I am trying to get into a new habit in which I start writing a new chapter
after I post one. Without any further a due: My next chapter.Brawl! NOTE: I
am not a doctor, do not flame me for medical inaccuracy.
NOTE: OMK! Why didn't you remind me?!? Listen, due to some errors that I cannot fix now: Pan is 13 (two years older than her initial age in this fic.) Sorry for the inconvenience.
Disclaimer: The original characters from DBZ/GT do not belong to me. Hiyama and Takanori belong to me. Hikaru belongs to Lisa Stewart (my friend.)
Symbols: '= thought, "= talking, *= action, A/N= Authors Note(s)
Chapter Four: Pain of the Coma
Hospital
"It seems that he is suffering from drug over dosage, internal bleeding, and infected wounds. He has a dislocated shoulder, bone fractures in his wrists, legs, and ribs. And his legs are hanging on by threads, I'm surprised he made it back to West City alive from God knows where he was before." Said the doctor to the concerned and heart broken parents of one Hiyama Son. The doctor turned back to the quarters of the patient while reviewing his clipboard. Before he went through the white painted steel doors he threw a mess of words over his shoulder, "Make sure the first things that don't come out of your mouth when you see your son are, 'Who raped you?' Please." With that he returned to his stationed part of the wing.
Trunks and Goten had been the first of the family to arrive, minus Seventeen. Trunks' face was red from all of the lost tears he had been pouring out over the past hour. Goten, on the other hand, was furious and was determined to find out what the hell was going on. Goten wasn't thinking clearly while in the waiting room. Waiting to hear any bit of news he could, good or bad. Several times he had nudged Trunks away from him whenever he got too close.
"How could this happen, Goten? How could this happen to our son? Our son?" Trunks held his head in frustration as he let out shrieks of pain and continued to cry. "This is not the way things were supposed to be.He was supposed to be in New York. He packed his bags, I saw him! And--" Trunks was silenced by Goten who had had enough of his ramblings while he was trying to think.
"Trunks! Just shut up! Do you think I didn't know this? Just sit down and calm down before you drive me crazy." Goten took a shaky breath and made downward movements with his hands, signaling he himself was trying not to loose his temper. "Just sit down, Trunks."
Trunks' emotions were going out of control. "What the fuck did you just say to me, Goten? Since when have you disregarded my feelings like that?! I really don't see the need for any negativity in this room. You're not even here for Hiyama. You're just here for the thrill, right? That's all you ever wanted. That's why you always push us away at home, ever since that police position was given to someone else---"
"That's enough, Trunks! You know I care about Hiyama! And you! So don't give me this bullshit. And what about you? Always spending money we don't have on useless junk you wear for a day or clothes you force me to wear? And how you always ask me to ask your parents for money because you're ashamed? It's not my fault you couldn't hold your liquor, got knocked up, had a baby, told me it was fine if I quit my job but then you turn around and quit yours so I have to support us again?!'" Goten was slapped hard across the face at the end of his sentence by Trunks who was crimson with anger and embarrassment. Trunks was about to get ready to start the fight up again when Seventeen stepped in.
"Don't Trunks." He said softly in Trunks' ear. Trunks began to sob harder into Seventeen's strong shoulders. "You're both just upset over your son. It's alright." Seventeen kissed the top of his lavender covered head. He brought his hand up and down Trunks' back to calm him down. "Breathe Trunks. Breathe for me. You're going to be alright." His words were soothing and were working on Trunks.
Goten didn't bother look over to his husband and his ex. He could envision what was happening behind him. He focused outside. The rain was relieving some of his rage and maybe it could help it all go away. All of the guilt, pain, and hard times altogether. Now that things were out in the open there was no putting them back. His relationship with Trunks had been going downhill in a spiral of thorny mistakes. 'I didn't have to take it that far.' Goten looked behind him to see Trunks wearily tucked underneath the comfort of Seventeen's arm. 'But he didn't have to either.'
Seventeen had finished filling out the given forms two hours ago and was left with nothing to do but try to be of some help to Trunks. It sickened him to say that he had missed his ex- husband from the time that they had been apart. It also caused an inconvenience since he did take advantage of the son he had helped him raise. 'At least it isn't incest. He isn't my son.'
"We're sorry we're late! Is he okay? What happened?" Goku ran into the waiting room first but slowed down with the warning from a nurse. Vegeta came slowly behind him and stood for a moment to study what was going on in the silent room. From his left he could see Goten looking distraught, gazing outside the window. Further to the right he saw his son in the arms of his former lover, asleep.
"Hiyama is being taken care of as we speak, Sir." Seventeen directed to Goku who was walking over to Goten but stopped to nod and smile at Seventeen from his response.
