He wasn't sure how long he lied there, and at some point he had fallen asleep, but the next thing he knew, the door was being opened, letting the bright hallway light stream in through the opening. Gareki groaned as the light hit him, causing the headache to return just as strong as before. He put an arm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the light.
"Shut the damn door," Gareki mumbled, not even looking at who was entering.
"S-Sorry Gareki!," the person said as he entered the room, quickly closing the door. Gareki recognized the slightly high, nervous voice but couldn't quiet remember who it belonged to. As he thought, he could hear a chair scrape against the floor as it was pulled up next to the bed and the person sat down. Bringing his arm down, Gareki forced open his eyes to see who his visitor was. Although his sight was slightly blurry, he could still make out a mess of blond hair and a signature light yellow shirt.
"What do you want Yogi?" Gareki asked, a little annoyed that the blond had disrupted his sleep.
"Well, I thought Gareki would be lonely with being stuck in here for a long time so I came to keep you company," Yogi relied with a soft smile. "Akari said you would be fine by tomorrow but I didn't think you would want to be alone for that long."
"That long? How long have I been here?" He had just fallen asleep a little while ago, surely it couldn't have been that long.
"Five days," Yogi stated, a little confused himself at Gareki's surprised look.
"Ugh," Gareki groaned. 'I must have been sleeping longer than I thought.' The room was filled with silence for a few minutes and Gareki thought Yogi was finally going to shut up, until he began talking again.
"Would you like some water? I'm sure you're thirsty," Yogi asked, breaking the silence.
Gareki sighed, he wanted to tell Yogi to just leave, but he knew he was only trying to help him. "Yeah, water sounds great," Gareki said.
Yogi jumped to his feet, eager to comply. Grabbing the cup off of Gareki's night stand and walking into the adjoining bathroom, he filled the cup with water from the sink. He returned to the room with the glass of water and set it down on the stand next to Gareki's bed. Yogi then reached over and helped Gareki into a sitting position, although the movement caused his head to throb in pain. He handed him the glass and kept his hand on his back to make sure he wouldn't fall back.
Gareki blushed slightly at the treatment, which he hoped wasn't visible with the dimmed lights. He drank the water gratefully before handing it back to Yogi who set it back down on the night stand. Gareki layed back down on his side facing away from Yogi. He couldn't explain the sudden uncomfortable feeling he got from looking at the blond, although he was sure he was just a little tired and he would be back to normal after a little more sleep.
Yogi continued to sit by Gareki's bed, even after he had fallen back asleep. A smile made it's way across his features as he remembered Gareki's flustered look when he had put his hand on his back—yes, Yogi could clearly see the blush even in the small amount of lighting. Perhaps Gareki felt the same way about him?
Akari walked purposefully down the hallway that led to Hirato's office, in his arms was a bundle of papers that included today's reports, documents, and even a few personal files that were requested by the ship's captain. This was a daily routine, every day he would bring the reports and documents for Hirato to read before suggesting what should be done regarding the ships personnel. Although this was the intention, it rarely occurred as it was suppose to, most of the time they ended up getting preoccupied with other "activities."
As Akari raised his hand to knock on the captain's door, Hirato's voice sounded from inside, "Door's open, Doctor."
Akari frowned at Hirato's "all knowing" ability but entered anyway. The captain was seated on the right side couch, he had a gentle smile on his face as he watched the doctor enter the room. Hirato had his legs crossed almost in a feminine fashion and in his hands were a few papers of his own.
Akari shut the door behind him before strode into the room and set the stack of papers on the coffee table that rested between the two couches.
Hirato glanced over the top of the papers and a smirk rose on his face as he observed the doctor. "Why so tense Akari? You act like you think I'm going to do something." Hirato lowered the papers he was holding so he could give his guest his full attention.
Akari felt his eye twitch in irritation, it was almost as if Hirato made an effort to make his mocking tone evident. "You know damn well why and I didn't come here to make a light conversation, you asked for my report so here it is," he made a gesture with his hand toward the paper stack.
"Oh?" Hirato replied, not at all losing his smirk or tone, "I was under the impression that you enjoyed my company."
"Your fake pleasantries make me sick, you ignore the reports I give you and you end up doing your own thing anyway," Akari retorted, sending a glare toward Hirato.
"If you hate me as much as you say you do," Hirato started as he got up from the couch and slowly began walking around the coffee table, "then you could have easily avoided me by sending your requests in electronically." Hirato came to a stop behind Akari, leaning down so his lips were next to the doctor's ear, he reached his hand around and loosened the purple tie, "or maybe you just like to submit to me."
The following day Gareki sat through what he hoped to be his last examination with Akari. His headache for the most part had disappeared, leaving only a dull throbbing in it's wake. The doctor ran through the basics by checking his temperature and blood pressure, but also ran a scan on his head to make sure that whatever had caused the pain would leave no lasting damage. Gareki waited no more than ten minuets before Akari returned with the scan results.
"Your lucky there's no lasting damage," Akari stated as he walked in, flipping through a few papers that had rested on his clipboard. "Your central nervous system seemed to have been slightly damaged in whatever stunt you were trying to pull, which resulted in your severe migraine. The sudden overuse of your...abilities...were far too much for you body to handle and the nerves were damaged in the process."
Gareki looked up at the doctor when he stumbled over the word "abilities," but didn't push it. Clearly Akari knew more about his abilities than he did but didn't intend to say anything.
"If you continue to be this reckless I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up dead or suffering from a permanent disability." The doctor scolded Gareki for his imprudent actions before quickly dismissing him.
As soon as Gareki stepped outside of the infirmary door, his vision was filled with yellow and an overly emotional blond had wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Gareki! I'm so glad your okay!"
"Yogi, get off!" Gareki threw his hands up to push at the blonds chest, trying to pry him off.
"But I haven't been able to see Gareki in a long time!" Yogi whined when he was shoved off.
"You saw me last night," Gareki stated, a bit annoyed. He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the now sharp throbbing in his head from increasing.
"But Gareki, about last night..."
Gareki froze, 'He couldn't have noticed.'
Seeing Gareki look at him encouraged Yogi to continue, "Were you mad at me?"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Gareki replied, "No I wasn't mad." He paused. "I...kind of liked having you there." He turned away from Yogi so that he couldn't see his face or the slight blush that appeared there.
"Really?!" Yogi replied ecstatically. "I'm glad."
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Gareki began to walk back toward his room but was once again stopped by Yogi.
"Oh and Gareki, Hirato told me to tell you that you should head to the training room to resume your training."
"What? But I just got out of the infirmary," Gareki protested in disbelief. 'Hirato's a damn slave driver!' Yogi only returned a sympathetic smile before ushering him toward the training room.
Gareki grumbled as he entered, readying himself for Jiki's brutal training. He didn't even look at his trainer when he entered but instead made his way over to the weapon room to grab his training gun.
"Hello Gareki." The voice didn't belong to Jiki, but sounded a lot like...
"Hirato?" Gareki asked in surprise.
Hirato smiled, "Starting from today, I will be training you."