Charms
Tell me what you think everyone? I love hearing from you. I'll respond as much as possible to general and specific enquiries. Sorry if it seems a little drawn out but this is a very important transition period, be patient with me, onegai.
Chapter 18
"Hikari-san? Let's go inside." Kurama stood. The rain was gentle but it was very cold. "Hikari-san?" He wasn't moving. "Hikari-san." He checked the boy for a fever, his forehead wasn't hot, cold if anything. Daiki was shivering, uncontrollably. "Come on, you need to get warm." The red head tugged on his arm. He just sat there. "Come on." he was getting worried. "Please, look at me!" Blue eyes obeyed but...
Daiki was unresposive to almost everything. Kurama tried talking to him several times but...perhaps he wasn't saying the right thing. The strawberry blond was safe and home but... The red head peeled the boy's long sleeve shirt off his tired body. The scratches were dirty and numerous. A bath would be best for both of them, being exposed to such harsh weather.
Kurama was being driven mad by the silence, he was never this quiet. He allowed his red headed friend to lead him around like a broken doll. The most frustrating and painfull of all was the look in his eyes, or the lack there of, like nothing was real, like nothing mattered.
"Hikari-san," Kurama told him. The youth was sitting on the closed laundry hamper in the hall way to the bath. "You need to take a bath and I can wash our clothes if you give me yours."
Kurama took his shirt off and glanced at his friend who hadn't moved. He took off his pants an glanced again. Daiki was still looking down, at the floor or his feet or nothing, who could be sure?
"Hikari-san." he knelt by him in red breifs. "You don't want to catch a cold do you?" blue eyes looked at him, not really looking at him. Kurama sighed inwardly, he didn't want Daiki to feel like a burden. "Look, I'll help you. Stand up."
The boy obeyed, standing slowly. Kurama unclasped the button on his pants and the weight of the water helped pull them down so he didn't have to take an embarrassing posture. Kurama took a deep breath looking at those green boxers and pulled them down. That wasn't so bad, especially since he's eyes were closed the whole time.
"Come on." the red head took his friend's hand and led him to the bath. He scrubbed Daiki carefully stroking the dirt away, trying not to aggrivate any of the wounds. From the blond's lack of reaction he wondered if it was making a difference.
"I was worried," Kurama wanted to say something, rather he wanted to hear a something, any voice would do. "when I couldn't find you." The soapy towel picked up splotches of red and brown. "I looked everywhere I could think of. I even went to your uncle Soba. Close your eyes." The red head worked the shampoo into those strawberry blond locks.
"I was surprised. You weren't there, of course, but he helped me find you." Warm water rinsed the suds off. "I could have been searching all night." Kurama guided his friend into the warm, mineral treated waters. Daiski soaked while the red head washed himself. "I'm really glad..." he paused when rinsing his hair. "I'm really glad that I found you."
Kurama dressed Daiki and himself. The first aid kit was running low on bandaid's but there were enough to cover the larger scratches. The red head laid out two beds side by side. The red head's stomach was growling, going to bed on an empty stomach was not acceptible. What would his mother say? He warmed some stew his mother had left in the refrigerator for them.
"Here," Kurama put the bowl of steaming food before his friend. "It smells great and tastes even better." he assured the young man. He picked up his spoon and dipped it into his bowl. After a moment, the ceramic spoon clicked on the ceramic bowl. Niether of them had taken a bite. "Aren't you hungry?" Kurama watched his friend out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't moving. Did he really expect any different?
Kurama remembered the lively dinner conversations Daiki, his mother and he had these past days. More life and cheer than he could have hoped for, now... //What would mother do?// but that thought was no good. His mother was his mother and Kurama is Kurama. //What do I do?// the red head had no clue as to how to bring him out of this.
"You have to eat something." Kurama moved closer to Daiki and spooned some stew, offering it to his friend. "Come on." he smiled, encouraging. The boy did nothing, just stared into nothing. "Please," he felt hot tears threatening to pour out, but he resisted. The last thing Daiki needs is another reason to be insecure. "Please eat something. I know you're hungry." he told his friend, offering the spoon again. Nothing.
Kurama was so frustrated and guilty and unsure he was getting angry. //He will eat.// The red head put some stew in his own mouth and chewed any large peices. He tilted Daiki's head back and pressed his lips against the others, they parted easily. Kurama kept a hand on his friend's throat to be sure he swallowed.