"What happened? Please tell me, son." Goku watched as Goten continued to ignore his presence. Deciding to figure out what he was looking at, Goku followed his gaze. He looked outside to see a man and a woman outside in the pouring rain, neither with an umbrella. They stood together and had eachother fastened into a breath taking kiss. He looked at Goten's face in disbelief. There, on his left cheek lay a red hand imprint. Goku made his way over to Vegeta, shaking his head in his revelation.
"They are having problems." Vegeta stated his comment as a fact. "I knew something was wrong. Their bond feels almost diminished." Vegeta saw the look of concern upon his love's face. "Kakkarot," he held Goku's chin up to meet his eyes. , "we are only here to be here for our grandson. We didn't come to discuss their life story of how their marriage isn't working out. Promise you won't interfere." Vegeta grabbed Goku's face as he was about to turn it. He pulled Goku close and kissed him roughly. Coming back for air, he pressed their foreheads together. "Promise me, Kakkarot."
Goku nodded his head in acceptance to the fact that this was not his business. He followed Vegeta to a seat beside Seventeen where they waited.
Some time after, assisted by Krillin, Marron and Pan had made their way to the hospital as well as Bulma and ChiChi. The doctors and nurses that spilled back and forth into Hiyama's room were too much for some and they were the ones to leave. Those left were Goten, Trunks, Seventeen, Marron, Pan, Goku and Vegeta. Soon enough Goku and Vegeta started to get up to return home.
"Sure, go home. You're just like the rest of them. Leave, see if I care." Goten said from his position at the window. Those had been the first words spoken from him since his fight with Trunks.
"Goten, we care deeply about Hiyama and you boys but we also have to pay our bills. We have work tomorrow and now that I think about it, so do you." Goku pulled on his light blue jacket and pulled the hood up to prepare him for the rain. "And I hope you and Trunks work things out. I know you guys can." Goku turned to meet an angry face from Vegeta. He was being pulled out of the room when Goten grabbed his other arm.
"Dad, please don't do that." He said softly as Vegeta let Goku out of his grip to hear what he was talking about. Before Goku could ask him what he meant he answered. "Don't act like you know what's going on in Trunks' and my life because you have no idea." Goten faced Vegeta as he finished his conversation with his father. "We can't all have princes can we?" his tone was cold and very unlike his kind nature. Attempting to return to his seat he was grabbed forcefully by Goku.
"Goten! Why would you say something like that? You and Trunks are different than Vegeta and me. You can't compare two different things and make one better than the other." Goku exclaimed at his son who only looked at him emotionless.
"Better? Who said your relationship was better? I never had to divorce a loving wife for a cold hearted bastard who only wanted to get me in bed because he was having problems with his own wife." Goten spat at the two.
"What the hell is your problem?! "Came from behind him from Trunks who was now awake. "To yell at me is one thing but leave our fathers out of this."
"Thank you Trunks but I can handle this." Goku placed his hand on Trunks' shoulder and let go to return to Goten but Vegeta had beaten him to it in a flash. There, in the middle of the waiting room floor was Vegeta and Goten wrestling, to what it looked like the death. Everyone had figured that it was this way or blast down the hospital walls.
"You ungrateful brat! Your father is only trying to help you and you turn around and throw it in his face?!" Vegeta growled from his dominant position.
"You must be pretty proud to be on top Vegeta." Goten struggled but managed to force Vegeta on the bottom. "Just as I thought, the smaller man is always pushed to the bottom. I may be smaller but I always win the top. *sigh* I wonder how your sex life is from down there." Goten mused in Vegeta's anger. With a slip of his right palm Goten crashed to the floor and was punched straight down by Vegeta's mighty blow.
Vegeta rose from the floor and beckoned for Goku to leave with him. Goku looked down to where his son lay seconds ago, but now had left through the window and sighed. He kissed Trunks goodbye, bid farewell to Seventeen and woke up the sleeping girls to go home.
Trunks ran to the window and stuck his head outside. 'What's happened to you, Goten?' Trunks felt a light hand on his shoulder. He smiled and touched the hand lightly. "I'm glad you're here. I don't know what I would do if you weren't." Trunks laughed softly. "You pulled through for once."
Seventeen exchanged the laugh and kissed Trunks again. "I guess so." He wrapped his arms around Trunks' neck in which he held onto. "I thought you guys were going to be better off than us. Not worse." His voice was serious and held meaning. "I was always the one to start too." He turned Trunks around to face him. "Too bad I found that out now, huh?"
Trunks fell into Seventeen's arms once more and held him tightly. He pulled away as he heard his name called by a nurse. He walked over to her with Seventeen. "Mr. Son, your son is in stable condition but we are not sure how long his coma will last. It may take a few days or it might take a few weeks. That's all we can tell you for now." The nurse hurried along back into the room with a tray of supplies.
