I had a hard time typing this. I don't think it's good and it's totally pointless. basically this is just how Momiji feels after such sessions. What sessions, you ask. That will be in....most probably the next chapter. So let's just wait and see.
His whole body hurt. He was tempted to think 'Why does my life have to be this way?' but he swung his mind quickly, almost desperately away from that direction in which his thoughts were heading. No. He could not think like that. He had already made up his mind a long time ago that he'd do whatever it'd takes to make him happy. But despite that, this was turning out to be a sucky day. Two days, in fact, as Momiji watched the quickly paling sky, signalling the imminent arrival of dawn.
Shit.
Momiji glanced at the sleeping figure in his arms and immediately a small smile played across his lips. It made his bruised and aching body seem almost worth it all for the peaceful face of the slumbering Hatsuharu. Funny how a person can look like a devil one second and such a beautiful angel the next.
The blond boy winced as the other moved in his arms resulting in more weight upon his body pressing against the back of the sharp edge of the bed head. He had to wince again as the sudden movement of his face made the sore spot of the left side of his face throb, which resulted in more wincing which resulted in more wincing..... Finally, Momiji just gritted his teeth (not too hard either as that hurt too) and tried not to have any facial expression at all to spare his hurting head.
Turning his head slightly, he glanced at the clock that lay upside down on the floor where, in the chaos, had found its way all the way to the other corner of the room. The piercing red of the digital numerals shone through the darkness of the room, lighting the space around it. Momiji saw, just on the skirts of the clock's faint glow, dark spots of a redder substance. He almost jerked as he remembered, suddenly, Hatsuharu's wounds. Looking down at the sleeping boy again, Momiji realised that the bleeding from the cuts on the hands of the boy had almost stopped, but not before staining the white bed sheets and almost all of Momiji's clothes. Dawn was approaching soon and Momiji still had much to do.
Slowly, the blond boy lifted Hatsuharu gently off his torso and almost dropped him back down again as his shoulder blades felt like they were broken but managed to hold him steady as his whole body quivered with the effort at holding the dead-weight of the other boy steady so as not to wake him up. Momiji silenced a grunt as he struggled to keep Hatsuharu's body at least a few centimetres in the air while he pulled his legs from their positions on both sides of the white-black haired boy, not without much difficulty.
Finally freeing his legs and moving them so that they hung off the side of the bed, Momiji carefully laid the sleeping boy back down onto the bed where the cow-boy continued to sleep on peacefully. He was grateful that his cousin was such a heavy sleeper. Looking at the younger boy a moment longer, Momiji let out a silent sigh before turning around and setting out to work. He put his feet down on the floor almost yelped out loud when sharp glass shards pierced his skin. Trying not to curse, Momiji lifted his foot which had lost its protection of his thin bunny slippers sometime during the struggle. Sitting back down on the bed again, Momiji examined the soles of his feet, trying to pluck out a few glass shards stuck to his skin and some embedded in his skin. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes and fell down the side of his face at the pain.
Finally ridding all the sharp little evil glass bits from his feet, Momiji sat on the bed for a while, thinking of how to go about cleaning all this mess when he couldn't even move from his position on the bed without planting glass into his feet. Eventually, Momiji just picked up a pillow that fell to the floor a few feet from him and used it to clear the floor around his legs free of any dangerous objects before tentatively laying his feet, one by one, back down on the wooden floor boards again. So there Momiji went, sweeping the glass shards away with the white pillow, stained a bit with blood, from the sleeping figure on the bed, and making his way through the room, cleaning up whatever was to be cleaned up until the room was relatively neat again. Only thing different from how the room was before was few missing bottles from the top of the cupboard, a missing lamp (all of which now filled a once almost empty dustbin) and the boy lying above blood stained sheets.
Sighing, Momiji knew that now was the hardest part. Walking over to the where Hatsuharu lay, picking up his rotten bunny slippers on the way and stuffing them in the now useless pillow case with the pillow, Momiji once again tried not to shout out at his current situation. It was not the first time in the night, neither was it the first night such a thing has happened. Flashes of what Akito said to him time and time again went through his mind and his forced them out just as quickly. 'Focus. Just focus on what you have to do right now.' That was all Momiji was able to do at that moment. Standing over the boy of his dreams and staring openly (who cares? nobody's here) at that bare tanned back that he fantasized oh-so-many times of..... Okay, let's don't go there. The point is, or rather, the problem is that the said man of his dreams was now lying on once white bed sheets which he had stained red with blood that he now had to clear before any of the maids came on one of their rounds and make a big fuss of it. Even worse, to have them report to Hatsuharu's parents who will definitely report to Hatori who will report to Akito who will make a big fuss out of it.
With that (horrifying) thought, Momiji turned and went out of the room and into the bathroom a little down the corridor where he found the First-Aid box in the medicine cabinet where he left it the last time and returned back to the room with it.
About an hour later, Momiji had removed any glass shards from Hatsuharu's wounds, having had trouble with a particularly tricky one stuck in a cut in the corner between the boy's forefinger and thumb. The cuts, despite the amount of blood lost, were actually quite few and not all that deep. Next Momiji tried to disinfect them and almost suffocated himself by holding his breath for too long as, it seems, even in his sleep Hatsuharu could feel the sting of the purplish liquid on his cuts and kept twitching and fidgeting, but not waking up. Letting out a sigh of relief as Momiji finished and set the bottle of disinfectant down and realized again that his job was not done as he still had the bandaging to do.
Glancing at the digital clock again, which was now placed on the bedside table, Momiji realized with a start that it was 7:36 am and the maids would be on their rounds in less than half an hour and he still had so much to do! Trying not to panic as he carefully bandaged the injured hands of his cousin, all the while trying to be as quiet and gentle and quick as possible, eyeing the clock every two minutes. He finished with his job in 13 minutes and stood up hurriedly, causing the soft mattress of the bed to bounce a bit and Hatsuharu groaned in slight protest. The blond boy stopped two steps away, unconsciously holding his breath until the other had finally gave no more signs of movement or waking up. Finally, Momiji picked up the dirty pillow and stain bed sheets which he had removed while he was disinfecting Hatsuharu's wounds and the sleeping boy and turned away from the pain and conveniently off the dirty sheets. Gathering all those in his arms, Momiji left the room, flicking the light switch off and closing the door on the way out, leaving no trace of anybody being there at all.
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