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Part Nine: Displease
Hiroki work up early today and was eager to see Akihiko again. Besides basic cable and cards from people who he doesn't know or remember in this case he feels the term what people overuse these days "Bored"
If only he had a book in his hands. That would do him wonders. Instead he is stuck in a bed disabled, watching pathetic television sitcoms and looking at poorly written cards all morning. He wants Akihiko to come already and entertain him with his charming painful beauty. He groans and rolled around in his bed for a few minutes complaining for Akihiko, his prince to come and rescue from this insane hell hole. The door opens and Hiroki's heart beats rapidly in hopes it was Akihiko he wished for. Sadly it wasn't him. Instead he got an extremely tall gentleman in a lab coat with a cheerful smile.
Hiroki frowns in disapproval.
"Shit, it's you again."
Nowaki still having a pleasant smile seeming he was not hurt by what the man just said.
"Good Morning Hiro-san, I brought you breakfast."
The long haired chestnut man growled and turn his head up away from him acting like Nowaki was just a piece of garbage rolling down into his room.
"What the hell do you want?"
"To talk"
Hiroki tsk and turn back to Nowaki's eyes. He notices how stunning the man's eyes are and how unique they are. It was like if he was just consume into a bottomless sapphire whirlpool. He blush a hint of red and smack his lips while looking away.
"Are you positive you are not about to hurdle on top of me and infatuation me with your petrifying mass while sexually harassing me?"
"Accurate" Nowaki state with confidence
Hiroki eyed him quiet puzzled on whether to trust him or not. He figures why not and here out this man's word.
"All right, what do you want?"
Nowaki sat on the plain white bed while Hiroki carefully tuck his legs under his chin. The raven hair man scoops up a spoon of watery rice which got cold as he walks to Hiroki's room.
"Here, from my understanding is that your stomach is still not used to eating foods. This shouldn't upset too much with your stomach."
Hiroki made a foul face and shook his head in disgust.
"Hell no, get that shit away from my face. I don't want to be baby fed by the likes of you."
Nowaki scowl and place the spoon into the bowl.
"You need to eat Hiroki. You look very underweight and if you want to start walking again then you need to eat."
Hiroki furrow his eyebrows and made a sour face.
"Fine, but just be prepared with my wrath of vomiting all over your nice crispy white coat."
Nowaki fed Hiroki without any other comment. Hiroki for the most part was able to swallow most of the food in one piece without vomiting all over the bed. Once Nowaki clean up and left the plate on the end table he looks at Hiroki with satisfaction. Hiroki gave this stranger a death glare.
"What's with that pathetic look on your face?"
Nowaki look out into the window smiling.
"Nothing Hiro-san, I'm just happy to be here with you."
The chestnut hair man smacks his lips and sighs.
"Who are you and what the hell is up with the nickname?"
"I'm Kusama Nowaki."
"I know that! Who are you exactly?"
Nowaki looks at him surprisingly.
"Your boyfriend for the last 12 years and for your information that nickname is something we both have a special bond. It's a rather long story but you only want me to address you that way."
"Since when?"
"Since 12 years ago."
Hiroki looks down and began to play with his rather long thick hair.
"How old am I exactly?"
"How old do you think you are Hiro-san?"
Hiroki smack Nowaki on the head in frustration.
"Answer me brat!"
Nowaki grin.
"Believe me or not but right now you are 33."
Hiroki close his eyes and shook his head in confusion.
"That can't be. Last time I recall, I was in college and…"
"Yes Hiro-san?"
Hiroki eyes grew watery and he covers them in order to hide that he wants to cry. He remembers something he wishes he shouldn't have.
"I apologies, could you leave. "
Nowaki scoots closer to his lover and runs his fingers through Hiroki's massive thick long hair. He understood his lover well enough.
"It's about Usami-san isn't?"
"w-w-What?" the man stutters.
"That unrequited love of yours and that small little secret one night affair not even his lover knows about."
"You knew and what lover?"
"Misaki, the young gentleman that was here with Usami–san yesterday. They got together a few years ago and by then you didn't even love him anymore. Your eyes were all set on me."
Hiroki couldn't believe any of the crap that Nowaki was saying. How can he not love Akihiko anymore? This was entirely impossible and none of this was making sense to him. So it was true about Misaki. They got together and it was hard enough to say this but from Hiroki's point of view Akihiko looks the happiest and liveliest that he has ever seen out of all the years he known him.
"That is… insane. Why is it that I only remember that and that rainy night…"
Nowaki looked at Hiroki with wide eyes. Just what did he mean by 'rainy night'?
"Go on, tell me about that night?"
