The Door (for pixxers)
For: pixxers
Title: The Door
Pairing/characters: Yagyuu/Niou - minor Sana/Yuki
Rating: PGish
Warning (if any): weird
Summary: Yagyuu has a bad day, or thinks he does, and figures if he starts it out in a better way, it might not end up so bad.
Notes (if any): I tried about 5 previous incarnations with alternate characters, finally settled on this story. Not entirely happy with it, but I tried to encompass 3 of the balls it up prompts, and one scenario. Hope it's okay.
Yagyuu was having a bad day, and to say it was a bad day, was really an understatement. The car had started it all off, really. Yes, the car was at fault. Well, the car and his having let Niou drive it at any rate. Or to be more precise, his letting Niou get in a car, and standing anywhere in the vicinity when he did. Backing out had never been Niou's specialty - in anything.
That was why he was lying in hospital, covered in bandages waiting for the doctor to come in and let him know just what was wrong with him.
The ceiling was almost pretty. White, but serviceable with thousands of tiny lumps he could count away the hours with. And he knew that, because he'd been counting them for hours.
He looked over as the door opened, trying not to let his jaw hit the floor as the person walked in with their doctors coat and hospital name badge on.
"So, so, Mr Yagyuu," he murmured, flipping through the chart he was holding. "Ahhh, nasty accident that one. Hit by a car?" The doctor shook his head, tsking gently with his tongue.
Yagyuu shook his head, thinking something must have gone wrong with his eyes in the accident. He would have hit his head to try and jolt some sense into his brain if he could have moved his arms.
"Anyway, where was I," murmured the doctor. "Ah yes, I'm sorry to inform you, that, while cataloging your injuries, we discovered you have ovarian cancer."
What the fuck? Is actually what Yagyuu wanted to say, but his mouth didn't quite seem to be working properly, so he tried to generate a little spit before trying it again. "What?" Well at least that came out.
"Oh," laughed the doctor, "Silly me, wrong chart. Sorry, that's the lady next door. Let me see if I can find yours."
By now, Yagyuu had had it. "What the hell are you doing masquerading as a doctor, Yukimura?"
Yukimura looked up, surprised. "Masquerading?" He chuckled, "Oops! Guess you caught me! We can have a ball!"
"What are you doing?"
"I don't really know," With that Yukimura starts laughing, and dancing around the room, climbing on the seats and flapping his arms like a chicken.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sanada stumbled in, followed by two rather burly orderlies.
"Thank god he's in here!" Sanada stated, almost proudly.
Yagyuu leveled a very annoyed glare, well, as annoying as a man with his arms pinned by his side can look, at Sanada, before speaking. "Why the hell was he in here - diagnosing me?"
Sanada blinked once, before speaking very seriously. "Hobby."
Yagyuu blinked back the morse code for what the fuck, but didn't really expect a response, which was good, because he didn't get one. Yukimura was bundled into a robe that looked suspiciously like a straight jacket, while he still tried to dance, his feet still kicked in mid air, and got dragged out of the room.
The door shut closed behind them, only to open for a moment when Sanada popped his head back in to say: "Oh yeah, could you like, not mention that, thanks?"
"Sure..." Yagyuu buried his head in his hands, which for some reason, were now suddenly free and therefore completely smudged his glasses. He'd decided he really didn't like this hospital. It was far too white, as hospitals had a habit of being.
So he continued to wait, glad that at least his hands were free so he could twiddle his thumbs. Hospitals had to be the most boring places on the face of the earth, unless of course, you happen to be Yukimura. At least that was some entertainment.
And at least he learned one thing out of all of this. Don't stand near, or around a car Niou is under the impression he can drive. Yagyuu grinned despite himself, glad no one can witness it. He just couldn't wait to get out of the confining hospital and back home to torment his uh ... friend.
The door creaked open, and Yagyuu turned in its direction, wondering idly just what was going to come his way this time. However, it wasn't really anything shocking. Just a tall, rather important looking man, with a couple of assistants on either side of him, and a clipboard in his hand. ‘Ah,' Yagyuu thought to himself. ‘Now he'll tell me when I can go home.'
The doctor looked down at Yagyuu, and it was definitely down, because the man was damned tall. "Yagyuu Hiroshi?" He asked, tone of voice grave, reminding Yagyuu of a crypt in a graveyard he and Niou had once crept into.
He nodded that yes, he was Yagyuu Hiroshi.
"Usually we have your parents here when we do this."
Yagyuu wondered why, he was old enough after all.
"But as they're not here, I figured you'd want to know you're going to die anyway."
Wait... die?
"You have a brain tumour, inoperable sadly, but a brain tumour nonetheless."
Yagyuu blinked once, and then once again for good measure. "From getting hit by a car traveling eighteen miles an hour?" he asks, his voice flat.
The doctor was the one to blink this time as he glanced down at his chart to refer to his notes. "Yes, that's what the results show. You've got about four weeks to live." There wasn't even a trace of doubt in the man's tone. "Do you have any questions?"
Yes, is what Yagyuu wanted to say, but he shook his head instead, wondering if that was good or bad for brain tumours.
