[one-shots] Various
Sort of a ficdump. I get too inspired while at work. Must be the fact that it's ~forbidden~ xD
Beta read by girlearthless ♥
Title: Fanservice
Pairing: MaruBaru
Prompt: Hold
Rating: G
Word count: 664
The peck was a light one, nothing more than a brush of lips against a soft cheek. Subaru’s skin had always amazed Maru, but the other man had yet to divulge the secret of how he managed to keep it so smooth. Now he sat blushing on the couch beside Maru, a big but embarrassed grin on his face and adorable crinkles all around his shining eyes. It was worth a slap from Hina just for the sight.
The female guest gave a squeak of surprise and appreciation. Yoko sitting on the other side of Maru sniggered humorously and chattered excitedly about ‘chuu’. It was all so very predictable and Maru enjoyed the few seconds of spotlight the fanservice had given him.
Fanservice; what every decent Johnny’s learned to perfection before they were taught their first dance steps. Girls loved the thought of the boys so close together, and the boys enjoyed the squeals it earned them. In short; it was a win/win situation.
It was also the perfect opportunity to do the things you otherwise did not dare to do; with the camera on you everything was excusable. Inching a hand over to Subaru’s side, Maru hooked his index finger around his pinky. Subaru neither looked down or at him, but entwined his thin and cold fingers with Maru’s until they were holding hands completely.
Maru’s heart skipped a beat and he could feel his face flush hotly. Unable to hold it any longer he carefully looked over at him from the corner of his eyes. Subaru was staring intently at the guest in front of them and only blinking occasionally. A flash of bright colours made Maru move his attention to the person next to him; Yasu was looking down on their entwined hands with a frown on his face and pursed lips. He seemed indecisive at whether to point it out to the others or not, but eventually he turned towards the camera and folded his hands in his lap. A breath of relief escaped Maru; every second the others didn’t notice was another second he could pretend it was okay. In front of the camera Subaru would play along, it was fanservice, after all.
Right?
The tiny hand was so cold, and wanting to warm it Maru curled the fingers into a fist and hid them inside his own and much larger palm. It felt good, holding it like that, he felt manly protecting something so fragile. Growing bolder Maru moved his other hand to cup it completely, finally earning him some attention by Subaru who mimicked the gesture, placing his left hand on top of Maru’s again.
Unfortunately, Subaru’s attention wasn’t the only thing he had gained. Leaning over in his seat Yoko was suddenly hanging on Maru’s shoulder with a mocking smile on his face.
‘Are we holding hands?’ he asked loudly, interrupting whatever it was Hina had been talking about. Maru tightened his grip on the hand in fear that he would break their hold, but Subaru didn’t withdraw an inch.
‘We are!’ he declared instead and grabbed a hold of Yasu’s, who finally lit up in one of his trademark smiles at the attention. Leaning over even further Yoko placed his hand on top of the folded ones of Maru and Subaru and continued to indicate for Yasu and Ryo to do the same. Giggling, Yasu complied instantly, but Ryo only smiled embarrassedly and shook his head.
‘Come on! It would make her day,’ insisted Yoko and nodded his head at the happily blushing girl in the front row.
‘It would, it would!’ she chimed in excitedly, earning herself a light whack from Hina who was laughing along. Unable to resist the popularity Ryo leaned over Yasu and joined the pile.
They were all holding on tightly, but Subaru’s hand was still exclusively trapped inside Maru’s.
Fanservice certainly made both the girls and Maru quite happy indeed.
Title: Waiting
Pairing: MaruBaru
Prompt: Play
Rating: G
Word count: 587
Photoshoots were fun when something actually happened, but most of the time what it really entailed was a lot of waiting. Maru had been one of the first to arrive at the set together with Yoko, who had been rather free as of late, and was currently waiting for the others to arrive.
Yoko sat engrossed in his game on the Nintendo DSi and had only been interested in talking to Maru until he found out that he had not brought his game.
‘Well, you’re boring then,’ Yoko had commented before leaning back in his chair and promptly disappearing into a different world entirely.
For a while Maru had wondered if he should play a prank on him, but concluded that it was no fun if no one watched. It would only end with Yoko telling the story on some variety show, exaggerating his own role and portraying Maru as the victim in the end.
Red panties indeed. Maru smiled fondly at the memory.