"I have time." Trunks whispered so that only Seventeen could hear him. "Please, go home. I need to do this by myself. I am his mother after all." His smile was not present this time. Seventeen nodded and grabbed his coat to leave.
It was quiet.
As he sat beside Hiyama on the third day after his arrival to the hospital, Trunks began to hums lowly. His hand brushed a strand of loose hair from his son's eyes and removed it at a quicker pace. 'His hair is so flat, like mine.What happened to his normal spiky and upright hair like Gote---' Trunks had not been on speaking, let alone seeing terms, with his husband for the past few days after their argument.
A tear rolled down Trunks' face in thought about it all. Things weren't well in Pleasantville and he was afraid they never would be.
A strange groaning noise was heard from above Trunks' line of vision. Picking his head up from his scrunched position he found that Hiyama was tossing and turning in bed while obviously cringing with the pain he was getting for landing on his wounds. Trunks rose up and called a nearby nurse for help. This was all too much for him./ This was the first time Hiyama had been moving more than an inch.
"He's moving? Good then, Mr. Son, please wait outside." Said the doctor as he grabbed the check board from the front of the bed.
Trunks left in a hurry in hope that the faster he got out the sooner his son would be able to come back home.
Several hours passed three or four and Trunks was restless. "Oh!" Trunks thought out loud as he reached in his coat pocket for his cell phone. "I can't believe I didn't call his friends. What kind of dad am I?" his words came out right after the other in haste.
"You're a great father. What other dad would spend the night in this lousy hospital three days straight?" Seventeen winked at Trunks who looked surprised to see him there and was now in full alert.
"I just have to," Trunks held up his phone and pointed to it to show he needed to make a call or two.
"Go ahead. I'll wait." Seventeen took a seat in the waiting room across from Trunks on the red leather seats and grabbed a nearby newspaper to entertain himself until Trunks was finished with his calling.
Trunks had dialed the number a few times before and remembered it faintly. Soon enough he had a dial tone. Takanori's mother picked up.
"Hello?" "Yes, Ms. Mitsui.This is Trunks Briefs, Hiyama's father." "Oh! Mr. Briefs.I'm sorry Hiyama didn't show at the airport. Was he held back? I tried to call but I did not have your cell phone number and you never answered your home phone.Hello? Mr. Briefs?" "Oh.yes, sorry. I just called to say that Hiyama is in the hospital right now. That's where I am right now." "Is he alright? What happened?" "He.*chokes*" "No, it's alright. I understand and.we'll be back in a flash. I promise." "Please don't--" "No! It's no problem. Takanori would want to come to see him. He's miserable without him here." "Fine then. See you." "Bye Mr. Briefs."
(NOTE: The conversation was in Japanese because as I said before: Takanori's mom is not good with English.as am I with Japanese ._.;;) Ms. Mitsui hung up her phone and brought her hands up to her face. "That poor boy and his fathers too.I wonder what happened." Her thoughts were interrupted as a pair of smooth hands grabbed her shoulders and young lips kissed her cheek.
"Who was that, Mom?" Takanori retrieved the apple he had thrown on the bed and began to peel it with the knife on the bedside table of the hotel room.
"It was Hiyama's father." Takanori stopped what he was doing but never let his eyes leave the apple. "Hiyama's in the hospital, I'm sorry Taka." He stood up and stood still on the carpeted floor surrounding him. His mind was racing with all of the possibilities that could have gotten his love into the hospital. "I told his father that we are going back. We can leave as soon as you want."
"Then what are we still doing here?"
Trunks had just gotten off of the phone with Hikaru's father and was still waiting for someone to come out of Hiyama's room with news. "Forgot about me?" Seventeen called out as if they were a million miles away from eachother.
"I'm sorry, Seventeen. I'm a bit out of it." His tired laugh did not fool Seventeen. He wrapped his arm around the distraught father. "Hiyama's friends are on their way. I bet that would make him happy." Trunks received a peck on the forehead from Seventeen and decided to tell him the rest of the days events. "He's conscious."
Seventeen pulled away and looked at him in disbelief. "It's only been three days. Are you sure?" The thought of Hiyama returning to what was left of his life was awkwardly objectionable to Seventeen.
"You sound as if you want him to remain how he is." Trunks was now laughing naturally and this brought somewhat of a smile on to Seventeen's face. Speak of the Devil, the doctor was finally out of Hiyama's room. Trunks stood up quickly to hear what ever he had to say. "Yes?"
"Mr. Son, you have some kid there. He's going to be just fine. But I would like you to go in there and tell him to get some rest because he's refusing to sleep." The doctor smiled but the smile looked somewhat, displaced upon his wrinkled face.
