1GiroxDoro
fanfic chapter 12
Dororo stared mindlessly at the ceiling to he and Koyuki's shack. It was the middle of the night, and even though he was incredibly tired, he couldn't sleep. Nightmares haunted him day in and day out, showing no sign of stopping. Every time he found himself begin to nod off, his mind was bombarded with images of Giroro and Natsumi walking off together, leaving him alone in that same field of flowers. The dreams had become progressively more violent. Once he found himself drowning in a swirling pool of dead, oozing black flowers. Another time, vines grabbed him and slowly swallowed him up into the earth. He couldn't even go into his beloved garden anymore, for fear of his plants attacking him.
But the worst of it was when Giroro actually did acknowledge him in the dream. After Dororo would call out to him, the red warrior would turn around and ask, Who are you?, and continue to walk away. The ninja sighed as raindrops began to hit the roof. What did it mean?, he would ask himself. Maybe it was a vision of the future. Maybe it was some force telling him that he and Giroro just weren't meant to be. Maybe it's a sign that... Dororo stopped breathing altogether. That Giroro really does still have feelings for Natsumi, and that he'd leave me for her the first chance he gets.
Bitterness entered his heart, but was quickly replaced with sorrow. If that was true, Giroro would be breaking his promise. He wouldn't do that. Dororo told himself half heartedly. He rolled onto his side and hugged his knees to his chest. It's simply my mind playing tricks on me. That's all... Tears began to drip down his face as he closed his eyes in another desperate attempt at sleep. The nightmare began to creep through his head, and he shut his eyes even tighter. It's just my mind playing tricks. Nothing more. Nothing...more...
In the days that would follow, the ninja spent more and more time by himself. He scarcely went to the Hinata's anymore, for fear of seeing either Giroro or Natsumi. It was true, he was avoiding Giroro, as much as he tried to tell himself he wasn't. The blue keronian even stayed away from the swing, thinking that if he went there, Giroro would find him. The only time he really did see his mate was when the corporal would visit him. Every time Giroro saw the ninja, he would give him a concerned look.
"Hey, have you been sleeping?" The weapons specialist had asked. Dororo would shake his head.
"No...not really." He would reply simply. His mate would look him up and down and sighed. The ninja hardly ever slept anymore, to his disappointment. He really missed watching him sleep, so he found himself looking at the picture of Dororo sleeping more and more. After a long time of silence or the lance corporal's one word answers, Giroro would get worried.
"Is something wrong Dororo? You've hardly said anything and you seem a bit...distant." He'd have to snap his fingers to get his mate's attention.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine. Just tired." The second part wasn't a lie. He was tired, with the nightmares keeping him up all night. Bags had formed under his eyes and he sort of carried himself around as if he were on autopilot. He had all but lost the sense of grace and balance he used to have, and he was anything but 'fine'.
"Hmmm...if you say so. But try to take it easy, okay?" Giroro leaned in for a kiss, but was coldly turned down. Dororo pretended like he simply didn't see it, and looked in the other direction. The corporal stood up, looking hurt. "Well...I'll just... I'm gonna go. I'll see you tomorrow, Dororo." And he left without another word. The blue keronian stared after him for what seemed like forever, wanting so bad to go after him ;to hold him; to hug him; to kiss him; to weep into his chest and tell him how much he loved him and never let him go. He bit his lip and fought back a powerful urge to cry.
"Ugh, what's wrong with me! It was only a dream! Giroro-kun hasn't done anything to me in real life! I wish I hadn't been so cruel to him... Now he's sad because of me." Plus, I may have given him all the more reason to go to Natsumi... He kicked himself mentally, being more angry at himself than anything. "I'll go apologize. That'll make things better." The assassin said with certainty in his voice. He voted against telling Giroro about the dreams he had been having, though. In a puff of smoke, he disappeared from the shack.
Which brings us to now.
Dororo stood outside of Giroro's tent, holding a hand to his chest, the other one hovering above the zipper. Small rustles from the inside indicated the corporal was there. He swallowed hard before slowly and quietly unzipping the flap, sticking his head in. The weapons specialist sat on a crate with his back to the door, oblivious to Dororo's presence.
"Giroro-kun, I..." He stifled a gasp and slowly backed out of the tent. Giroro had been holding something; a picture. When Dororo had taken a closer look, he had noticed that it was a picture of...
Natsumi
Heart broken, the ninja took a giant leap into the air, and hurriedly made his way back to his house, all the while silently shedding tears. It was true. The dreams were right. Giroro loves Natsumi. Giroro broke his promise. His nightmare had become a reality...
"Hm? Dororo? Is that you?" The red keronian got to his feet and walked outside the tent. He was there in time to see his mate hop off of a nearby house, and disappear. His brow creased in confusion. "What's up with him lately?" Without a second thought, he got onto his saucer to follow him.
