inoo drabbles
various drabbles written for 25fluffyfics even though two of these are angst, whats
Waiting patiently for his turn with the photographer, Inoo cooed at the kitten in his lap, tickling its small belly with his fingers and blowing it kisses when it mewed cutely.
Across the room, Hikaru watched the scene with a nervous frown, his hand idly petting the large dog next to him. It panted happily, occasionally licking his fingers and nosing his leg with its wet snout.
“Inoo-chan?” Hikaru called out, waiting until Inoo looked up to continue, “Hey, I uh, I think Yabu was looking for you earlier. Yeah,” he coughed awkwardly, biting his lip.
Inoo raised a brow, trying not to laugh at Hikaru’s nervous jitters. “Oh, was he?”
Hikaru nodded quickly, “Yes, so you should go and find him!”
Inoo snickered, getting up, the kitten still cradled in his arms, “Alright, I’ll be back in a moment,” he began to walk towards the door, but then stopped, turning back towards Hikaru, “Oh, Hikaru, by the way,” he smiled deviously, “I was talking to the lady who owns the kittens, and she’s been looking to get rid of them, so I’ve decided to take two of them. You can help me name them when you come over later~” he winked, and then quickly left the room, ignoring Hikaru’s surprised cry as he cackled.
He was running, feet pounding on the ground as he hurried forward, screaming at the top of his lungs for the boy to run, to get away, that he was in dang-
A flash of steel, a loud, sharp cry of pain and blood flowing over his hands, tears running down his cheeks. He stopped, his heart stopping in his chest as he watched the boy fall to the ground, whimpering his name-
Opening his eyes with a gasp, Inoo looked around and saw that he was alone in his room. Frantically, he climbed out of bed, hair a mess and clothes wrinkled. He was ready to run out the door when it suddenly opened, the boy from his nightmare looking at him in confusion.
Letting out a choked cry, Inoo rushed forward and embraced Ryutaro, holding him as close as humanly possible. “Nightmare, you were hurt, I,” Inoo shuddered and closed his eyes, running a hand through Ryutaro’s hair and assuring himself that the boy was fine, he was in his arms and not on the ground, bleeding profusely from the wound he hadn’t been able to protect him from.
“I’m fine, just went to the bathroom,” Ryutaro whispered and led Inoo back to bed, crawling back under the covers with Inoo still attached to him. “It was only a dream, please try and sleep,” Ryutaro said, his eyes concerned as he used his sleeve to wipe away Inoo’s tears.
Nodding, Inoo followed Ryutaro’s orders and closed his eyes, trying to push away the images from his mind.
When he felt a soft kiss being pressed against his forehead, Inoo visibly relaxed, letting out a long breath as he finally began to calm down. Moments later he fell asleep, and satisfied that Inoo was resting again, Ryutaro closed his eyes and slept as well.
Inoo walks to work and returns home floating, his feet just barely touching the ground and his body translucent. He watches in anguish as Yabu cries, curled up on the couch and screaming as though he were in agonizing pain. He can barely make out the words that pass Yabu’s lips, but he catches, Why - No - Please - and, with a stab to where his beating heart used to be - Please take me too.
Yabu falls into a fitful sleep hours later, and Inoo hovers close by, hoping his love can somehow feel his presence and be comforted by it. When Yabu wakes up around four though, clutching the pillow as fresh tears pour from his eyes, he finds that he is sadly mistaken.
Days pass, Yabu has quit his job and refuses to answer anyone’s phone calls. People have come by to try and talk to him, but Yabu won’t let them in and Inoo cannot physically answer the door.
He watches miserably as Yabu begins to fade away, dark circles under his eyes and his skin slowly stretching out across his bones. Inoo wishes he could do something, anything, other then just floating around and watching his love die from grief; it is worse than Hell, he can imagine, and a part of him selfishly wishes he could just leave.
But he can’t though, and he sighs as Yabu stares blankly at the TV ahead, his eyes bare of thought or emotion.
Eventually someone breaks in, and Inoo jumps with a start, while Yabu remains laying down with his head cradled in his arms. Their friend Hikaru steps into the room, takes one look at Yabu, and swears loudly before running over to him.
“Ko, oh god,” Hikaru runs his hands along Yabu’s cheeks, feeling the protruding bones, “What have you done to yourself?”
“Don’t wanna live,” Yabu replies weakly, his eyes blinking heavily as he breathes hard through his mouth, “No point, without Kei.”
