Brothers' Love Chapter VI: A Bit of Truth?

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Yuki: You ask too much of your reviewers.

Meg-chan: I DO NOT!
Yuki: Actually. You do. And I'm really tired of me sitting in the hospital for God knows how long.

Meg-chan: … stop whining or I'll turn you into a mushy over-romantic lovesick moron.

Yuki: You wouldn't.

Meg-chan: I WOULD.

Yuki: … Review. Now.

So, in that other bed it had been Ryuichi's father? That explained the familiarization that Eiri felt when he looked at him. He gave no indication that he cared, but Eiri Yuki had a habit of being that way. You could never really be sure if some cogs were turning in his mind or not. The nicotine-enhanced novelist had a bad habit of seeming cold, but was that really what he was underneath? Hard to tell.

It did seem rather odd that all of the sudden Ryuichi Sakuma's father would appear out of no where to give blood to Shindou. He supposed that Ryuichi's father knew of the two's relationship, perhaps because of all the publicity the pair received, what with all the duets they did together.

Perhaps Eiri would discuss this later, if he felt like it. Right now, he just plain didn't give a damn. He hardly ever did, and doubted he would when the time came to speak to the man.

Ryuichi sat there, seeming confused as if he didn't know if he should be sitting next to his suffering friend, or his father, who had come to help. He had no idea how his father had magically appeared here, but his mind seldom stayed on one thing long enough to figure it out. The nurses came in to check on the two of them regularly, but it seemed they didn't really try to speak anymore. Before, they had gotten nothing but frustrated looks from Eiri Yuki, who was growing increasingly annoyed. Ryuichi was so insistent on getting his unconscious father's attention that he began to prod him repeatedly in the arm. He seemed to have a clueless expression, squeaking every time his finger met his father's arm.

"Otoo-san?" He blinked a few times, not understanding why his father was not answering. He just didn't get this whole hospital thing. Eiri on the other hand, knew it would still be a while until both of them woke up. Yet again, he was half thankful and half not. Shuichi Shindou was probably the most annoying boy on the planet, but while he was unconscious, Yuki couldn't leave. That, my friends, was the problem.

It was wonderful. As he woke up, his vision was slightly hazed but he seemed to be warm and comfortable. When he saw what was before him, he noticed Eiri's chest first, and heard his gentle breathing. His lover's eyes were closed and he seemed to be engulfed in a peaceful sleep. A light smile crossed Shuichi's lips as he snuggled in close to Eiri, feeling the warmth that most people didn't think to be there. He was lost in a sort of happiness he was shocked to be feeling, but he didn't want to say anything about it either. He didn't want this glass moment to shatter. Everything felt right, as long as he could be here next to Yuki. And then the most extraordinary thing happened. He felt something. Something he was not used to feeling. As he tiredly peered over, he saw Yuki's arm, draped around him.

Inside him, he felt his heart flutter in response to just seeing it. Feeling it was something entirely different. Had Yuki made some sort of drastic change over night? No, he wouldn't question it, he would be thankful and that was that. But how? How had things ended up this way? He wished he could remember, but all the details seemed to have slipped away from him. It seemed horrible that the one time Yuki Eiri was like this, he would forget how it happened.

It took a few hours, but eventually the two of them began to snap out of their almost vegetative states. The pink-haired koi seemed to be dazed, peering about. He was panicking, because at first, he did not notice that Yuki was indeed present. That was not something he expected, so it took him a moment to see the novelist slouched in a chair in the corner, eyes closed, arms crossed, looking as irritated as ever. Shuichi, had he not been hooked up to an IV would have probably jumped up and tackled him right there. Unfortunately, the pull of the plastic tubing kept him from going anywhere. A frown formed over his lips and he whimpered quietly, sinking back into the bed, which wasn't all that comfortable. Yet, at least it was warm.

Upon seeing Shuichi's motion, Ryuichi whipped around and slung his arms around the younger vocalist.

"Shuichi! You're awake!" Ryu had this habit of squealing things out when he was happy about something. "Shuuuu! Are you okay now? Are you? Are you?" He peered at Shuichi as best he could while still clinging to him. He released the grip of one hand so that he could effectively poke his friend in the arm, several times. "Well? Well? Are you?"

The squealing voice of Ryuichi made Yuki cringe in the corner, seeming to draw into himself. He was trying his best to ignore it, but it wasn't working so well. That boy was annoying as hell.

Shuichi was a bit startled by Ryu-kun's clinging, eyes widening slightly as he was squeezed almost mercilessly. "Hai, Hai. I'm fine." His eyes were still on Yuki, and he wasn't sure exactly how to get him to move closer. He was almost a hundred percent positive that just asking him to wouldn't work. That's how the stubborn Eiri Yuki was. He had been that way since Shuichi could remember. A soft whimper came from his lips again as he squirmed in Ryuichi's arms, eyeing Yuki, hoping that this alone would communicate what was needed. It was rather hard for him not to compulsively yell out, as he often did. He realized though, that Yuki did not seem to be in the best of moods. When Ryuichi finally released him, Shuichi once again sank into the uncomfortable hospital bed. He couldn't exactly remember what had happened, and why he was here now. All he really knew was that his head hurt. A lot. And he knew he could sometimes be reckless, so that was probably the explanation in itself. Shuichi was a very emotion driven person, so it was hard for him to live with someone who thought very little of emotions. Eiri Yuki could be quite deceptive if he wanted to. Shuichi had to wonder what was really hiding underneath the cold exterior that he saw on a daily basis. Life with Yuki was not easy, but he loved him so very much. Sure, Yuki yelled at him, called him names and smacked him and sometimes kicked him out, but he still loved him. He refused to give up. He was sure that one of these days he would break through to something.

