Speechless. 5
Title: Speechless
Author: hotfruits
Prompt: 8. Contempt at 30emotions
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keito-centric. HSJ. Keito/Hikaru. Yabu/Takaki.
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: It was a day like any other day, and the thought that maybe I should be worried never struck me.
AN: Hospital!Keito
x-posted to jent_fanfics, hikatorabu, heysay_fanfic and hsj_fics
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When I am not in speech therapy, I am in bed, curled up and ignoring the world around me. Kota is angry with me, says I'm lucky to not be paralyzed, completely brain dead or just plain old dead, buried in the ground and leaving Hikaru and Yuto alone to fall. I know what he says is true but I can't bring myself to care, so I flip him off and he stalks away.
That's all I have as communication, hand gestures. When Kei's with me, I play the silent piano on my thigh and he promises that when I'm released, he'll sing to me all the songs he's written lately. I point to my eye for Yuya and I drag it down my cheek, symbolizing my tears for him and the pain he can't express to anyone but me. With Ryosuke I mimic eating with a fork and he giggles, rubbing his stomach as if he's already getting fat from the strawberry cake.
I make a bunny shape with my hand and I jump it across Ryutaro's skin, making him laugh. I point to Daiki and then I point to myself, and it doesn't take long for him to yell and whack me over the head for calling him short. With my two hands I make a heart for Yuri, and he cries and holds me close when I cry too.
With Yuto, I point to my heart and then to him, before slowly letting my hand fall til it hits the bed with a soft plop. Yuto smiles softly and nods, and promises he'll eat when he's home and that he'll try to sleep tonight. And with Hikaru, all I do is point to my heart and he gets it, leaning over to brush his lips against mine as his fingers run through my hair, and he looks into my eyes and says, "I'm glad you're back."
I am too, but this isn't enough. Hand gestures can not fully communicate what I need to say to these people, especially to Yuya who cries into his hands when it's only us. I try, I point to myself and I suck my cheeks in, so my face looks thinner but he doesn't get what I am trying to say.
I need to be able to speak, I need words. When my father comes and sits with me and we watch TV, I want to ask why isn't mother here? but I can't, and I try to gesture it but he gets confused and agitated, and his visits are shorter then.
"Don't worry," Yuto says to me that night, his chest pressed against my back as his hands draw lazy circles along my thigh, "I have faith Keito, that one day you're gonna talk again. You'll see."
Hikaru nods, arm around my waist as he kisses me, long and hard and leaving me silently gasping for breath when he pulls away, "Gross guys, seriously," Yuto gags and Hikaru just laughs, and I try to laugh too but when no sound comes out, I just end up crying instead.
Author: hotfruits
Prompt: 8. Contempt at 30emotions
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keito-centric. HSJ. Keito/Hikaru. Yabu/Takaki.
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: It was a day like any other day, and the thought that maybe I should be worried never struck me.
AN: Hospital!Keito
x-posted to jent_fanfics, hikatorabu, heysay_fanfic and hsj_fics
One
Two
Three
Four
When I am not in speech therapy, I am in bed, curled up and ignoring the world around me. Kota is angry with me, says I'm lucky to not be paralyzed, completely brain dead or just plain old dead, buried in the ground and leaving Hikaru and Yuto alone to fall. I know what he says is true but I can't bring myself to care, so I flip him off and he stalks away.
That's all I have as communication, hand gestures. When Kei's with me, I play the silent piano on my thigh and he promises that when I'm released, he'll sing to me all the songs he's written lately. I point to my eye for Yuya and I drag it down my cheek, symbolizing my tears for him and the pain he can't express to anyone but me. With Ryosuke I mimic eating with a fork and he giggles, rubbing his stomach as if he's already getting fat from the strawberry cake.
I make a bunny shape with my hand and I jump it across Ryutaro's skin, making him laugh. I point to Daiki and then I point to myself, and it doesn't take long for him to yell and whack me over the head for calling him short. With my two hands I make a heart for Yuri, and he cries and holds me close when I cry too.
With Yuto, I point to my heart and then to him, before slowly letting my hand fall til it hits the bed with a soft plop. Yuto smiles softly and nods, and promises he'll eat when he's home and that he'll try to sleep tonight. And with Hikaru, all I do is point to my heart and he gets it, leaning over to brush his lips against mine as his fingers run through my hair, and he looks into my eyes and says, "I'm glad you're back."
I am too, but this isn't enough. Hand gestures can not fully communicate what I need to say to these people, especially to Yuya who cries into his hands when it's only us. I try, I point to myself and I suck my cheeks in, so my face looks thinner but he doesn't get what I am trying to say.
I need to be able to speak, I need words. When my father comes and sits with me and we watch TV, I want to ask why isn't mother here? but I can't, and I try to gesture it but he gets confused and agitated, and his visits are shorter then.
"Don't worry," Yuto says to me that night, his chest pressed against my back as his hands draw lazy circles along my thigh, "I have faith Keito, that one day you're gonna talk again. You'll see."
Hikaru nods, arm around my waist as he kisses me, long and hard and leaving me silently gasping for breath when he pulls away, "Gross guys, seriously," Yuto gags and Hikaru just laughs, and I try to laugh too but when no sound comes out, I just end up crying instead.