"Well then, we'll leave you be. A counselor should be in soon." And with that, the doctor and his henchmen left the room.
Brain tumour from a car accident? Yagyuu started to laugh loudly. He had a brain tumour? Cancer of the brain! Oh how he could see Niou laughing with him. It would be a rare sight indeed.
The funny thing was, he wasn't even upset by it, because he didn't feel like mourning for himself. His mother would probably do that for him.
Thinking of that, he felt it strange that none of his family had visited him, nor had Niou. Very strange. Holy fuck he was dying of a brain tumour. With, what was it, four weeks to live? What were the things he wanted to do with his life? Four weeks sure as hell wasn't long enough to do them all.
That was a little depressing really. But Yagyuu wasn't the depressive sort, he was a tad more logical. He liked to think things through, even though thinking through the last four weeks of one's life didn't fucking seem logical.
Suddenly, he felt less restricted, like he could move, body a little sore, and swung his legs over the side of the bed - watching the IV stand just incase it toppled.
Death, he was going to die, it still felt so unreal. What a fucking cockhead of a doctor, really! The man had all the bedside manner of a wet dishcloth. Hi, I'm here to tell you you're going to die.
Yagyuu would get mad if he could see a point to it. Being told he was going to die in a nice way wouldn't make it any less an inevitability.
His thoughts were interrupted by the door bursting open once more, and he saw the doctor's head poke around the corner again. "Oh, Yagyuu! Hi there. Sorry about the interruption, but..." He glanced at his notes. "Vertebral Compression, sorry. Not brain tumour! Heh! My mistake. Happens all the time. Have a long and happy life. You can check out later today."
The door closed and Yagyuu just stared at it. To be more precise, stared daggers at it. During his stay he'd really come to hate that fucking door and if he could just get his hands around that doctor's throat, but jail time would interfere with the apparent life he still had to live.
Still, checking out that day would be good. Thinking he'd go see when that might be, he opened the door...
... and woke up in the middle of the night with one arm wrapped tightly around Niou back in his own bed.
Yagyuu rolled over onto his back, muttering under his breath: "What the fuck was that crazy dream." Until he remembered the new car in their driveway, and Niou's promise to drive it the next day.
Making himself comfortable again, he glanced at Niou's only-peaceful-in-slumber face, and smiled before he goes back to sleep, murmuring: "No fucking way I'm letting that dream come true..."
And there was no way the dream would come true if he distracted Niou for long enough in the morning. Evil smirk on his face, Yagyuu drifted off to sleep.
Title: The Door
Pairing/characters: Yagyuu/Niou - minor Sana/Yuki
Rating: PGish
Warning (if any): weird
Summary: Yagyuu has a bad day, or thinks he does, and figures if he starts it out in a better way, it might not end up so bad.
Notes (if any): I tried about 5 previous incarnations with alternate characters, finally settled on this story. Not entirely happy with it, but I tried to encompass 3 of the balls it up prompts, and one scenario. Hope it's okay.
Yagyuu was having a bad day, and to say it was a bad day, was really an understatement. The car had started it all off, really. Yes, the car was at fault. Well, the car and his having let Niou drive it at any rate. Or to be more precise, his letting Niou get in a car, and standing anywhere in the vicinity when he did. Backing out had never been Niou's specialty - in anything.
That was why he was lying in hospital, covered in bandages waiting for the doctor to come in and let him know just what was wrong with him.
The ceiling was almost pretty. White, but serviceable with thousands of tiny lumps he could count away the hours with. And he knew that, because he'd been counting them for hours.
He looked over as the door opened, trying not to let his jaw hit the floor as the person walked in with their doctors coat and hospital name badge on.
"So, so, Mr Yagyuu," he murmured, flipping through the chart he was holding. "Ahhh, nasty accident that one. Hit by a car?" The doctor shook his head, tsking gently with his tongue.
Yagyuu shook his head, thinking something must have gone wrong with his eyes in the accident. He would have hit his head to try and jolt some sense into his brain if he could have moved his arms.
"Anyway, where was I," murmured the doctor. "Ah yes, I'm sorry to inform you, that, while cataloging your injuries, we discovered you have ovarian cancer."
What the fuck? Is actually what Yagyuu wanted to say, but his mouth didn't quite seem to be working properly, so he tried to generate a little spit before trying it again. "What?" Well at least that came out.
"Oh," laughed the doctor, "Silly me, wrong chart. Sorry, that's the lady next door. Let me see if I can find yours."
By now, Yagyuu had had it. "What the hell are you doing masquerading as a doctor, Yukimura?"
Yukimura looked up, surprised. "Masquerading?" He chuckled, "Oops! Guess you caught me! We can have a ball!"
"What are you doing?"
"I don't really know," With that Yukimura starts laughing, and dancing around the room, climbing on the seats and flapping his arms like a chicken.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sanada stumbled in, followed by two rather burly orderlies.
"Thank god he's in here!" Sanada stated, almost proudly.