“How do you think Kei would feel if he saw you like this?” Hikaru asked, to which Yabu just shrugged and his stomach gave a loud grumble. “This is, no, just no. I’m taking you to the hospital-”
“No!” Yabu gives a vicious shout and shoves Hikaru away, glaring at him fiercely; Inoo’s eyes widen in surprise. “I’m not leaving this house, it’s all I have left of him!” Yabu cries, for the first time in a week and stands to his feet, shaking terribly as he did so, “You can’t make me go!”
“I can and I will!” Hikaru grabs Yabu and forcibly removes him from their home, Yabu kicking and screaming as Hikaru shoves him into the backseat of his car.
Inoo follows along beside them, feeling that human sensation of when your breath is caught in your throat, and that overwhelming emotion of frantic fear.
They arrive as the hospital and Yabu is quickly placed into a room, sedated before the doctors hook him up the various machines. The doctor can easily conclude that Yabu is malnourished and dehydrated, and after hearing Hikaru’s account of how Yabu ended up like that, severely depressed and suicidal as well.
The room clears out and Inoo floats over to Yabu, trying to rest his hand on the others, to smooth back his sweaty bangs or to dry his tears, but he can’t; His hand simply passes through Yabu’s, and he feels such a strong surge of frustration that he punches the wall.
To no surprise, nothing happens.
Yabu wakes up in the middle of the night, his eyes weary and blinking in confusion at his new surroundings. Once he registers where he’s at, he begins to cry, drawing his stick-like legs towards his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
“Why can’t I just die?” Yabu whispers to himself, burying his face in between his knees. Inoo longs to just hold his love close, to kiss him reassuringly and tell him that everything is okay.
In a split second, Yabu’s attitude changes, and he leans back in bed to yank the needle out of his arm. Inoo watches in horror as Yabu brings it down to wrist, angry tears now spilling from his eyes, and he immediately lunges forward, screaming at Yabu and raising his hand back to smack the needle out of his hand.
They make connection, and to Inoo’s surprise, the needle soars across the room and clatters to the floor, rolling across it and under the small gap in the door.
Yabu gapes at the door, and then turns forward, looking around the room in paranoia. “Kei?” he asks, his breathing coming out in small pants.
“Kota, stop this!” Inoo shouts and when Yabu flinches, he knows that the other can hear him, “You need to get a grip on yourself, you hear me?! It is not your time to die yet, and just because it was mine, does not give you the right to try and follow me!”
“But I love you,” Yabu said tearfully, hugging himself again.
“And I love you, which is why I want you to live,” Inoo reached forward and cupped Yabu’s face, wiping away his tears, feeling the wetness on his thumbs. “Please, Kota, I can’t watch you try and kill yourself.”
“I’m sorry,” Yabu said, looking up at Inoo ashamed.
“I’ll forgive you, as long as you promise to live, okay?” Yabu nods, and as soon as the decision is made, his hands pass through Yabu’s cheeks and he feels himself being pulled away from the room.
When everything stops turning and moving, he finds his mind peacefully blank, and realizes that he is now at rest.
Shrieking indignantly as he feels himself being hauled out of his chair, Inoo has only a moment to struggle before Takaki drops him into the pool, laughing hysterically as Inoo flails wildly before hitting the water. It’s cold, the chlorine stings at his opened eyes and his clothes are sticking awkwardly to his body.
Kicking upwards, Inoo’s drenched head appears out of the water to glare furiously at Takaki, who is now doubled over and giggling like mad.
“What the hell is going on?”
Inoo looked over and saw Yabu, holding two dogs in his hands and looking very confused as to why Inoo was in the water.
“Well, I was relaxing under the nice shade of our umbrella, when Bakaki decided to throw me into the pool. I suspect Hikaru has something to do with this, as well,” Inoo crossed his arms over his chest, and Hikaru, who was swimming over to him, stopped and quickly swam away.
“Oh,” Yabu looked down at the hot dogs, and then back over at Inoo, “I thought you were asleep, and I was hungry so I decided to get some food.”
Inoo sighed, lifting himself over the edge of the pool and standing up. “You’re the worst boyfriend ever, I swear,” he said, rolling his eyes as he stalked back towards the hotel.
Yabu pouted and chased after him, offering up one of his hot dogs in hopes that Inoo would forgive him.
He didn’t, but Inoo took the hot dog anyways, figuring it was probably the best revenge he could inflict upon Yabu at the moment.
