Title: Taxi

Author: schyra

Rating: ?

Pairings/Characters: Lucia, Haru, Deep Snow

Warnings: Strange and random.

Summary: He felt sick to his stomach.

Author's Note: *shrug* It randomly came to me.

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024 – Taxi

He felt sick to his stomach.

"Get in the car."

Haru stared at him with a steady, neutral gaze, fully expecting his terms to be complied with.

Lucia scowled back, one hand placed bracingly against his forehead. He didn't hold his glare for long, though. Another wave of nausea swept over him, causing his body to double-up. He felt an irrepressible urge to retch.

Deep Snow sighed at Lucia's stubbornness and opened the door behind them.

"Ani-ue," he said.

Lucia frowned at Deep Snow too, before finally succumbing to his companions' insistence and the goddamned nausea, and climbed into the taxi. Haru followed him in, while Deep Snow went around the back and entered via the other door.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"54th Street, Leagrove Mansion."

The cab driver nodded his assent and started the journey through the roads of Marry Loose. Lucia closed his eyes. Just seeing the road sway in front of him was making him feel worse. Breathing deeply, he looked to the side, hoping the change of scenery would help, but the rapidly flashing trees and buildings seemed to blur into a hideous palette of dull colours as they sped past, and reminded him again of wanting to hurl.

Haru reached out then, his hand warmer than Lucia's chilled skin, and tugged him down to lie on his lap. Deep Snow adjusted his legs, lifting them up over his own so that Lucia's could lie somewhat comfortably across them. The blonde felt the comforting touch of Haru's hand as it came to rest upon his forehead.

The three of them sat (or rather two did, and one tried to ignore them both) silently. Lucia pressed his teeth tightly together. He felt sick to his stomach. Haru ran his fingers gently through Lucia's hair, the soothing feel of it driving the nausea, just a little bit, away from his mind.

Lucia frowned to himself.

"I don't need your help."

Haru glanced down.

"You could barely walk."

"I would've been fine."

Deep Snow sighed, resignedly. Haru was quiet for a moment, staring down at the expression of discomfort barely suppressed on Lucia's face.

Then, "Look at what you've failed to do, and what you've accomplished. Weakness is a matter of perspective." he said.

Lucia and Deep Snow were both quiet, absorbing his words.

They didn't speak for the rest of the journey back home.

END.