"Thank you, doctor!" Trunks ran inside his son's room. He looked very pale and emaciated above the thick blue hospital sheets. His black hair was now help with a small clip in the back and he seemed to be staring into.nothingness. "Hiyama?"
Hiyama snapped out of his daydreaming and focused his attention on the voice that was calling him. "Dad?" He watched as his father approached him slowly with tears in his eyes. "Please don't cry. I'm sorry." He was hugged tightly but soon released when Trunks remembered his fragile state. "Who else is here?"
"Well, the hospital could only allow so many people in so others decided to visit once I left." Trunks watched as Hiyama's face stayed the same as before, emotionless. "But an unexpected guest showed up." Trunks smiled brightly, trying to let some sunshine into the darkened room. "Seventeen's here as well." Hiyama hid his face with his dark hair as it surrounded his bent head. Trunks could see increasing tear drops pour onto his turquoise gown. "Hiyama! What's wrong? Did I say something to upset you?" Trunks wrapped himself around the boy once more.
Hiyama removed himself from his grip and dried his tears. His beautiful emerald eyes shone like jewels as he looked out the window, past his father's face. "We wouldn't want his visit to be in vain, do we? Send him in."
"Only if you promise to rest afterwards." "I promise." He said half heartedly. He wasn't tired. He had been sleeping for how many days now and wasn't planning on spending another one unaware of what was going on around him.
Trunks kissed Hiyama's forehead and left the room with a smile on his face, just the way Hiyama likes him.
Several minutes passed and Seventeen still had not entered the room. Soon there was a scramble of footsteps heard from outside the door. They stopped awhile after and two feet could be seen from under the doorway.
He turned the doorknob slowly, knowing all eyes would be on him as soon as he was in view. The door opened fairly quiet but that did not block out the invisible racket of fear inside of him. The door was opened. There he was, in one piece and without a care. He was alive and well. "How nice of you to grace me with your presence." Hiyama said coldly.
"Well? What did you want to see me for? I have better things to do." Seventeen shot back and closed the door behind him.
"You're the one who came to see me." Hiyama's voice was a little softer now as Seventeen came closer to him. "Why is that?"
"Why is that what?" Seventeen wasn't looking at him, he couldn't.
"Why have you been coming to see me?"
"It would seem all too suspicious if I didn't. I am the one who brought you here after you tried to kill yourself in my bathroom." He took a seat beside Hiyama and rested his elbow on the cot. "You should have tried the good drugs I had under the mattress. That would have killed you faster."
"Don't say things that you don't mean."
"What are you talking about? Of course I mean it."
"Stop it already!" Hiyama yelled very uncharacteristically. "I know you love me." Hiyama's eyes burned through Seventeen's as he finally exchanged glances with him. "You could have hid my body or finished the job." Seventeen tried to turn away but Hiyama grabbed his face to keep his attention. "The last days we had were much different from the beginning, you spared me because hurting me hurts you. I could feel you restraining every time you thrusted into me. And when you held me all those times in the tub, you always made sure you had me safe and tight above the water. I know you dream about me because no matter how much my mind tells me to forget you, my dreams prove that in my heart I care about you. That I love you."
Seventeen's eyes grew wide as he heard these words from Hiyama. He couldn't speak or breathe.
//The truth hurts so intensely that it makes me bleed
This comatose of yours is such a rush of ecstasy//
Seventeen felt their faces about to make contact but he did not pull away. Hiyama's soft lips pressed against his. He was pulled onto the small bed and wrapped his arms around Hiyama's waist. Hiyama began to glide his tongue across Seventeen's lips and it was hungrily accepted. Hiyama almost fell backwards from the intensity of the kiss. He began to force back and cause their bodies to clash hardly against eachothers. Hiyama cried out in pain as he felt the wounds underneath his bandages. Seventeen slowed down the pace and kissed his neck lovingly, something that was new and much appreciated.
Feeling the need to be loved again Hiyama brought their lips together once again and was having his hair being smoothed back by Seventeen. Seventeen was in a mess of feelings right now but it didn't matter because the one he was expressing now was the one he had been having the most trouble with. "Why are you doing this? Don't you care about what I did to you?" Their faces were mere inches apart and Hiyama didn't look at all distressed by the questions.
"If you love me, what else matters? Me loving you is just the same." Yet again the two were in a disarray of kissing and infectious bites.
Disregarding his concerns that this was a mere aftershock and that the love festival he was enjoying would soon end, Seventeen gave into the misty love.