The door into the waiting room stood open and even if the staff were bustling in and out, Maru’s ear instantly piqued when he recognized a familiar set of footsteps. He could tell apart anyone in Kanjani8’s, even in a large crowd, without mistake.
Because of this he was not particularly surprised when Subaru entered the room wearing a pair of baggy pants and obscenely patterned old sneakers. Both secondhand bought, probably. The t-shirt was a faded Mickey Mouse one, a piece of clothing just as familiar as Subaru himself. He looked vaguely tired, or maybe he was just stressed. It was difficult to tell with his big, dark eyes glowing under the beige hat pulled down over his brow.
‘Hey,’ he nodded distractedly and threw himself down on the couch beside Maru. Placing the big bag that was nearly the same size as himself on his lap, Subaru began rummaging around in it, pulling out this pouch and that.
‘What are you playing?’ he asked and looked up to stare at Yoko who had jutted out his jaw in concentration.
‘Hm?’ asked Yoko without diverting his attention from the game.
‘What are you playing?’ repeated Subaru, popping some anonymous looking pills into the palm of his hand.
‘The new Zelda,’ answered Yoko and finally paused his game. ‘You tried it yet?’
Subaru shook his head while chunking down some water. Unsurprisingly Yoko shrugged one shoulder and wrote Subaru down on the ‘unworthy of his attention’ list.
‘Ah, I am so without energy today,’ said Subaru softly and looked over at Maru for the first time since he arrived. Not really knowing what to answer Maru searched his brain trying to conjure a way to cheer him up. But before he could even take a breath and open his mouth, Subaru had curled up into a ball and placed his head in Maru’s lap. Heaving a great sigh he closed his eyes and seemed to be instantly drifting off to sleep.
When Maru had gotten over the initial surprise he couldn’t help but place a hand on the thin shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. Opening one eye Subaru peered up at him and smiled, patting the thigh he used as a pillow.
Leaning back comfortably Maru stared out of the window, listening to the blipping of Yoko’s DSi and carefully played with the black strands of Subaru’s hair.
He smiled in contentment. It wasn’t all that bad; waiting.
Title: Melody
Pairing: Yasuba
Prompt: Curve
Rating: G
Word count: 615
The only light came from the dulled sun outside, shining through the window with a dusty kind of greyness. Pale shadows fell across his face when he bowed his head, obscuring it from sight. Concentration was written on the bent shape as he sat leaning over his guitar, plucking at the strings with practised fingers. The blue and pink nailpolish had begun to flake off. Something it was wont to do when he would insist on scraping at it with his teeth whenever he was thinking.
The melancholy tunes from the familiar instrument rested heavy on Subaru, a hollow echo to his already morose disposition. He wondered why Yasu hadn’t been playing anything cheerful on his guitar as of late, only the same melody over and over again. It was something in the way his fingers moved, the way his eyes glazed over when he played it, that made Subaru wonder whether he was hypnotized by it, because he certainly was. He couldn’t stay away.
Around them there were people coming and going, but Subaru neither heard nor saw them. Everything was Yasuda sitting there bent over his guitar with the elegant curve of his neck as he slowly bobbed his head to the rhythm of his song, black hair falling forward, catching the light.
Subaru wanted to touch by him, to be a part of it, but was terrified he would break the spell. It was like trying to grasp at a wonderful dream; the sensation of peace just escaping at the fingertips like smoke. So he tried to satisfy his hunger with listening and watching, drinking up every emotion crossing Yasu’s face as he disappeared into the world that he shared with no one. He looked so alone and distanced.
‘Do you believe everyone has their own song?’ Yasu had asked once, his voice smoothing over the harmonics of the guitar, dulling them for just a moment. Subaru had shrugged and not really understood.
‘Did you make it for me?’ is what Subaru wanted to ask, but for many reasons he didn’t. The answer could be a no. Yasu never looked up while playing, never acknowledged his presence, not with a smile, not with a nod, not with anything. Just sat there quietly bent over the guitar and played, playing every second he could.
‘See me. Look at me while you play,’ begged Subaru quietly, though not a word passed his lips. ‘I am right here.’
A delicate smack sounded when a hand connected with Yasu’s head, making him miss one of the strings and turned the entire melody upside down. Looking up in surprise at the interruption Subaru first now noticed Hina standing over them with a frown.
