… Well~ Kanou's personality certainly annoys me. Anyone else?
He's supposed to be all…yeah. But how would he react to his lover's ailment? I keep asking myself; and I want to make him be concerned with it. But would he be angry concerned or depressed concerned? When I think back to the time when Ayase was sick in the manga/anime, he was surprised concerned. But this is different… Would he act the same way?
I went with a mixture between the two. Angry when the doctors say something he doesn't want to hear, and kind of downhearted when he's with Ayase.
I hope that's accurate.
Kanou was forced out of Ayase's room, the loud high-pitched beating already getting more jagged. There was yelling, he heard, but his mind shut down. He stared at the door in front of him, not knowing what to do. If he were to force his way in, then some of the doctors would stop what they were doing to demand that Kanou step back outside. But what if something happened to Ayase? No, his being in that room would only get in the way. He should stay on this side of the door, off to the side, and not try to help.
The sound that pounded in Kanou's head grew drawn out, in one continuous shriek.
Ayase…? Kanou tensed up, his hands clenching into fists. He felt his arms tingle as everything calmed, becoming still. His arm pulled back, to slam it forward into the wall. It shook with the force, a crack appearing in a moment, threatening to collapse inward.
As the wall stopped its shivering, a sound that made relief seep into his limps sounded. That high tone that was followed by more signaled life.
Kanou, surprised by his own ability to stay put, stood at the door, waiting for those doctors to step out. He paced, fidgeted, and growled threats at anyone who tried to calm him down.
A few doctors exited the room, offering no information on Ayase's condition, and saying that he must be patient and stay in the hallway for a few more minutes.
He frowned angrily, resuming his brisk walk in the oval-shaped path in front of the door.
"I don't understand," He heard, causing him to stop in mid-step in front of the door. "Nothing seems wrong, but he's…" The voice trailed off as papers rustling interjected. "But it seems that he's getting better? His heart rate isn't as rapid—just a little over average now…hm…"
He heard mumbling as the doctor that was left in the room talked to herself, going over possibilities and making clicking sounds with her tongue as she went down the list.
The unwelcomingly plain door opened, as the black-haired female stepped out, holding the clipboard to her chest.
"He's stable, sleeping again. Try not to wake him. His health is improving. We'll try to find out what it is before it disappears—assuming he gets better—"
Kanou's eyebrows pulled together, creating an intimidating scowl, "'Assuming'? He will." Or at least, he hopefully will. Kanou glanced into the room, hoping to see some more color in Ayase's face.
He still looked paler than normal, and the frail look of the little blonde didn't help enforce the fact he was slowly 'getting better'.
"Ah, yes," The woman agreed, obviously just nodding her head as to not get on Kanou's bad side.
Kanou angled his shoulders to allow the woman to walk by, his eyes still studying poor little Ayase. He stepped forward without realizing when the female had gotten out of the way, then made his way to the bedside.
Pulling the chair back to its new place next to the bed, Kanou sat down slowly, leaning forward until his face was buried in the thin blanket. He could feel the low warmth that traveled through the fabric, the warmth that smelled like Ayase.
Does he enjoy my smell? Kanou sat in silence, pondering over simple things, thinking back to marvel at the blonde's unwavering sense of innocent justice.
Oh, how he missed those blue eyes. Those perfect blue eyes that showed off his emotions; the colors that detailed the irises always swarmed like planets made up completely of water, churning with saddened anger or shining with happiness.
Kanou found his mind focusing on how the surreally tender look danced frantically behind closed eyelids.
—Ayase—
Grunting, Ayase forced his eyes to open, only to be dazed by the white room yet again.
His teeth clenched as the light slowly eased, to reveal panels above. He blinked away the rest of the light, his senses gathering themselves after being momentarily scrambled.
Ayase stared up at the paneling above him, disoriented, turning his eyesight only when he become aware of a shape beside him. What was that? Shades of gray and black took over the edge of his vision, spots appearing and disappearing in front of him.
"Kaa…?" He had wanted to say 'Kanou', but his tongue refused to move to help form the name. His voice wasn't as strong as he had hoped, either. It cracked after sounding the 'k', and it was too quiet. Maybe the stubborn male hadn't even heard.
Darkness enveloped him, and the blonde's body refused to move. He was forced to lie on the impossibly uncomfortable ground that replaced whatever he rested on moments before.
In the beginning, he would have struggled against the weight that held him down, but his limbs now lacked the energy to move. Ayase just wanted to lay there, throw up the nothing that occupied his stomach, then fade away. The only thing that stopped him from releasing his hold on what he thought was consciousness was the fact that Kanou was looking for him. It would be…horrible…if Kanou had become upset over Ayase. No, I'm not…someone who should be worried over, Ayase thought, his blank stare gazing into the infinite darkness.
—Kanou—
Kanou was sitting back in his chair, not knowing what to think about anymore. He had gone over everything in his memory labeled 'Ayase' at least five times. Two, three, four, five… six days. Six days. Over the course of six days, Ayase had gotten better, crashed, and then recovered all over again. He still had a fever, but it was decreasing gradually. All was going to be well.
Kanou saw Ayase's hand, palm-up. Reaching for it, he held the little blonde's hand.