Yagyuu leveled a very annoyed glare, well, as annoying as a man with his arms pinned by his side can look, at Sanada, before speaking. "Why the hell was he in here - diagnosing me?"
Sanada blinked once, before speaking very seriously. "Hobby."
Yagyuu blinked back the morse code for what the fuck, but didn't really expect a response, which was good, because he didn't get one. Yukimura was bundled into a robe that looked suspiciously like a straight jacket, while he still tried to dance, his feet still kicked in mid air, and got dragged out of the room.
The door shut closed behind them, only to open for a moment when Sanada popped his head back in to say: "Oh yeah, could you like, not mention that, thanks?"
"Sure..." Yagyuu buried his head in his hands, which for some reason, were now suddenly free and therefore completely smudged his glasses. He'd decided he really didn't like this hospital. It was far too white, as hospitals had a habit of being.
So he continued to wait, glad that at least his hands were free so he could twiddle his thumbs. Hospitals had to be the most boring places on the face of the earth, unless of course, you happen to be Yukimura. At least that was some entertainment.
And at least he learned one thing out of all of this. Don't stand near, or around a car Niou is under the impression he can drive. Yagyuu grinned despite himself, glad no one can witness it. He just couldn't wait to get out of the confining hospital and back home to torment his uh ... friend.
The door creaked open, and Yagyuu turned in its direction, wondering idly just what was going to come his way this time. However, it wasn't really anything shocking. Just a tall, rather important looking man, with a couple of assistants on either side of him, and a clipboard in his hand. ‘Ah,' Yagyuu thought to himself. ‘Now he'll tell me when I can go home.'
The doctor looked down at Yagyuu, and it was definitely down, because the man was damned tall. "Yagyuu Hiroshi?" He asked, tone of voice grave, reminding Yagyuu of a crypt in a graveyard he and Niou had once crept into.
He nodded that yes, he was Yagyuu Hiroshi.
"Usually we have your parents here when we do this."
Yagyuu wondered why, he was old enough after all.
"But as they're not here, I figured you'd want to know you're going to die anyway."
Wait... die?
"You have a brain tumour, inoperable sadly, but a brain tumour nonetheless."
Yagyuu blinked once, and then once again for good measure. "From getting hit by a car traveling eighteen miles an hour?" he asks, his voice flat.
The doctor was the one to blink this time as he glanced down at his chart to refer to his notes. "Yes, that's what the results show. You've got about four weeks to live." There wasn't even a trace of doubt in the man's tone. "Do you have any questions?"
Yes, is what Yagyuu wanted to say, but he shook his head instead, wondering if that was good or bad for brain tumours.
"Well then, we'll leave you be. A counselor should be in soon." And with that, the doctor and his henchmen left the room.
Brain tumour from a car accident? Yagyuu started to laugh loudly. He had a brain tumour? Cancer of the brain! Oh how he could see Niou laughing with him. It would be a rare sight indeed.
The funny thing was, he wasn't even upset by it, because he didn't feel like mourning for himself. His mother would probably do that for him.
Thinking of that, he felt it strange that none of his family had visited him, nor had Niou. Very strange. Holy fuck he was dying of a brain tumour. With, what was it, four weeks to live? What were the things he wanted to do with his life? Four weeks sure as hell wasn't long enough to do them all.
That was a little depressing really. But Yagyuu wasn't the depressive sort, he was a tad more logical. He liked to think things through, even though thinking through the last four weeks of one's life didn't fucking seem logical.
Suddenly, he felt less restricted, like he could move, body a little sore, and swung his legs over the side of the bed - watching the IV stand just incase it toppled.
Death, he was going to die, it still felt so unreal. What a fucking cockhead of a doctor, really! The man had all the bedside manner of a wet dishcloth. Hi, I'm here to tell you you're going to die.
Yagyuu would get mad if he could see a point to it. Being told he was going to die in a nice way wouldn't make it any less an inevitability.
His thoughts were interrupted by the door bursting open once more, and he saw the doctor's head poke around the corner again. "Oh, Yagyuu! Hi there. Sorry about the interruption, but..." He glanced at his notes. "Vertebral Compression, sorry. Not brain tumour! Heh! My mistake. Happens all the time. Have a long and happy life. You can check out later today."
The door closed and Yagyuu just stared at it. To be more precise, stared daggers at it. During his stay he'd really come to hate that fucking door and if he could just get his hands around that doctor's throat, but jail time would interfere with the apparent life he still had to live.
Still, checking out that day would be good. Thinking he'd go see when that might be, he opened the door...
... and woke up in the middle of the night with one arm wrapped tightly around Niou back in his own bed.
Yagyuu rolled over onto his back, muttering under his breath: "What the fuck was that crazy dream." Until he remembered the new car in their driveway, and Niou's promise to drive it the next day.
Making himself comfortable again, he glanced at Niou's only-peaceful-in-slumber face, and smiled before he goes back to sleep, murmuring: "No fucking way I'm letting that dream come true..."
And there was no way the dream would come true if he distracted Niou for long enough in the morning. Evil smirk on his face, Yagyuu drifted off to sleep.