Hiroki once again toys with his hair and tries to remember about that dreadful night.
"I was extremely irritated and furious about something. I just hope into a black car and drove. Suddenly I crashed and …"
Hiroki look up and saw Nowaki looking at him in the eye intensely.
"These words, they call out to me. I couldn't recall who they are from but they told me these simple words. It was a lullaby to me and I just black out."
"Do you remember the words on that night?"
Hiroki look up to the pure white ceiling for a moment and look back to Nowaki.
"It's okay. Everything is fine. Those were the words."
Nowaki was so eager to learn more new information. He got this much out of his lover. He is craving for more.
"Was someone next to you?"
"Yes, I think. No, maybe I was hallucinating but his voice was the only thing I can clearly remember."
"What did it sound like?"
Hiroki smiles, something Nowaki has not seen in a long time.
"It wasn't deep or raspy. It was quite angelic and soft."
"Female?"
Hiroki shook his head.
"No, it was masculine but not as deep as mine or Akihiko"
"If you have to pick, what does this voice sounds the most fitting out of everyone you know of."
The man blushed and closes his eyes. The words replay over and over again non-stop. He tries to figure out who sounds the most similar to and once he figures it out he opens his eyes and looks away.
"You"
Nowaki soften his eyes and smiles gently. He desperately wants to hug Hiroki but he recalls what happen yesterday. He does not want to lose anymore of Hiroki's trust.
"Really? I'm so happy to hear that!"
The chestnut youth looks at him obscure.
"Why?"
"I'm the last person you remember as you fainted in that crash."
Hiroki let his legs spread into the bed sheets away from under his chin. It was a sign to Nowaki that he was no longer scare of him anymore. With this Nowaki fell onto Hiroki's thighs and let out of breathe of relief.
"Because Hiro-san, that means I was the most important person in your life."
Hiroki snort at this response.
"Cheeky brat, you think you're so special because of that? It might have been someone else for all that I know. You just coincidently somehow sound similar.
Nowaki touch Hiroki's hand softly and entwine his fingers with Hiroki's. The man tries to let go of Nowaki's hand once he made that move but it was no use. Nowaki was a stubborn man and would not let go.
"The reason why you don't remember me is because of that. You know the saying right before you die your life flashes before your eyes."
"No"
Nowaki chuckled and closes his eyes.
"You're a Literature Professor, no excuses."
Hiroki rolled his eyes.
"Well, right before you die you will remember the most important thing in your life and that was me. You were lucky to be alive with all those damages you gotten during that crash."
Nowaki hid his face and began crying silently.
"I was so scared Hiro-san. So scared, I didn't know what to do if you died. I would have lost my mind and possibly just killed myself. I never want to see you like this and now my nightmares came alive. It was all because of me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything! This should have never happen!"
This man that Hiroki never really known of till today. He is here sobbing his heart out on something that Hiroki could not figure out.
"Kusama-san, get a hold of yourself. I don't know what the nonsense you are talking about."
Out of the blue Nowaki screams at Hiroki.
"You should have seen yourself! Half of your damn head was shaven off and place large amounts of stiches. Your face was bruised up like you just came out of a boxing match. Almost every single of your rib was broken! Many bones of your body was fracture and in cast. Your whole body was filled with stiches, bruises, burns and injuries. It was so petrify! "
"Are you bi-polar or something? Calm down! "
Nowaki got off from Hiroki's legs and top onto him.
"Calm down! Calm down! How can I when I just about very close seeing you dead! It was my fault! I can't believe I did this to you! I promise to protect you but look what happen! You're here in this damn bed!"
Hiroki slap Nowaki across the face leaving him an enflamed red mark. It shut him up but it didn't help much with calming down the tense atmosphere.
"Stop it, you're going mad."
Nowaki snorted at his words.
"Mad? Have I reached this point already? It is actually quite nice"
"Shut up and get off me! You're fucking insane and your head is not in the right place. Go home or where ever the hell you're supposed to go."
Nowaki did not comply with Hiroki's works.
"Get the hell off me Kusama!"
"It's Nowaki."
"What?"
Nowaki points to himself.
"I want you to call me Nowaki."
Hiroki had enough of this man's nonsense and he begins to push him off.
"Leave!"
Nowaki grab both of his hands and kisses them both.
"I'm sorry."
Hiroki was about to slap the hell out of him if he was not about to get off of him anytime soon.
"Just leave and don't come back until your damn head is corrected."
Nowaki finally agrees and left the room with the tray.
"I hope you have a peaceful morning."
With that the tall man left. Hiroki rolled his eyes and looks out of the window. So much for a boring peaceful morning.