At the start, it was a good idea. Taking the boat from Russia together in order to come back to Japan. They could have some time, just for the two of them. Since their wedding, they haven't seen each other that much. Who would have thought that this would happen ?
Spitting all the water that had made its way in his lungs, Yaku rolled over on the sand. He was so cold, so exhausted. His whole body was quivering and he didn't feel his toes nor his fingers anymore. The libero kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see the disaster. He started to palpate each part of his body to make sure everything was still here. Checking for his ten digits, he felt the ring he had at his left annular. His eyes shot open, he looked around furiously. All he could see was water, ship wreckage, sand, water, some rocks, unknown plants, more water again. Without thinking about the ache he felt in his right leg, he stood up in a heartbeat.
"- Lev ?" he called.
No response.
"- Lev !?" he tried again, louder.
Taking a few steps forwards, he bypassed the broken wood of the boat. He screamed again, becoming more and more panicked.
"- Mori- ? Mo-Morisuke !?"
Taking a 360 degrees turn, the small man sighed with relieve. His husband was standing three feet away from him, seeming quite alright despite his bruised cheek. The gray-headed joined him in four long strides, embracing him with everything he got. They were both crying, and laughing at the same time, happy to have found the other.
"- Did you…? Did you see anyone else ? the model asked, putting his lover back on the floor.
- No… It was a big wave, Lev. I'm surprised we're both still alive."
They were both silent for a moment, walking around the relatively small rock they had stranded on.
"- What are we gonna do ? the younger one whispered, contemplating their options.
- I… I don't know." the older answered, well-aware there was nothing much they could do.