Author's notes: I finally got all of my Hikago stuff moved from to lj. Yay! Now, everyone can read from wherever is the most convenient for them.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Not my series. I just like to mess with their pretend lives.
Chapter 11: The Way Back Home
"So who do you think would do such a thing?" Isumi asked trying to distract Hikaru's attention elsewhere.
The blonde-banged boy fretted over the question coming up with no answers. "Who hates the idea of the two of us together? I mean, who else knows? Besides you and Waya?" Green eyes widened. "Waya always disliked Akira. He hated the fact that we hid ourselves. I mean, and he knew too. All he needed to do was …" His voice trailed off as he entertained the idea.
Isumi sitting next the boy felt his good nature snap. "I understand that you're upset over this situation, Shindou," he said a quiet anger in his voice. "But please do not make implications that will force me to be angry with you."
"Yeah," Hikaru said sighing. "I'm sorry. I know Waya would never betray us."
"And speak of the devil," Isumi said when the door opened.
A harassed looking Waya entered, arms supporting an uncoordinated Akira. "Okay," the auburn haired boy was coaching. "Uh huh, just like that. You can take another step, one foot in front of the other. We're almost there."
"Is the world supposed to spin?" Akira was asking marveling at the fact that the world moved with him. Obediently he took another step and felt himself stumble. Hand flailed, trying to grip at Waya's shoulders. Somehow he had miscalculated and felt clumsy fingers close around strands of hair.
"Ouch!" Waya cried, letting go of the boy reflexively to put a hand to the sore spot on his head.
Akira found that he couldn't even force himself to stand on his own. Without Waya's support, he stumbled backwards, the world moving in its dizzying fashion. Hands grasped for something to hold him up, but were met with empty air, and suddenly as his body hit the door behind him, he suddenly didn't think that falling was such a bad idea. Crumpling to the ground, he laughed. Somehow it was funny. "I'm a mess, aren't I, Waya?" Torrents of giggles escaped him and he couldn't stop it.
"Don't just stand there!" Waya exclaimed addressing Isumi and Hikaru. As he turned golden eyes to the boys who had risen to greet them, he saw a pair of shocked faces, wide eyed, mouths hanging open.
Suddenly, Hikaru was in action, vaulting over the couch to reach Akira rather than walking around it. "Akira!" he cried concern overwhelming his earlier frustrations. Kneeling on the floor, he helped the other boy up.
The laugher sated once Akira was on his feet. It had hurt, and the world was still spinning. "Hikaru," the other boy managed to slur upon recognition. "Are you still angry?" As he spoke, he realized that his mouth was watering, and he couldn't stop it. I don't feel so good. Before Hikaru could answer, Akira was already speaking again. "Waya?" he asked.
"What is it?" the other boy, who was already making his way across the room to Isumi, asked tiredly.
"I don't feel so good again. Can I throw up now?"
Looking at the couple near the door, Waya, with a slightly vengeful smile, said, "Go ahead."
Clutching at the cloth of Hikaru's t-shirt, Akira found his body retching in order to rid itself of what it so desperately needed to. His head lowered onto Hikaru's chest as his body jerked to further dispense a stream of chunky fluid from his mouth, manifesting itself in the wet mess that dripped down Hikaru's chest.
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Nearly half an hour had passed by the time Hikaru had managed to force Akira to take a couple of aspirin with a Gatorade. It then took another half an hour to coax Akira's unresponsive body to the bathroom, insisting that the other boy shower. Both of them were covered in puke, and he couldn't let Akira stay that way, especially knowing how much of a neat freak he normally was. When the other boy had finally gotten his instructions and begun undressing himself, Hikaru left, satisfied. He had since taken off his shirt and had let it soak in some water and was now lounging in an armchair with Isumi and Waya on the couch next to it.
"I can't believe you told him to throw up on me," He blond-banged boy gritted out bitterly.
"Hey!" Waya defended. "It was a long night for me. I never want to drag your drunken boyfriend home for you ever again."
"Thank you, Waya, for bringing him back to me. If not, who knows where he would have gone."
"Ogata-san's," Waya answered, taking a swig out of the coke can that Hikaru had offered him. He got a kick out of the way green eyes in front of him widened, the face paling.
"Thank you," Hikaru repeated again in a hushed whisper. For some reason, he always had a sneaking suspicion that Ogata had a sort of unnatural fascination with Akira, and it had always made him slightly nervous.
"Hey, by the way," Waya commented. "Touya's been in there for a while."
"I was thinking the same thing," Isumi cut in, eyes glancing towards the bathroom door. "Perhaps you should check to make sure that he hasn't fallen asleep or passed out. You mentioned him not having eaten before doing all of that drinking."
"You mean, walk in on him?" Hikaru asked looking a bit scared. A sober Akira would never have allowed something like that.