// The cruelty of his heart's desires drive me mad
Don't give in to it's rapid pull and leave me cold//
I know you guys are going to kill me for putting Hiyama and Seventeen together but I like it that way ^_^ And.don't get your hopes up just yet, there is defiantly going to be some HiyamaxTakanori in here. Have no fear! ~Dai
NOTE: OMK! Why didn't you remind me?!? Listen, due to some errors that I cannot fix now: Pan is 13 (two years older than her initial age in this fic.) Sorry for the inconvenience.
Disclaimer: The original characters from DBZ/GT do not belong to me. Hiyama and Takanori belong to me. Hikaru belongs to Lisa Stewart (my friend.)
Symbols: '= thought, "= talking, *= action, A/N= Authors Note(s)
Chapter Four: Pain of the Coma
Hospital
"It seems that he is suffering from drug over dosage, internal bleeding, and infected wounds. He has a dislocated shoulder, bone fractures in his wrists, legs, and ribs. And his legs are hanging on by threads, I'm surprised he made it back to West City alive from God knows where he was before." Said the doctor to the concerned and heart broken parents of one Hiyama Son. The doctor turned back to the quarters of the patient while reviewing his clipboard. Before he went through the white painted steel doors he threw a mess of words over his shoulder, "Make sure the first things that don't come out of your mouth when you see your son are, 'Who raped you?' Please." With that he returned to his stationed part of the wing.
Trunks and Goten had been the first of the family to arrive, minus Seventeen. Trunks' face was red from all of the lost tears he had been pouring out over the past hour. Goten, on the other hand, was furious and was determined to find out what the hell was going on. Goten wasn't thinking clearly while in the waiting room. Waiting to hear any bit of news he could, good or bad. Several times he had nudged Trunks away from him whenever he got too close.
"How could this happen, Goten? How could this happen to our son? Our son?" Trunks held his head in frustration as he let out shrieks of pain and continued to cry. "This is not the way things were supposed to be.He was supposed to be in New York. He packed his bags, I saw him! And--" Trunks was silenced by Goten who had had enough of his ramblings while he was trying to think.
"Trunks! Just shut up! Do you think I didn't know this? Just sit down and calm down before you drive me crazy." Goten took a shaky breath and made downward movements with his hands, signaling he himself was trying not to loose his temper. "Just sit down, Trunks."
Trunks' emotions were going out of control. "What the fuck did you just say to me, Goten? Since when have you disregarded my feelings like that?! I really don't see the need for any negativity in this room. You're not even here for Hiyama. You're just here for the thrill, right? That's all you ever wanted. That's why you always push us away at home, ever since that police position was given to someone else---"
"That's enough, Trunks! You know I care about Hiyama! And you! So don't give me this bullshit. And what about you? Always spending money we don't have on useless junk you wear for a day or clothes you force me to wear? And how you always ask me to ask your parents for money because you're ashamed? It's not my fault you couldn't hold your liquor, got knocked up, had a baby, told me it was fine if I quit my job but then you turn around and quit yours so I have to support us again?!'" Goten was slapped hard across the face at the end of his sentence by Trunks who was crimson with anger and embarrassment. Trunks was about to get ready to start the fight up again when Seventeen stepped in.
"Don't Trunks." He said softly in Trunks' ear. Trunks began to sob harder into Seventeen's strong shoulders. "You're both just upset over your son. It's alright." Seventeen kissed the top of his lavender covered head. He brought his hand up and down Trunks' back to calm him down. "Breathe Trunks. Breathe for me. You're going to be alright." His words were soothing and were working on Trunks.
Goten didn't bother look over to his husband and his ex. He could envision what was happening behind him. He focused outside. The rain was relieving some of his rage and maybe it could help it all go away. All of the guilt, pain, and hard times altogether. Now that things were out in the open there was no putting them back. His relationship with Trunks had been going downhill in a spiral of thorny mistakes. 'I didn't have to take it that far.' Goten looked behind him to see Trunks wearily tucked underneath the comfort of Seventeen's arm. 'But he didn't have to either.'
Seventeen had finished filling out the given forms two hours ago and was left with nothing to do but try to be of some help to Trunks. It sickened him to say that he had missed his ex- husband from the time that they had been apart. It also caused an inconvenience since he did take advantage of the son he had helped him raise. 'At least it isn't incest. He isn't my son.'
"We're sorry we're late! Is he okay? What happened?" Goku ran into the waiting room first but slowed down with the warning from a nurse. Vegeta came slowly behind him and stood for a moment to study what was going on in the silent room. From his left he could see Goten looking distraught, gazing outside the window. Further to the right he saw his son in the arms of his former lover, asleep.
"Hiyama is being taken care of as we speak, Sir." Seventeen directed to Goku who was walking over to Goten but stopped to nod and smile at Seventeen from his response.