The boy didn't swallow at first so the fox demon massaged the muscles around his esophagus and encouraged his mouth with his own. He swallowed! Kurama took another spoon full and another. After he was half way through the bowl and feeling a slightly embarrassing sense of accomplishment, he noticed Daiki's stormy blue eyes were focused.
"Hikari-san." green eyes searched for meaning behind them. As far as meaning goes there wasn't much but the youth was looking at him, really looking at him. Kurama tried again to offer the spoon to Daiki. Blue eyes were fixed but he didn't seem to be taking any other sort of stimuli. "It's alright." he assured the other. "Just a little at a time."
They finished off the bowl and Kurama ate his own. Feeding himself felt different after feeding Daiki the way he did. It was strange. Blue eyes looked at him, not intent, not hopeful or bashful or anything so compicated. Daiki's eyes were simply focused on Kurama. the fox demon was honestly not sure what to make of it.
"We'll get the dishes tomorrow." the red head stretched. "Let's get some rest." He pulled back the blankets. Daiki just stood there, looking at him. "Come on." Kurama lay on the futon and pulled his friend's hand to lay him on the one beside him. They lay in the half light from the window for several minutes. Kurama opened one eye and confirmed his suspicions. Daiki wasn't sleeping, he was just looking at the red head.
"You need to sleep." Kurama moved closer and brushed a hand over his face and Daiki closed his eyes. When he moved his hand away blue eyes opened again. "Sleep." He put his hand on the other's cheek experimentally. the boy's eyes closed slowly, after a moment his breathing began to deepen. The fox demon slipped his hand away and Daiki opened his eyes again.
"Are..." green eyes blinked, "Are you afraid?" //you are afraid.// Kurama moved his whole body closer, "See," he was lined up with Daiki. This made him blush but hopefully the darkness was concealing enough. "I won't leave you." Kurama kept his hand on his friend's cheek this time. Blue eyes closed.
Kurama watched him, sleeping so close. His heart was beating steady but hard. //Daiki needs me.// Those words meant nothing really, he felt needed. Even thought, he was in pain, Daiki came back. Even thought the is suffering, Daiki trusts Shuichi. Even thought he can't handle the pain and suffering, he'll stay with Kurama. //I swore...I will.//
Tell me what you think everyone? I love hearing from you. I'll respond as much as possible to general and specific enquiries. Sorry if it seems a little drawn out but this is a very important transition period, be patient with me, onegai.
Chapter 18
"Hikari-san? Let's go inside." Kurama stood. The rain was gentle but it was very cold. "Hikari-san?" He wasn't moving. "Hikari-san." He checked the boy for a fever, his forehead wasn't hot, cold if anything. Daiki was shivering, uncontrollably. "Come on, you need to get warm." The red head tugged on his arm. He just sat there. "Come on." he was getting worried. "Please, look at me!" Blue eyes obeyed but...
Daiki was unresposive to almost everything. Kurama tried talking to him several times but...perhaps he wasn't saying the right thing. The strawberry blond was safe and home but... The red head peeled the boy's long sleeve shirt off his tired body. The scratches were dirty and numerous. A bath would be best for both of them, being exposed to such harsh weather.
Kurama was being driven mad by the silence, he was never this quiet. He allowed his red headed friend to lead him around like a broken doll. The most frustrating and painfull of all was the look in his eyes, or the lack there of, like nothing was real, like nothing mattered.
"Hikari-san," Kurama told him. The youth was sitting on the closed laundry hamper in the hall way to the bath. "You need to take a bath and I can wash our clothes if you give me yours."
Kurama took his shirt off and glanced at his friend who hadn't moved. He took off his pants an glanced again. Daiki was still looking down, at the floor or his feet or nothing, who could be sure?
"Hikari-san." he knelt by him in red breifs. "You don't want to catch a cold do you?" blue eyes looked at him, not really looking at him. Kurama sighed inwardly, he didn't want Daiki to feel like a burden. "Look, I'll help you. Stand up."
The boy obeyed, standing slowly. Kurama unclasped the button on his pants and the weight of the water helped pull them down so he didn't have to take an embarrassing posture. Kurama took a deep breath looking at those green boxers and pulled them down. That wasn't so bad, especially since he's eyes were closed the whole time.
"Come on." the red head took his friend's hand and led him to the bath. He scrubbed Daiki carefully stroking the dirt away, trying not to aggrivate any of the wounds. From the blond's lack of reaction he wondered if it was making a difference.