"Are you ready to leave yet?" The words came from Yuki's lips rather harshly as he opened his golden eyes, watching the young and hyper one closely. Shuichi hated how Yuki's eyes always appeared to be so judgmental. They were judgmental, but they were beautiful. There had to be something softer, something more understanding underneath what he saw. He was hurt though. Yuki didn't even ask how he was, or even if he was okay. His eyes widened a little, watering a bit at the thought of how inconsiderate Yuki was being.

"Yu-Yuki. I…" What was he going to say? He didn't even know. He just wished that he could flat out tell him he was being insensitive. That would only annoy him more. And Ryu-kun was here.

An arched brow was the response that he received. No words, no change in attitude.

Shuichi was so wounded. He was shaking a little and he could feel the sting of tears. He was trying hard to hold them back, so that he wouldn't cry. So that he wouldn't make Yuki even more angry. He wanted to cry, to sob, to let Yuki see how much pain he was in over the writer's coldness. It wouldn't do him any good though. Yuki never seemed to regret anything he did. Well, except maybe meeting him. At that thought, his heart sunk and the tears welled more, but he would not let them escape.

Turning his attention away from Yuki and to Ryuichi instead, he was glad to know that someone cared about him. A soft smile crossed his lips as he nodded to his friend. "I'm okay. How did I end up here?" He gave a clueless look around the hospital room and blinked as his eyes traveled back to his friend.

Ryuichi put a finger to his lips as he thought for a moment, eyes glancing skyward. "You were taken captive by American spies and they tried to take hold of you for your musical talent. And I tried to grab you, because well, you're my friend and I wanted to help you! So, we were running away from the bad guys and they were shooting guns and I got shot in the leg, but I'm all better now, and I kept running and then it got dark and they were still chasing us and there were scary noises and then you got tired and you fell and you hurt yourself and I had to carry you to the hospital and you were heavy and it was bad and it hurt my leg even more but I just couldn't leave you behind because that's what friends do and I wasn't going to give up on you because well, you're Shuichi!"

……

Meg-chan: First of all, uhh, Yuki had never informed him as to why Shuichi was here…and uhh… yeah.

Lost. Definitely lost. Nope. Didn't catch that. Yuki was staring at Ryuichi as if basking in his moronic aura. Now, how did he, as a human being, manage to get all that out in one breath? It lacked imagination and there were clearly holes, and things that didn't make sense, but damn. That was some fast talking right there. Shuichi and Ryuichi were far too alike for their own goods.

"And look!" Ryuichi was pointing over to the other bed, where another person was laying. "Even Otoo-san came to umm…see you?" Shuichi glanced over and a confused expression appeared over his features. Why would Ryuichi's father be here? And in the bed next to him no less. He seemed to be hooked up to similar machines.

Ryu's Otoo-san was shifting a little, and appeared to be slightly groggy. He moved until he could sit up a little against the pillows and peered around the room, eyes resting on Ryu, holding what Shuichi imagined to be some sort of relief and fatherly pride. "Konnichiwa, Ryuichi." He smiled a little and then glanced over at Shuichi to give him an acknowledging nod. He saw the other in the room, Yuki, and gave pause. The man was familiar. It was that novelist, wasn't it? Yes, yes it was. What was his name? Eiri… Yuki Eiri? Yes, that had to be him. "Eiri-san." That was all he said in greeting, before focusing on the other two again. "You two had me quite worried I hope you know! You have no idea, the troubles I went to in getting here! I never thought that a harmless little visit to my son would land me in the hospital!"

"But sir, you didn't have to—"

"Nonsense! You are friends with my son. You needed help! I bare a responsibility as a parent to help him any way I can, and I imagine you two are very close! He was very torn up on the phone earlier!"

Ryuichi flushed a little before nodding very rapidly. "You worried me, Shu-chan! I was worried about you! I called Otoo-san to tell him!"

"Ah, yes well!" Ryu's Otoo-san interjected quickly. He had at first been under the impression that it had been Ryuichi in trouble, but to tell them such might offend one or the other, that he really wouldn't have hurried had the situation been different. "We're all fine now, aren't we!"

Eiri snorted as he sat in his chair and shook his head a little. "Can we bring this to a close? I've been sitting here long enough. I really have better things I could be doing than sitting in the hospital just oh so enjoying this 'sterile' smell." His voice was dripping with cold sarcasm as he brought himself to his feet, looking down at the three of them condescendingly. Truth be told, maybe he was a little worried. Just a little.