"What happened? Please tell me, son." Goku watched as Goten continued to ignore his presence. Deciding to figure out what he was looking at, Goku followed his gaze. He looked outside to see a man and a woman outside in the pouring rain, neither with an umbrella. They stood together and had eachother fastened into a breath taking kiss. He looked at Goten's face in disbelief. There, on his left cheek lay a red hand imprint. Goku made his way over to Vegeta, shaking his head in his revelation.
"They are having problems." Vegeta stated his comment as a fact. "I knew something was wrong. Their bond feels almost diminished." Vegeta saw the look of concern upon his love's face. "Kakkarot," he held Goku's chin up to meet his eyes. , "we are only here to be here for our grandson. We didn't come to discuss their life story of how their marriage isn't working out. Promise you won't interfere." Vegeta grabbed Goku's face as he was about to turn it. He pulled Goku close and kissed him roughly. Coming back for air, he pressed their foreheads together. "Promise me, Kakkarot."
Goku nodded his head in acceptance to the fact that this was not his business. He followed Vegeta to a seat beside Seventeen where they waited.
Some time after, assisted by Krillin, Marron and Pan had made their way to the hospital as well as Bulma and ChiChi. The doctors and nurses that spilled back and forth into Hiyama's room were too much for some and they were the ones to leave. Those left were Goten, Trunks, Seventeen, Marron, Pan, Goku and Vegeta. Soon enough Goku and Vegeta started to get up to return home.
"Sure, go home. You're just like the rest of them. Leave, see if I care." Goten said from his position at the window. Those had been the first words spoken from him since his fight with Trunks.
"Goten, we care deeply about Hiyama and you boys but we also have to pay our bills. We have work tomorrow and now that I think about it, so do you." Goku pulled on his light blue jacket and pulled the hood up to prepare him for the rain. "And I hope you and Trunks work things out. I know you guys can." Goku turned to meet an angry face from Vegeta. He was being pulled out of the room when Goten grabbed his other arm.
"Dad, please don't do that." He said softly as Vegeta let Goku out of his grip to hear what he was talking about. Before Goku could ask him what he meant he answered. "Don't act like you know what's going on in Trunks' and my life because you have no idea." Goten faced Vegeta as he finished his conversation with his father. "We can't all have princes can we?" his tone was cold and very unlike his kind nature. Attempting to return to his seat he was grabbed forcefully by Goku.
"Goten! Why would you say something like that? You and Trunks are different than Vegeta and me. You can't compare two different things and make one better than the other." Goku exclaimed at his son who only looked at him emotionless.
"Better? Who said your relationship was better? I never had to divorce a loving wife for a cold hearted bastard who only wanted to get me in bed because he was having problems with his own wife." Goten spat at the two.
"What the hell is your problem?! "Came from behind him from Trunks who was now awake. "To yell at me is one thing but leave our fathers out of this."
"Thank you Trunks but I can handle this." Goku placed his hand on Trunks' shoulder and let go to return to Goten but Vegeta had beaten him to it in a flash. There, in the middle of the waiting room floor was Vegeta and Goten wrestling, to what it looked like the death. Everyone had figured that it was this way or blast down the hospital walls.
"You ungrateful brat! Your father is only trying to help you and you turn around and throw it in his face?!" Vegeta growled from his dominant position.
"You must be pretty proud to be on top Vegeta." Goten struggled but managed to force Vegeta on the bottom. "Just as I thought, the smaller man is always pushed to the bottom. I may be smaller but I always win the top. *sigh* I wonder how your sex life is from down there." Goten mused in Vegeta's anger. With a slip of his right palm Goten crashed to the floor and was punched straight down by Vegeta's mighty blow.
Vegeta rose from the floor and beckoned for Goku to leave with him. Goku looked down to where his son lay seconds ago, but now had left through the window and sighed. He kissed Trunks goodbye, bid farewell to Seventeen and woke up the sleeping girls to go home.
Trunks ran to the window and stuck his head outside. 'What's happened to you, Goten?' Trunks felt a light hand on his shoulder. He smiled and touched the hand lightly. "I'm glad you're here. I don't know what I would do if you weren't." Trunks laughed softly. "You pulled through for once."
Seventeen exchanged the laugh and kissed Trunks again. "I guess so." He wrapped his arms around Trunks' neck in which he held onto. "I thought you guys were going to be better off than us. Not worse." His voice was serious and held meaning. "I was always the one to start too." He turned Trunks around to face him. "Too bad I found that out now, huh?"
Trunks fell into Seventeen's arms once more and held him tightly. He pulled away as he heard his name called by a nurse. He walked over to her with Seventeen. "Mr. Son, your son is in stable condition but we are not sure how long his coma will last. It may take a few days or it might take a few weeks. That's all we can tell you for now." The nurse hurried along back into the room with a tray of supplies.