‘Can’t you be quiet with that damn guitar for just a moment?’ he complained, unfazed by Yasu’s scowl. ‘I am getting tired of listening to you all the time.’
Yasu was about to answer when their manager poked his head into the room, interrupting to inform them that they were going on stage and that they needed to get ready.
The bright light came from the flaring spotlight in the ceiling, bathing the stage in ghastly shades of red and green. Yasu sat with his guitar beside Subaru, the large screen behind them zooming in and revealing every feature on his face. The curve of his throat was beautiful as he raised his head and looked up at Subaru, smiling that bittersweet smile of his. Eventually, with nails glittering in the light like diamonds, he began to play.
Subaru knew it had to be a different song; but all he could hear was his melody.
Title: Marked
Pairing: YokoHina
Rating: PG
Word count: 795
A/N: Can be read as a companion piece to ’Too Much’.
Specks of light were flickering across Yoko’s face. He was lying completely still just watching the red spots dance on the insides of his eyelids. Everything was muddled in his brain and he couldn’t really remember where he was, or why he was there, even if the latter wasn’t as important as the former. The second thing to register in his mind except the notion of being lost was the pain. It was excruciating and after careful examination, mostly centered in his legs and abdomen. There was some sickness too, and a headache not to forget, but these seemed like mere trivialities compared to the dominant pain.
Cracking open his eyes he moaned at the bright daylight shining in from the window and hitting him squarely in the face. Trying to lift an arm to shield himself he found that he was incapable of movement. A dulled panic began to make itself known, but the haziness of his mind prevented him from thinking anything more sophisticated than “huh?”
Opening his eyes all the way despite the light he looked down on his failing body hesitantly and made a start. Or, he would have made one if he had been able to. Staring, it became quite obvious why he was in so much pain. Sprawled on top of him was Hina sleeping with his mouth open, a thin trail of drool beginning to pool on Yoko’s chest. Pawing weakly at the other man in disgust Yoko found that the sickness he had felt was just about to make itself known in a more direct and physical form.
‘What the hell?’ muttered Yoko in desperation as he was trying to lift off the deadweight. ‘Get away, Hina, I’m serious. You idiot!’ Slapping him as hard he could across the face, which, considering the circumstances, wasn’t very hard at all, Hina finally began to stir.
‘Uhn’time’sit?’ he mumbled incoherently and finally rolled over, stretching out to take up most of the bed. With Hina gone Yoko felt the blood rush back to his limbs, a process which was if possible even more painful.
Stumbling out of bed his legs gave way, sending him sprawling across the floor. A dizziness and headache unlike any he could remember to have felt before threatened to make him spew his guts out before he reached the bathroom. But with a last ounce of strength, fuelled by his desperation, he quickly got back on his legs and down on his knees in front of the toilet just as the last restraint left him.
There was only clear liquid, and to Yoko’s surprise, not much of it. Spraying his face in cold water he took a deep breath and was already feeling marginally better. His mirrored reflection didn’t look all that good however, with matted hair and bloodshot eyes. His complexion was a pasty grey instead of the usual clear paleness, but neither of these things caught his attention. His eyes were glued on the irritated red and blue mark on his throat, and now that he had seen and was aware of it, he could also feel the pulsing pain. There was no doubt someone had bitten him, the teeth marks were clear and positioned quite distinctly, as if the owner had a few too many of them, or, as Yoko concluded, two rows of them.
‘What the hell?’ he whispered again and prodded the mark gingerly. ‘What the bloody hell…’
Leaning against the doorframe Yoko stood staring at Hina sleeping on his back, his arms and legs stretched out all across the bed, and snoring. He was more or less naked, noticed Yoko, but taking another look down on himself he realized he was in the same state of undress. There was nothing in Yoko’s recollection which could explain to him why this was. Shrugging it off, because that was easier than thinking about it, he picked up the discarded clothing that was his, got dressed and headed into the empty hallway. Fumbling in his pockets he felt fatigue descend on him when he realized that the card-key was not there. At least that went to explain why he had been sleeping in Hina’s room.
Going back, he began poking through the rumpled sheets in search for his key and, ultimately, his salvation.
‘How can such a skinny man take up so much space?’ asked Yoko, irritated and prodded Hina in the ribs, but there was no reaction. Too tired to bother with anything anymore, Yoko sighed and curled into a ball at the edge of the bed. He didn’t expect to get much rest now that he first had awakened, but Hina’s steady and familiar snore soon lulled him into sleep.
