One-shot - Ice Fingers
Title: Ice Fingers
Pairing: Koyama/Shigeaki
Rating: PG
Words: ~1,000
Prompt: #041 - Cold
Warnings: Character death
A/N: I finally write some KoyaShige, and it ends up totally strange... hm. This is one of sanjihan's (many) upcoming birthday presents, which will all be late because... I suck. Happy belated birthday, have some character death! :D
Summary: There had to be something wrong, maybe something wrong with him, for all these people to be looking him this way.
It had been a good night so far.
Koyama had left it up to Shige to choose the restaurant, and though he’d complained that it was always him who ended up making the plans, Koyama didn’t regret it. As usual, Shige had done a good job. He’d selected somewhere that was cosy enough for an anniversary dinner, but not so cosy that it was obvious they were on a date. Of course, it wouldn’t have been a huge risk to go anywhere a little more romantic. If it had even been made into an issue, fans would be more likely to roll their eyes - ‘Oh, KoyaShige,’ - and forget about it than make the issue into a big deal.
More importantly than the atmosphere, the food had been excellent and after fighting his way through a dessert, Koyama was sleepy and satiated, looking forward to spending a quiet rest of the night with Shige; no distractions, no need to worry about parents or nosy neighbours a couple of walls away - just the two of them.
They split the bill - usually more than either of them would’ve been willing to pay for a night out, but tonight was special - and headed out into the warm summer night. They walked around to the parking lot to Koyama's car, and the two of them shared a light brush of hands once they were in their seats with the doors shut behind them, lingering in a way that just-friends wouldn't.
"I'd kiss you right now if I could," Koyama said, linking his pinkie with Shige's, and Shige cleared his throat, embarrassed.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later, you know," he replied, but although his voice was a little gruff, Koyama could see in the dim light that his cheeks had darkened.
"I'd like to now, though." He laced their fingers together and squeezed Shige's hand, the heat of their palms seeping together before he let go and started the engine.
Koyama drove while Shige gave him directions to the hotel, but they mostly just enjoyed the ride in comfortable silence. The radio was on, too low to hear, providing a soft hum in the background.
"It's a bit stuffy in here," Koyama remarked.
"Yeah. You can put the windows down if you want," Shige said. "I'm definitely not stopping you."
Koyama laughed. "It was really hot today. Hope you don't mind sleeping together."
He hit the button, rolling their windows down and--
--it was freezing. He was freezing. Though he could see the sun was beating down on him and the blurry haze of a heat wave dotting the horizon, but he couldn't feel anything but a frosty cold crawling through his body.
He wasn't sure where he was going, Koyama realised as he passed through the flow of other people or the street, and then much more unnervingly, realised he wasn’t sure how he'd gotten there either.
How strange, he thought, looking around to try and determine where he was, but his surroundings weren't immediately recognisable.
It was only then he noticed that people were looking at him strangely as they passed by, glancing at him and immediately going deathly pale. One girl flattened herself against the wall of a nearby shop as he walked past her, and Koyama would've felt a chill go down his spine if he hadn't already felt so bitterly frozen.
There had to be something wrong, maybe something wrong with him, for all these people to be looking him this way. He tried to think back to the last thing he did, attempting to recall his most recent memory, to see if it would reveal anything.
He'd been with Shige, he remembered. The last thing he could recollect was that it’d been night time, and they'd been in his car on the way to a hotel, in the middle of celebrating their 2nd anniversary together.
Perhaps, then, Shige would know what had happened.
Koyama rifled through his pockets, but discovered that neither his phone nor his wallet was in there. All he came up with was a handful of coins and lint.
No matter. He could just find a payphone. They were few and far in between these days, dying out in the age of cellphones, but there was still the odd one around.
People continued to avoid him as he walked down the street, giving him a wide berth as they passed, one group of high school girls even gasping in shock and running in the opposite direction. Koyama's stomach churned with unease, but he forced himself to relax. Whatever was going on, there would be a perfectly valid explanation.
Despite his optimism, though, by the time he found a payphone, he was almost numb all over from the cold, and his fingers felt stiff as he slotted the coins into the machine.
He was able to dial from memory, but when the phone was picked up, it wasn’t Shige, but a female voice who answered him.
"Hello?"
"Oh, hello." Koyama wondered for a moment if he'd called the wrong number. "Is Shigeaki there? I need to talk to him."
The person - it sounded like Shige's mother, but he wasn’t too sure - on the other end didn't respond for a long time, then uttered a soft sigh.
"He's… here, but I don't think he'll want to talk, I’m sorry. He hasn't been talking much since the accident." She paused for a moment, drawing a deep breath. "And today... I think today especially, he won't want to come to the phone."
Koyama's eyebrows knitted with worry. He hadn't heard about any accident. It seemed barely more than an hour since he’d last seen Shige, and he realised with a sneaking feeling of alarm that he didn’t remember their night in the hotel, didn’t remember arriving there, didn’t remember it passing from night to day.
"Today? What's wrong with him today?" He forced himself to ask, hoping that if he could just get Shige on the phone, some of his questions might be answered.
The woman on the phone sighed again, a soft sad sigh. "Today he’s going to Koyama Keiichiro's funeral."
Koyama didn't notice as the phone dropped from his hand, nor did he notice when his call minutes ran out.