"I have time." Trunks whispered so that only Seventeen could hear him. "Please, go home. I need to do this by myself. I am his mother after all." His smile was not present this time. Seventeen nodded and grabbed his coat to leave.
It was quiet.
As he sat beside Hiyama on the third day after his arrival to the hospital, Trunks began to hums lowly. His hand brushed a strand of loose hair from his son's eyes and removed it at a quicker pace. 'His hair is so flat, like mine.What happened to his normal spiky and upright hair like Gote---' Trunks had not been on speaking, let alone seeing terms, with his husband for the past few days after their argument.
A tear rolled down Trunks' face in thought about it all. Things weren't well in Pleasantville and he was afraid they never would be.
A strange groaning noise was heard from above Trunks' line of vision. Picking his head up from his scrunched position he found that Hiyama was tossing and turning in bed while obviously cringing with the pain he was getting for landing on his wounds. Trunks rose up and called a nearby nurse for help. This was all too much for him./ This was the first time Hiyama had been moving more than an inch.
"He's moving? Good then, Mr. Son, please wait outside." Said the doctor as he grabbed the check board from the front of the bed.
Trunks left in a hurry in hope that the faster he got out the sooner his son would be able to come back home.
Several hours passed three or four and Trunks was restless. "Oh!" Trunks thought out loud as he reached in his coat pocket for his cell phone. "I can't believe I didn't call his friends. What kind of dad am I?" his words came out right after the other in haste.
"You're a great father. What other dad would spend the night in this lousy hospital three days straight?" Seventeen winked at Trunks who looked surprised to see him there and was now in full alert.
"I just have to," Trunks held up his phone and pointed to it to show he needed to make a call or two.
"Go ahead. I'll wait." Seventeen took a seat in the waiting room across from Trunks on the red leather seats and grabbed a nearby newspaper to entertain himself until Trunks was finished with his calling.
Trunks had dialed the number a few times before and remembered it faintly. Soon enough he had a dial tone. Takanori's mother picked up.
"Hello?" "Yes, Ms. Mitsui.This is Trunks Briefs, Hiyama's father." "Oh! Mr. Briefs.I'm sorry Hiyama didn't show at the airport. Was he held back? I tried to call but I did not have your cell phone number and you never answered your home phone.Hello? Mr. Briefs?" "Oh.yes, sorry. I just called to say that Hiyama is in the hospital right now. That's where I am right now." "Is he alright? What happened?" "He.*chokes*" "No, it's alright. I understand and.we'll be back in a flash. I promise." "Please don't--" "No! It's no problem. Takanori would want to come to see him. He's miserable without him here." "Fine then. See you." "Bye Mr. Briefs."
(NOTE: The conversation was in Japanese because as I said before: Takanori's mom is not good with English.as am I with Japanese ._.;;) Ms. Mitsui hung up her phone and brought her hands up to her face. "That poor boy and his fathers too.I wonder what happened." Her thoughts were interrupted as a pair of smooth hands grabbed her shoulders and young lips kissed her cheek.
"Who was that, Mom?" Takanori retrieved the apple he had thrown on the bed and began to peel it with the knife on the bedside table of the hotel room.
"It was Hiyama's father." Takanori stopped what he was doing but never let his eyes leave the apple. "Hiyama's in the hospital, I'm sorry Taka." He stood up and stood still on the carpeted floor surrounding him. His mind was racing with all of the possibilities that could have gotten his love into the hospital. "I told his father that we are going back. We can leave as soon as you want."
"Then what are we still doing here?"
Trunks had just gotten off of the phone with Hikaru's father and was still waiting for someone to come out of Hiyama's room with news. "Forgot about me?" Seventeen called out as if they were a million miles away from eachother.
"I'm sorry, Seventeen. I'm a bit out of it." His tired laugh did not fool Seventeen. He wrapped his arm around the distraught father. "Hiyama's friends are on their way. I bet that would make him happy." Trunks received a peck on the forehead from Seventeen and decided to tell him the rest of the days events. "He's conscious."
Seventeen pulled away and looked at him in disbelief. "It's only been three days. Are you sure?" The thought of Hiyama returning to what was left of his life was awkwardly objectionable to Seventeen.
"You sound as if you want him to remain how he is." Trunks was now laughing naturally and this brought somewhat of a smile on to Seventeen's face. Speak of the Devil, the doctor was finally out of Hiyama's room. Trunks stood up quickly to hear what ever he had to say. "Yes?"
"Mr. Son, you have some kid there. He's going to be just fine. But I would like you to go in there and tell him to get some rest because he's refusing to sleep." The doctor smiled but the smile looked somewhat, displaced upon his wrinkled face.
