Thanks to Heavensdarkestshadow (I like you username, very ominous ; D) and FatCat for reviewing! I'm glad you both thought it was so cute and hope you enjoy the rest, lol. The reviews made me feel very fluffy ; P
Thanks!
Now, some HavocFuery! Feel the cuteness!
Broken Wings
Shounen ai warning. Angst and would-be-fluff warnings as well, lol.
Spoilers for Chapter 40 of the Manga.
It shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did. After all, he had looked after wounded animals all the time. Little puppies bleeding from abuse, turtles with cracked shells, kittens with broken limbs…and once, a tiny sparrow…
He had taken care of them as well as he could, entrusting their care to another when it was too serious for him to handle. Then he would find a good home for them and move on to the next poor, abandoned stray.
And he had seen people injured in that manner, as well. In the military you saw your fair share of wounded or maimed individuals, even working in Communications.
It had certainly never bothered him before.
It wasn't the blood; he could handle that after dealing with innumerable pets in his lifetime. And it wasn't the entire gloomy air of the place; how many times had he picked up lost and dying animal to take it to a veterinarian and then have to explain to its owners why he wouldn't be able to return their beloved companion?
It wasn't the paleness of his skin, how it matched the color of the sheets almost perfectly. It wasn't how his hair hung limp and neglected against his head. It wasn't how his movements had all become, slow, lethargic, pained.
But maybe…maybe it had a little something to do with how the light seemed to have gone out of his eyes. How when he looked at him, it was as though there wasn't anyone there staring back. Vacant. Hollow.
Not the twinkling, bright blue orbs, alight with amusement and laughter that had always greeted him before.
…funny how the thing he missed most was the lack of smoke that hung in the air, simply because the man lying there, wounded and crippled, could no longer find the strength to light one of his beloved cigarettes.
It hurt. And it shouldn't have. They were just colleagues, coworkers, friends at best.
It reminded him of the sparrow he hadn't been able to save, bleeding to death on the cold ground, wings battered and broken beyond repair.
But seeing Havoc lying there, still as death, eyes a weary, greyish blue, was worse than anything he could have imagined. And Cain Fuery wouldn't be able to bear it if…
He couldn't think about that. It would destroy him.
…but they were just friends, weren't they?
--Owari--
--Fin--