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Title: Fanservice
Pairing: MaruBaru
Prompt: Hold
Rating: G
Word count: 664
The peck was a light one, nothing more than a brush of lips against a soft cheek. Subaru’s skin had always amazed Maru, but the other man had yet to divulge the secret of how he managed to keep it so smooth. Now he sat blushing on the couch beside Maru, a big but embarrassed grin on his face and adorable crinkles all around his shining eyes. It was worth a slap from Hina just for the sight.
The female guest gave a squeak of surprise and appreciation. Yoko sitting on the other side of Maru sniggered humorously and chattered excitedly about ‘chuu’. It was all so very predictable and Maru enjoyed the few seconds of spotlight the fanservice had given him.
Fanservice; what every decent Johnny’s learned to perfection before they were taught their first dance steps. Girls loved the thought of the boys so close together, and the boys enjoyed the squeals it earned them. In short; it was a win/win situation.
It was also the perfect opportunity to do the things you otherwise did not dare to do; with the camera on you everything was excusable. Inching a hand over to Subaru’s side, Maru hooked his index finger around his pinky. Subaru neither looked down or at him, but entwined his thin and cold fingers with Maru’s until they were holding hands completely.
Maru’s heart skipped a beat and he could feel his face flush hotly. Unable to hold it any longer he carefully looked over at him from the corner of his eyes. Subaru was staring intently at the guest in front of them and only blinking occasionally. A flash of bright colours made Maru move his attention to the person next to him; Yasu was looking down on their entwined hands with a frown on his face and pursed lips. He seemed indecisive at whether to point it out to the others or not, but eventually he turned towards the camera and folded his hands in his lap. A breath of relief escaped Maru; every second the others didn’t notice was another second he could pretend it was okay. In front of the camera Subaru would play along, it was fanservice, after all.
Right?
The tiny hand was so cold, and wanting to warm it Maru curled the fingers into a fist and hid them inside his own and much larger palm. It felt good, holding it like that, he felt manly protecting something so fragile. Growing bolder Maru moved his other hand to cup it completely, finally earning him some attention by Subaru who mimicked the gesture, placing his left hand on top of Maru’s again.
Unfortunately, Subaru’s attention wasn’t the only thing he had gained. Leaning over in his seat Yoko was suddenly hanging on Maru’s shoulder with a mocking smile on his face.
‘Are we holding hands?’ he asked loudly, interrupting whatever it was Hina had been talking about. Maru tightened his grip on the hand in fear that he would break their hold, but Subaru didn’t withdraw an inch.
‘We are!’ he declared instead and grabbed a hold of Yasu’s, who finally lit up in one of his trademark smiles at the attention. Leaning over even further Yoko placed his hand on top of the folded ones of Maru and Subaru and continued to indicate for Yasu and Ryo to do the same. Giggling, Yasu complied instantly, but Ryo only smiled embarrassedly and shook his head.
‘Come on! It would make her day,’ insisted Yoko and nodded his head at the happily blushing girl in the front row.
‘It would, it would!’ she chimed in excitedly, earning herself a light whack from Hina who was laughing along. Unable to resist the popularity Ryo leaned over Yasu and joined the pile.
They were all holding on tightly, but Subaru’s hand was still exclusively trapped inside Maru’s.
Fanservice certainly made both the girls and Maru quite happy indeed.
Title: Waiting
Pairing: MaruBaru
Prompt: Play
Rating: G
Word count: 587
Photoshoots were fun when something actually happened, but most of the time what it really entailed was a lot of waiting. Maru had been one of the first to arrive at the set together with Yoko, who had been rather free as of late, and was currently waiting for the others to arrive.
Yoko sat engrossed in his game on the Nintendo DSi and had only been interested in talking to Maru until he found out that he had not brought his game.
‘Well, you’re boring then,’ Yoko had commented before leaning back in his chair and promptly disappearing into a different world entirely.
For a while Maru had wondered if he should play a prank on him, but concluded that it was no fun if no one watched. It would only end with Yoko telling the story on some variety show, exaggerating his own role and portraying Maru as the victim in the end.
Red panties indeed. Maru smiled fondly at the memory.
The door into the waiting room stood open and even if the staff were bustling in and out, Maru’s ear instantly piqued when he recognized a familiar set of footsteps. He could tell apart anyone in Kanjani8’s, even in a large crowd, without mistake.