"I was worried," Kurama wanted to say something, rather he wanted to hear a something, any voice would do. "when I couldn't find you." The soapy towel picked up splotches of red and brown. "I looked everywhere I could think of. I even went to your uncle Soba. Close your eyes." The red head worked the shampoo into those strawberry blond locks.
"I was surprised. You weren't there, of course, but he helped me find you." Warm water rinsed the suds off. "I could have been searching all night." Kurama guided his friend into the warm, mineral treated waters. Daiski soaked while the red head washed himself. "I'm really glad..." he paused when rinsing his hair. "I'm really glad that I found you."
Kurama dressed Daiki and himself. The first aid kit was running low on bandaid's but there were enough to cover the larger scratches. The red head laid out two beds side by side. The red head's stomach was growling, going to bed on an empty stomach was not acceptible. What would his mother say? He warmed some stew his mother had left in the refrigerator for them.
"Here," Kurama put the bowl of steaming food before his friend. "It smells great and tastes even better." he assured the young man. He picked up his spoon and dipped it into his bowl. After a moment, the ceramic spoon clicked on the ceramic bowl. Niether of them had taken a bite. "Aren't you hungry?" Kurama watched his friend out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't moving. Did he really expect any different?
Kurama remembered the lively dinner conversations Daiki, his mother and he had these past days. More life and cheer than he could have hoped for, now... //What would mother do?// but that thought was no good. His mother was his mother and Kurama is Kurama. //What do I do?// the red head had no clue as to how to bring him out of this.
"You have to eat something." Kurama moved closer to Daiki and spooned some stew, offering it to his friend. "Come on." he smiled, encouraging. The boy did nothing, just stared into nothing. "Please," he felt hot tears threatening to pour out, but he resisted. The last thing Daiki needs is another reason to be insecure. "Please eat something. I know you're hungry." he told his friend, offering the spoon again. Nothing.
Kurama was so frustrated and guilty and unsure he was getting angry. //He will eat.// The red head put some stew in his own mouth and chewed any large peices. He tilted Daiki's head back and pressed his lips against the others, they parted easily. Kurama kept a hand on his friend's throat to be sure he swallowed.
The boy didn't swallow at first so the fox demon massaged the muscles around his esophagus and encouraged his mouth with his own. He swallowed! Kurama took another spoon full and another. After he was half way through the bowl and feeling a slightly embarrassing sense of accomplishment, he noticed Daiki's stormy blue eyes were focused.
"Hikari-san." green eyes searched for meaning behind them. As far as meaning goes there wasn't much but the youth was looking at him, really looking at him. Kurama tried again to offer the spoon to Daiki. Blue eyes were fixed but he didn't seem to be taking any other sort of stimuli. "It's alright." he assured the other. "Just a little at a time."
They finished off the bowl and Kurama ate his own. Feeding himself felt different after feeding Daiki the way he did. It was strange. Blue eyes looked at him, not intent, not hopeful or bashful or anything so compicated. Daiki's eyes were simply focused on Kurama. the fox demon was honestly not sure what to make of it.
"We'll get the dishes tomorrow." the red head stretched. "Let's get some rest." He pulled back the blankets. Daiki just stood there, looking at him. "Come on." Kurama lay on the futon and pulled his friend's hand to lay him on the one beside him. They lay in the half light from the window for several minutes. Kurama opened one eye and confirmed his suspicions. Daiki wasn't sleeping, he was just looking at the red head.
"You need to sleep." Kurama moved closer and brushed a hand over his face and Daiki closed his eyes. When he moved his hand away blue eyes opened again. "Sleep." He put his hand on the other's cheek experimentally. the boy's eyes closed slowly, after a moment his breathing began to deepen. The fox demon slipped his hand away and Daiki opened his eyes again.
"Are..." green eyes blinked, "Are you afraid?" //you are afraid.// Kurama moved his whole body closer, "See," he was lined up with Daiki. This made him blush but hopefully the darkness was concealing enough. "I won't leave you." Kurama kept his hand on his friend's cheek this time. Blue eyes closed.
Kurama watched him, sleeping so close. His heart was beating steady but hard. //Daiki needs me.// Those words meant nothing really, he felt needed. Even thought, he was in pain, Daiki came back. Even thought the is suffering, Daiki trusts Shuichi. Even thought he can't handle the pain and suffering, he'll stay with Kurama. //I swore...I will.//