"Why not?" Waya asked. "It's not like there's nothing you haven't seen." Peering into Hikaru's red face, he said. "No way … have you and Touya never …"
Hikaru, not one to flush easily, just opened and closed his mouth trying to find the right words.
"Touya-kun seems to be the kind that would be rather reserved." Isumi commented, looking at a laughing Waya.
"That's what people would think about you too," Waya said waving his hand. "But, really you're quite—"
"Waya!" Isumi shot warningly.
Gasping, Waya clamped a hand over his mouth, uttering an apology. There it was: his last name. He had angered Isumi again.
Hikaru tried to come in with his explanation at the moment of silence. "No, it's not that we've never ..." He felt his cheeks grow even hotter. Discussing sex, especially the lack of, was rather embarrassing. "It's just that last night was the first time we'd …" At this point, he knew that he wouldn't be able to manage to finish the sentence. "Nevermind."
"What did you guys do?" Waya asked, golden eyes trained on Hikaru. "Hand job? Blow job?" He watched the other boy's shoulders tense ever so slightly at his second mention. "Ahh," he said, eyes sparkling at the give away.
"You're embarrassing him," Isumi scolded.
"Yeah," Waya said a bad-boy grin plastered on his face. "But seriously, two years! And that's all the action you've gotten? I mean, I always thought that the two of you would be all over each other. It's obvious that you guys are very into each other."
"It has been a sort of frustrating two years in that respect," Hikaru admitted feeling himself return slightly back to normal. "I think Akira thinks sex is taboo. He's rather old fashioned." With that he nodded towards the door. "But I think I should check up on him now."
"Hey, Shindou?" Waya asked, eyes still trained on Hikaru.
"Huh?" he replied, turning around.
Sharp, golden eyes looked over the figure before him, lingering on wide shoulders and a firm chest. "Hmm," he muttered, glancing at muscle definition that was beginning to show in the stomach area. "Have you been working out lately?"
"Heh. You can tell?"
"You really love him, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do. Couldn't imagine life without him."
"Go, go," Waya said, shooing his friend away, taking the opportunity to lean against Isumi.
Hikaru padded towards the bathroom. "Akira?" he asked, knocking on the door before opening it. Walking to the shower, he pulled back the curtain to see the other boy lying on the floor of the tub, pale, thin body curled into a ball a spray of hot water running over him.
"Akira!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Resting," he answered one eye cracking open at the distraction. "Oh, Hikaru, it's you."
"Don't you 'oh, Hikaru' me," Hikaru said fussily. "Come on. Are you clean?" Surveying the body in front of him, he noticed remnants of soap that clung to the body. Gentle hands cupped falling water and brought it over to Akira's body, rinsing off remainder of the suds.
"My body isn't doing what I tell it to," Akira commented, trying to sit up, but collapsing in the process. "Why am I so tired?"
"Because you're drunk, hon." Hikaru offered a hand and helped his lover establish a steady sitting position. "Really, really drunk. You'll probably regret it tomorrow." He chuckled.
"Oh." Akira thought about these words and decided not to linger on them. "My face feels numb," he commented, putting hands to a flushed face. "Is that normal? Like it's like my whole head is asleep."
"Oh yeah," Hikaru said. "You're drunk."
"You're taking care of me, aren't you?"
"Because you're a mess," Hikaru said, hand cupping Akira's face lovingly.
"Does this mean we're not fighting anymore?"
"I don't want to fight, do you?"
Akira shook his head forcefully, splashing droplets of water against Hikaru's chest. Groaning, he clutched his head. Somehow the world was spinning again. "I'm sorry."
"What for? I'm the one who's sorry. I kept secrets from you, however good the intentions were. It ended up hurting you. I said terrible things, too."
"I'm rigid and set in my ways. I'm old fashioned and stubborn. I'm sorry you have to put up with me."
Hikaru laughed. "I'm just as stubborn as you are. And I'm sloppy and stupid. It's fine."
"Sometimes I'm afraid you'll find someone better and leave me." In his drunken state, the emotion of worry cleared his once glazed eyes.
"I'm afraid of the same thing, you know?" Hikaru asked softly. The next thing he was aware of was Akira fingers hooking at the top of his jeans and him being pulled into the tub, tumbling into a warm embrace. In a kneeling position, he held Akira's body close, feeling wet hair being rubbed against his chest.
"I'm home," Akira whispered. (1)
"Welcome back," Hikaru answered with the proper response.
(1) I imagined this part as typical anime "tadaima/okaeri" scene, but as mentioned with Worth I hesitate to include random Japanese into my writing. However, if you watch enough anime, you should know what I'm talking about.
Author's notes: Now altogether: "Awww …." Well, I hope that's what you all are doing, b/c that's the mood I was going for. Seriously, I can't have everyone in all of the ffs I'm working on be unhappy. :nods:
And, may I add "HA!" An update and it's not even a holiday. Anyways, feel free to leave comments for this little writer monkey.