"Thank you, doctor!" Trunks ran inside his son's room. He looked very pale and emaciated above the thick blue hospital sheets. His black hair was now help with a small clip in the back and he seemed to be staring into.nothingness. "Hiyama?"
Hiyama snapped out of his daydreaming and focused his attention on the voice that was calling him. "Dad?" He watched as his father approached him slowly with tears in his eyes. "Please don't cry. I'm sorry." He was hugged tightly but soon released when Trunks remembered his fragile state. "Who else is here?"
"Well, the hospital could only allow so many people in so others decided to visit once I left." Trunks watched as Hiyama's face stayed the same as before, emotionless. "But an unexpected guest showed up." Trunks smiled brightly, trying to let some sunshine into the darkened room. "Seventeen's here as well." Hiyama hid his face with his dark hair as it surrounded his bent head. Trunks could see increasing tear drops pour onto his turquoise gown. "Hiyama! What's wrong? Did I say something to upset you?" Trunks wrapped himself around the boy once more.
Hiyama removed himself from his grip and dried his tears. His beautiful emerald eyes shone like jewels as he looked out the window, past his father's face. "We wouldn't want his visit to be in vain, do we? Send him in."
"Only if you promise to rest afterwards." "I promise." He said half heartedly. He wasn't tired. He had been sleeping for how many days now and wasn't planning on spending another one unaware of what was going on around him.
Trunks kissed Hiyama's forehead and left the room with a smile on his face, just the way Hiyama likes him.
Several minutes passed and Seventeen still had not entered the room. Soon there was a scramble of footsteps heard from outside the door. They stopped awhile after and two feet could be seen from under the doorway.
He turned the doorknob slowly, knowing all eyes would be on him as soon as he was in view. The door opened fairly quiet but that did not block out the invisible racket of fear inside of him. The door was opened. There he was, in one piece and without a care. He was alive and well. "How nice of you to grace me with your presence." Hiyama said coldly.
"Well? What did you want to see me for? I have better things to do." Seventeen shot back and closed the door behind him.
"You're the one who came to see me." Hiyama's voice was a little softer now as Seventeen came closer to him. "Why is that?"
"Why is that what?" Seventeen wasn't looking at him, he couldn't.
"Why have you been coming to see me?"
"It would seem all too suspicious if I didn't. I am the one who brought you here after you tried to kill yourself in my bathroom." He took a seat beside Hiyama and rested his elbow on the cot. "You should have tried the good drugs I had under the mattress. That would have killed you faster."
"Don't say things that you don't mean."
"What are you talking about? Of course I mean it."
"Stop it already!" Hiyama yelled very uncharacteristically. "I know you love me." Hiyama's eyes burned through Seventeen's as he finally exchanged glances with him. "You could have hid my body or finished the job." Seventeen tried to turn away but Hiyama grabbed his face to keep his attention. "The last days we had were much different from the beginning, you spared me because hurting me hurts you. I could feel you restraining every time you thrusted into me. And when you held me all those times in the tub, you always made sure you had me safe and tight above the water. I know you dream about me because no matter how much my mind tells me to forget you, my dreams prove that in my heart I care about you. That I love you."
Seventeen's eyes grew wide as he heard these words from Hiyama. He couldn't speak or breathe.
//The truth hurts so intensely that it makes me bleed
This comatose of yours is such a rush of ecstasy//
Seventeen felt their faces about to make contact but he did not pull away. Hiyama's soft lips pressed against his. He was pulled onto the small bed and wrapped his arms around Hiyama's waist. Hiyama began to glide his tongue across Seventeen's lips and it was hungrily accepted. Hiyama almost fell backwards from the intensity of the kiss. He began to force back and cause their bodies to clash hardly against eachothers. Hiyama cried out in pain as he felt the wounds underneath his bandages. Seventeen slowed down the pace and kissed his neck lovingly, something that was new and much appreciated.
Feeling the need to be loved again Hiyama brought their lips together once again and was having his hair being smoothed back by Seventeen. Seventeen was in a mess of feelings right now but it didn't matter because the one he was expressing now was the one he had been having the most trouble with. "Why are you doing this? Don't you care about what I did to you?" Their faces were mere inches apart and Hiyama didn't look at all distressed by the questions.
"If you love me, what else matters? Me loving you is just the same." Yet again the two were in a disarray of kissing and infectious bites.
Disregarding his concerns that this was a mere aftershock and that the love festival he was enjoying would soon end, Seventeen gave into the misty love.
// The cruelty of his heart's desires drive me mad
Don't give in to it's rapid pull and leave me cold//
I know you guys are going to kill me for putting Hiyama and Seventeen together but I like it that way ^_^ And.don't get your hopes up just yet, there is defiantly going to be some HiyamaxTakanori in here. Have no fear! ~Dai