And god, he felt so, so cold.
Pairing: Koyama/Shigeaki
Rating: PG
Words: ~1,000
Prompt: #041 - Cold
Warnings: Character death
A/N: I finally write some KoyaShige, and it ends up totally strange... hm. This is one of sanjihan's (many) upcoming birthday presents, which will all be late because... I suck. Happy belated birthday, have some character death! :D
Summary: There had to be something wrong, maybe something wrong with him, for all these people to be looking him this way.
It had been a good night so far.
Koyama had left it up to Shige to choose the restaurant, and though he’d complained that it was always him who ended up making the plans, Koyama didn’t regret it. As usual, Shige had done a good job. He’d selected somewhere that was cosy enough for an anniversary dinner, but not so cosy that it was obvious they were on a date. Of course, it wouldn’t have been a huge risk to go anywhere a little more romantic. If it had even been made into an issue, fans would be more likely to roll their eyes - ‘Oh, KoyaShige,’ - and forget about it than make the issue into a big deal.
More importantly than the atmosphere, the food had been excellent and after fighting his way through a dessert, Koyama was sleepy and satiated, looking forward to spending a quiet rest of the night with Shige; no distractions, no need to worry about parents or nosy neighbours a couple of walls away - just the two of them.
They split the bill - usually more than either of them would’ve been willing to pay for a night out, but tonight was special - and headed out into the warm summer night. They walked around to the parking lot to Koyama's car, and the two of them shared a light brush of hands once they were in their seats with the doors shut behind them, lingering in a way that just-friends wouldn't.
"I'd kiss you right now if I could," Koyama said, linking his pinkie with Shige's, and Shige cleared his throat, embarrassed.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later, you know," he replied, but although his voice was a little gruff, Koyama could see in the dim light that his cheeks had darkened.
"I'd like to now, though." He laced their fingers together and squeezed Shige's hand, the heat of their palms seeping together before he let go and started the engine.
Koyama drove while Shige gave him directions to the hotel, but they mostly just enjoyed the ride in comfortable silence. The radio was on, too low to hear, providing a soft hum in the background.
"It's a bit stuffy in here," Koyama remarked.
"Yeah. You can put the windows down if you want," Shige said. "I'm definitely not stopping you."
Koyama laughed. "It was really hot today. Hope you don't mind sleeping together."
He hit the button, rolling their windows down and--
--it was freezing. He was freezing. Though he could see the sun was beating down on him and the blurry haze of a heat wave dotting the horizon, but he couldn't feel anything but a frosty cold crawling through his body.
He wasn't sure where he was going, Koyama realised as he passed through the flow of other people or the street, and then much more unnervingly, realised he wasn’t sure how he'd gotten there either.
How strange, he thought, looking around to try and determine where he was, but his surroundings weren't immediately recognisable.
It was only then he noticed that people were looking at him strangely as they passed by, glancing at him and immediately going deathly pale. One girl flattened herself against the wall of a nearby shop as he walked past her, and Koyama would've felt a chill go down his spine if he hadn't already felt so bitterly frozen.
There had to be something wrong, maybe something wrong with him, for all these people to be looking him this way. He tried to think back to the last thing he did, attempting to recall his most recent memory, to see if it would reveal anything.
He'd been with Shige, he remembered. The last thing he could recollect was that it’d been night time, and they'd been in his car on the way to a hotel, in the middle of celebrating their 2nd anniversary together.
Perhaps, then, Shige would know what had happened.
Koyama rifled through his pockets, but discovered that neither his phone nor his wallet was in there. All he came up with was a handful of coins and lint.
No matter. He could just find a payphone. They were few and far in between these days, dying out in the age of cellphones, but there was still the odd one around.
People continued to avoid him as he walked down the street, giving him a wide berth as they passed, one group of high school girls even gasping in shock and running in the opposite direction. Koyama's stomach churned with unease, but he forced himself to relax. Whatever was going on, there would be a perfectly valid explanation.
Despite his optimism, though, by the time he found a payphone, he was almost numb all over from the cold, and his fingers felt stiff as he slotted the coins into the machine.
He was able to dial from memory, but when the phone was picked up, it wasn’t Shige, but a female voice who answered him.
"Hello?"
"Oh, hello." Koyama wondered for a moment if he'd called the wrong number. "Is Shigeaki there? I need to talk to him."
The person - it sounded like Shige's mother, but he wasn’t too sure - on the other end didn't respond for a long time, then uttered a soft sigh.
"He's… here, but I don't think he'll want to talk, I’m sorry. He hasn't been talking much since the accident." She paused for a moment, drawing a deep breath. "And today... I think today especially, he won't want to come to the phone."
Koyama's eyebrows knitted with worry. He hadn't heard about any accident. It seemed barely more than an hour since he’d last seen Shige, and he realised with a sneaking feeling of alarm that he didn’t remember their night in the hotel, didn’t remember arriving there, didn’t remember it passing from night to day.
"Today? What's wrong with him today?" He forced himself to ask, hoping that if he could just get Shige on the phone, some of his questions might be answered.
The woman on the phone sighed again, a soft sad sigh. "Today he’s going to Koyama Keiichiro's funeral."
Koyama didn't notice as the phone dropped from his hand, nor did he notice when his call minutes ran out.
And god, he felt so, so cold.