A/N: Here begins a series based on colors.
First, the color of anger, blood, and love. (Not to mention embarrassment.)
011: RED (1/10)
Later, Yoite wouldn't remember what they'd been arguing about. All he knew was that raising his voice had been a bad idea.
He hacked into his gloves, splattering the with blood, and doubled over from his chest's convulsions. He could hear Yukimi yelling, but with no oxygen to his brain, everything was getting foggy.
Later, Yoite would be horribly embarrassed, but at the time he was too tired to care that he was breaking his own number one rule.
Yoite collapsed and fell forward into Yukimi, who immediately wrapped his arms around him and held him up. He coughed and coughed until he thought his lungs were torn beyond repair. Finally, he was able to breath, and he learned against Yukimi, panting. His cheek pressed into something wet, and when he opened his eyes, they were met with red.
"...I got blood on your shirt," he mumbled.
One of Yukimi's hands was running up and down Yoite's back. "Tch. Just be more careful next time."
"...Aa." He closed his eyes again, too weary to get up.
Later, Yoite would blame the blood loss. It was the only explanation he had for his lack of protest when Yukimi pulled him closer to hold him.
Yeah, I'm shameless. I fear I may have stepped foot onto OOC ground... but then again, I was rewatching the anime today, and Yoite threatens Gau with Kira when he says something bad about Yukimi, so... maybe not. Every time I reread or rewatch Nabari, I always seem to come across some aspect to their relationship that I didn't notice before.
Inspired by Arcane Era/Ein-Sylean, who wanted a hug, and my own awful cough at the moment.