Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss, never will. I'm doomed to just play with them.
Blue on Blue
Chapter 2
The young blonde man stared out the window, clearly distracted, and she knew why. He was waiting to hear about the status of a mission. A mission, she feared, he had a personal stake in. "Persia? Are you ok?"
Large blue eyes blinked the man back to reality, but he continued to look out the window. "Yes Rex, I'm fine."
They rode along in silence until the phone startled both of them. "Hello? Yes, he's right here. One moment please." The purple-haired woman turned to her boss, "It's Hardisan." She saw his blue eyes widen just slightly and she knew her suspicions were true. This mission was personal, and if he was worried, then it meant there was a high probability of loss.
"Takatori…..When...How is he now?...I see. Thank you. Keep me updated." He turned the phone off and set it on the seat, turning his attention back to the passing scenery. Nagi….you can't die….please….
"Rex. Clear my schedule for the next week and get me a flight to Tokyo."
"But Persia---"
Hard eyes turned to the woman, "Now, Rex." Takatori sat back and closed his eyes with a deep sigh. I'm coming Nagi….hold on…I'm coming….
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The first thing he was fully aware of was the pain. He'd been having strange dreams, and figured them the result of the painkillers, but he knew the pain was real. He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, the gleaming light from the sun hitting the pristine white walls. He turned his face away from the offending brightness and saw a mop of disheveled sandy blonde hair. "O…mi?" He tried to lift his hand to touch the man and see if he was real, but soon realized that he was sleeping on his arm.
Why is he here? And where exactly is here? He started to look around the room, squinting his eyes against the sunshine but he didn't get any clues to answer his question. With the exception of the medical equipment and a vase of flowers, the room was empty.
His attention was grabbed by the opening of the door and a nurse entered. The older woman never made a sound as she smiled at him and walked around to the other side of his bed and checked his vitals. He was impressed at her stealth. She saw him about to speak and she placed a cold finger on his lips. She pointed at the sleeping man and frowned. Nagi understood and let the woman do her job, bothering her only once to gesture for the curtains to be closed. She smiled warmly at him and brushed some hair from his face before leaving.
Nagi looked down at the sleeping Omi by his side one more time before closing his eyes and falling back to sleep himself. He would get answers later. He knew he was safe here, with Omi.
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Omi had kept the meeting he was going to the day he got the call and then hopped a plane to Tokyo to see Nagi. He lifted his head from the bed and looked at the sleeping brunette. "Nagi, please wake up." He squeezed the hand within his own that he hadn't let go of since arriving two days ago. When he saw the wounded man for the first time, his heart stopped. One eye was swollen shut and he had small cuts and bruises on the rest of his face. His shoulder and upper body were bandaged, along with his left hand. The doctor told him that he had three broken ribs, two fractured fingers and various bruises and cuts over his body.
"Nagi…"
"Yeah?"
Omi started at the weak voice and watched as the face turned to face him, a slate blue eye focusing on him.
"Nagi…"
"You said that already."
He couldn't help but smile. Despite his injuries, Nagi sounded like his usual self.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I got the shit beat out of me."
"Well good, because that's how you look."
"Where am I? What happened? Why are you…..?"
"Whoa, whoa, slow down. Let me tell you what I know. You collapsed at Takatori Tower, identifying yourself to the guard who called the medical team. You were brought here to Saints Hospital. It has a special wing for our organization. You've been unconscious for almost three days now."
"Two. I woke up earlier……You were asleep." Nagi noticed the slight blush to the man's cheeks. "Omi….why are you here?" The blush deepened.
"I, uh, came as soon as I got the call. They said you were in serious condition." Nagi felt Omi's grip on his hand tighten and he looked down. Omi followed his gaze and saw how much he was squeezing the brunette's hand. "Oh! Sorry." He let go and clasped his hands together in his lap. "I must have just grabbed it when I fell asleep."
"Omi."
"Yes?"
"Why."
"Why?" Omi leaned forward, concern written all over his face. "Nagi….You're my friend. They told me you were lucky to be alive. Why wouldn't I be here?"
One cerulean eye went wide at the Takatori boss's declaration. He's my friend? How could he be my friend? We were enemies once. For reasons I thought I understood, he offered me a second chance. He saved me so I could help his cause. And now…now he's my boss. He should know better than anyone that people in their profession couldn't afford friends. Friends died. No, there was no room for friends. Life, and Schwarz had taught him that.
"Nagi…" Takatori reached up and ran a thumb across his brow and down his cheek, a gentle smile on his face. "Get some rest. Now that I know you're awake, I'm going to go make a few calls. I'll be back soon. Promise." He got up to leave and looked back at the wounded man once more before closing the door behind him.
Nagi lay there, confused. He couldn't remember the last time someone showed any concern for his health for reasons other than professional. No, that's not true. Even back then, when they were enemies, he had shown him compassion. Nagi had brushed it off at the time, too confused by his own thoughts and having suspicions that it was all an act to gain his trust anyway. But deep down he knew Omi to be sincere. That's the kind of person he was. So if Omi called me his 'friend'……. He'd never had anyone call him 'friend'.
As the door opened, Nagi turned a hopeful eye, only to find the nurse returning, the same warm smile in place. "So how are you feeling young man?"
"Guess."
She chuckled as she checked a nearby machine and marked something off. When she returned her attention to Nagi, she began to check his battered eye which was healing rather quickly. "Mr. Takatori is a very nice man but sometimes I just want to hit him upside the head." She was now unwrapping his shoulder. "It was bad enough worrying about you and wondering whether or not you would live. But he had to show up and insist on staying by your side, not eating or sleeping." She sighed as she ran a cold cleansing cloth over the stitched wound. "You men can be so stubborn." She smiled at him and turned away, leaving his shoulder unwrapped. "I think we'll give that some air. It helps it heal faster."
Nagi was just staring at her. "He….he stayed with me?"
The nurse came back and pat his hand. "He said you had been friends for years. I can tell he cares for you very much." She looked down at him and gave him a warm smile as she gave his hand a little squeeze. "I'm going to leave you to rest for awhile. Doctor Kurozawa will be in to see you in a few hours."
"Um…?"
"Yes?"
"The flowers…."
"Oh, yes, aren't they lovely? Mr. Takatori brought them in for you. Now get some rest dear."
"The blue one…..may I…. have one?"
Nagi held the blue blossom in his hands and stared at it, not noticing when the nurse left. Just like his eyes… Nagi closed his eyes, his hand holding the flower resting on his chest. Just like my friend's eyes…
To be continued…..