Because of this he was not particularly surprised when Subaru entered the room wearing a pair of baggy pants and obscenely patterned old sneakers. Both secondhand bought, probably. The t-shirt was a faded Mickey Mouse one, a piece of clothing just as familiar as Subaru himself. He looked vaguely tired, or maybe he was just stressed. It was difficult to tell with his big, dark eyes glowing under the beige hat pulled down over his brow.
‘Hey,’ he nodded distractedly and threw himself down on the couch beside Maru. Placing the big bag that was nearly the same size as himself on his lap, Subaru began rummaging around in it, pulling out this pouch and that.
‘What are you playing?’ he asked and looked up to stare at Yoko who had jutted out his jaw in concentration.
‘Hm?’ asked Yoko without diverting his attention from the game.
‘What are you playing?’ repeated Subaru, popping some anonymous looking pills into the palm of his hand.
‘The new Zelda,’ answered Yoko and finally paused his game. ‘You tried it yet?’
Subaru shook his head while chunking down some water. Unsurprisingly Yoko shrugged one shoulder and wrote Subaru down on the ‘unworthy of his attention’ list.
‘Ah, I am so without energy today,’ said Subaru softly and looked over at Maru for the first time since he arrived. Not really knowing what to answer Maru searched his brain trying to conjure a way to cheer him up. But before he could even take a breath and open his mouth, Subaru had curled up into a ball and placed his head in Maru’s lap. Heaving a great sigh he closed his eyes and seemed to be instantly drifting off to sleep.
When Maru had gotten over the initial surprise he couldn’t help but place a hand on the thin shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. Opening one eye Subaru peered up at him and smiled, patting the thigh he used as a pillow.
Leaning back comfortably Maru stared out of the window, listening to the blipping of Yoko’s DSi and carefully played with the black strands of Subaru’s hair.
He smiled in contentment. It wasn’t all that bad; waiting.
Title: Melody
Pairing: Yasuba
Prompt: Curve
Rating: G
Word count: 615
The only light came from the dulled sun outside, shining through the window with a dusty kind of greyness. Pale shadows fell across his face when he bowed his head, obscuring it from sight. Concentration was written on the bent shape as he sat leaning over his guitar, plucking at the strings with practised fingers. The blue and pink nailpolish had begun to flake off. Something it was wont to do when he would insist on scraping at it with his teeth whenever he was thinking.
The melancholy tunes from the familiar instrument rested heavy on Subaru, a hollow echo to his already morose disposition. He wondered why Yasu hadn’t been playing anything cheerful on his guitar as of late, only the same melody over and over again. It was something in the way his fingers moved, the way his eyes glazed over when he played it, that made Subaru wonder whether he was hypnotized by it, because he certainly was. He couldn’t stay away.
Around them there were people coming and going, but Subaru neither heard nor saw them. Everything was Yasuda sitting there bent over his guitar with the elegant curve of his neck as he slowly bobbed his head to the rhythm of his song, black hair falling forward, catching the light.
Subaru wanted to touch by him, to be a part of it, but was terrified he would break the spell. It was like trying to grasp at a wonderful dream; the sensation of peace just escaping at the fingertips like smoke. So he tried to satisfy his hunger with listening and watching, drinking up every emotion crossing Yasu’s face as he disappeared into the world that he shared with no one. He looked so alone and distanced.
‘Do you believe everyone has their own song?’ Yasu had asked once, his voice smoothing over the harmonics of the guitar, dulling them for just a moment. Subaru had shrugged and not really understood.
‘Did you make it for me?’ is what Subaru wanted to ask, but for many reasons he didn’t. The answer could be a no. Yasu never looked up while playing, never acknowledged his presence, not with a smile, not with a nod, not with anything. Just sat there quietly bent over the guitar and played, playing every second he could.
‘See me. Look at me while you play,’ begged Subaru quietly, though not a word passed his lips. ‘I am right here.’
A delicate smack sounded when a hand connected with Yasu’s head, making him miss one of the strings and turned the entire melody upside down. Looking up in surprise at the interruption Subaru first now noticed Hina standing over them with a frown.
‘Can’t you be quiet with that damn guitar for just a moment?’ he complained, unfazed by Yasu’s scowl. ‘I am getting tired of listening to you all the time.’
