling at my limit, I slid all the way inside him, slowly like he begged me to. His head fell back on the pillow, baring his neck, his back arching up to me, his eyes fluttered closed…
"Ooooh! Hah… yeah… Don't stop, just… move, Tetsu, please…"
"Say it in Spanish!"
"Sigue! Ah! Haaah!"
"Así está bien?", I grinned.
"Hah…aaaah! Si, muy bien!", he screamed.
A few more thrusts… that's all both of us could last, before the world crushed to pieces all around us. I was screaming, he was screaming…
My alarm clock was screaming…
Fuck.
I needed a shower. Preferably before he came to kick me outta my bed!
I smirked lopsidedly – I hadn't had such a vivid wet dream since I was a kid. And waking up all sticky… damn…
I showered quickly, got dressed and even managed to have a light snack before Izumo came banging on my door.
"Open up, rat boy!"
Uh... so not like my dream-Izumo.
"You know, you should really drop that! I have a name."
"It's long.", he complained, handing me a cup of coffee. (Hm, nice… Did I have to get shoot at to make him this nice, I wondered, but took the cup, muttering a "thank you".)
"Just call me Tetsu…", I had suggested it before my dream came back to me, staining my cheeks bright red… after all they all called me like that. What was wrong with me…?.!
I sneezed as we were getting into the car.
"Salud!", he said.
I choked with my coffee. "Y-you speak Spanish?.!", I groaned.
"Ah, si, yo hablo un poco español", he smiled nicely.
Fuck. I'm lost.
A.N. Anooo... well, maaaaybe it kinda shows I had a few Spanish lectures ;D Ah, I love that language. Few things can make me do almost anything - Spanish, electic guitars aaand a few others ;D Anyways, now be good kids and REVIEW! ^^