Yasu was about to answer when their manager poked his head into the room, interrupting to inform them that they were going on stage and that they needed to get ready.
The bright light came from the flaring spotlight in the ceiling, bathing the stage in ghastly shades of red and green. Yasu sat with his guitar beside Subaru, the large screen behind them zooming in and revealing every feature on his face. The curve of his throat was beautiful as he raised his head and looked up at Subaru, smiling that bittersweet smile of his. Eventually, with nails glittering in the light like diamonds, he began to play.
Subaru knew it had to be a different song; but all he could hear was his melody.
Title: Marked
Pairing: YokoHina
Rating: PG
Word count: 795
A/N: Can be read as a companion piece to ’Too Much’.
Specks of light were flickering across Yoko’s face. He was lying completely still just watching the red spots dance on the insides of his eyelids. Everything was muddled in his brain and he couldn’t really remember where he was, or why he was there, even if the latter wasn’t as important as the former. The second thing to register in his mind except the notion of being lost was the pain. It was excruciating and after careful examination, mostly centered in his legs and abdomen. There was some sickness too, and a headache not to forget, but these seemed like mere trivialities compared to the dominant pain.
Cracking open his eyes he moaned at the bright daylight shining in from the window and hitting him squarely in the face. Trying to lift an arm to shield himself he found that he was incapable of movement. A dulled panic began to make itself known, but the haziness of his mind prevented him from thinking anything more sophisticated than “huh?”
Opening his eyes all the way despite the light he looked down on his failing body hesitantly and made a start. Or, he would have made one if he had been able to. Staring, it became quite obvious why he was in so much pain. Sprawled on top of him was Hina sleeping with his mouth open, a thin trail of drool beginning to pool on Yoko’s chest. Pawing weakly at the other man in disgust Yoko found that the sickness he had felt was just about to make itself known in a more direct and physical form.
‘What the hell?’ muttered Yoko in desperation as he was trying to lift off the deadweight. ‘Get away, Hina, I’m serious. You idiot!’ Slapping him as hard he could across the face, which, considering the circumstances, wasn’t very hard at all, Hina finally began to stir.
‘Uhn’time’sit?’ he mumbled incoherently and finally rolled over, stretching out to take up most of the bed. With Hina gone Yoko felt the blood rush back to his limbs, a process which was if possible even more painful.
Stumbling out of bed his legs gave way, sending him sprawling across the floor. A dizziness and headache unlike any he could remember to have felt before threatened to make him spew his guts out before he reached the bathroom. But with a last ounce of strength, fuelled by his desperation, he quickly got back on his legs and down on his knees in front of the toilet just as the last restraint left him.
There was only clear liquid, and to Yoko’s surprise, not much of it. Spraying his face in cold water he took a deep breath and was already feeling marginally better. His mirrored reflection didn’t look all that good however, with matted hair and bloodshot eyes. His complexion was a pasty grey instead of the usual clear paleness, but neither of these things caught his attention. His eyes were glued on the irritated red and blue mark on his throat, and now that he had seen and was aware of it, he could also feel the pulsing pain. There was no doubt someone had bitten him, the teeth marks were clear and positioned quite distinctly, as if the owner had a few too many of them, or, as Yoko concluded, two rows of them.
‘What the hell?’ he whispered again and prodded the mark gingerly. ‘What the bloody hell…’
Leaning against the doorframe Yoko stood staring at Hina sleeping on his back, his arms and legs stretched out all across the bed, and snoring. He was more or less naked, noticed Yoko, but taking another look down on himself he realized he was in the same state of undress. There was nothing in Yoko’s recollection which could explain to him why this was. Shrugging it off, because that was easier than thinking about it, he picked up the discarded clothing that was his, got dressed and headed into the empty hallway. Fumbling in his pockets he felt fatigue descend on him when he realized that the card-key was not there. At least that went to explain why he had been sleeping in Hina’s room.
Going back, he began poking through the rumpled sheets in search for his key and, ultimately, his salvation.
‘How can such a skinny man take up so much space?’ asked Yoko, irritated and prodded Hina in the ribs, but there was no reaction. Too tired to bother with anything anymore, Yoko sighed and curled into a ball at the edge of the bed. He didn’t expect to get much rest now that he first had awakened, but Hina’s steady and familiar snore soon lulled him into sleep.