Waiting patiently for his turn with the photographer, Inoo cooed at the kitten in his lap, tickling its small belly with his fingers and blowing it kisses when it mewed cutely.
Across the room, Hikaru watched the scene with a nervous frown, his hand idly petting the large dog next to him. It panted happily, occasionally licking his fingers and nosing his leg with its wet snout.
“Inoo-chan?” Hikaru called out, waiting until Inoo looked up to continue, “Hey, I uh, I think Yabu was looking for you earlier. Yeah,” he coughed awkwardly, biting his lip.
Inoo raised a brow, trying not to laugh at Hikaru’s nervous jitters. “Oh, was he?”
Hikaru nodded quickly, “Yes, so you should go and find him!”
Inoo snickered, getting up, the kitten still cradled in his arms, “Alright, I’ll be back in a moment,” he began to walk towards the door, but then stopped, turning back towards Hikaru, “Oh, Hikaru, by the way,” he smiled deviously, “I was talking to the lady who owns the kittens, and she’s been looking to get rid of them, so I’ve decided to take two of them. You can help me name them when you come over later~” he winked, and then quickly left the room, ignoring Hikaru’s surprised cry as he cackled.
He was running, feet pounding on the ground as he hurried forward, screaming at the top of his lungs for the boy to run, to get away, that he was in dang-
A flash of steel, a loud, sharp cry of pain and blood flowing over his hands, tears running down his cheeks. He stopped, his heart stopping in his chest as he watched the boy fall to the ground, whimpering his name-
Opening his eyes with a gasp, Inoo looked around and saw that he was alone in his room. Frantically, he climbed out of bed, hair a mess and clothes wrinkled. He was ready to run out the door when it suddenly opened, the boy from his nightmare looking at him in confusion.
Letting out a choked cry, Inoo rushed forward and embraced Ryutaro, holding him as close as humanly possible. “Nightmare, you were hurt, I,” Inoo shuddered and closed his eyes, running a hand through Ryutaro’s hair and assuring himself that the boy was fine, he was in his arms and not on the ground, bleeding profusely from the wound he hadn’t been able to protect him from.
“I’m fine, just went to the bathroom,” Ryutaro whispered and led Inoo back to bed, crawling back under the covers with Inoo still attached to him. “It was only a dream, please try and sleep,” Ryutaro said, his eyes concerned as he used his sleeve to wipe away Inoo’s tears.
Nodding, Inoo followed Ryutaro’s orders and closed his eyes, trying to push away the images from his mind.
When he felt a soft kiss being pressed against his forehead, Inoo visibly relaxed, letting out a long breath as he finally began to calm down. Moments later he fell asleep, and satisfied that Inoo was resting again, Ryutaro closed his eyes and slept as well.
Inoo walks to work and returns home floating, his feet just barely touching the ground and his body translucent. He watches in anguish as Yabu cries, curled up on the couch and screaming as though he were in agonizing pain. He can barely make out the words that pass Yabu’s lips, but he catches, Why - No - Please - and, with a stab to where his beating heart used to be - Please take me too.
Yabu falls into a fitful sleep hours later, and Inoo hovers close by, hoping his love can somehow feel his presence and be comforted by it. When Yabu wakes up around four though, clutching the pillow as fresh tears pour from his eyes, he finds that he is sadly mistaken.
Days pass, Yabu has quit his job and refuses to answer anyone’s phone calls. People have come by to try and talk to him, but Yabu won’t let them in and Inoo cannot physically answer the door.
He watches miserably as Yabu begins to fade away, dark circles under his eyes and his skin slowly stretching out across his bones. Inoo wishes he could do something, anything, other then just floating around and watching his love die from grief; it is worse than Hell, he can imagine, and a part of him selfishly wishes he could just leave.
But he can’t though, and he sighs as Yabu stares blankly at the TV ahead, his eyes bare of thought or emotion.
Eventually someone breaks in, and Inoo jumps with a start, while Yabu remains laying down with his head cradled in his arms. Their friend Hikaru steps into the room, takes one look at Yabu, and swears loudly before running over to him.
“Ko, oh god,” Hikaru runs his hands along Yabu’s cheeks, feeling the protruding bones, “What have you done to yourself?”
“Don’t wanna live,” Yabu replies weakly, his eyes blinking heavily as he breathes hard through his mouth, “No point, without Kei.”
“How do you think Kei would feel if he saw you like this?” Hikaru asked, to which Yabu just shrugged and his stomach gave a loud grumble. “This is, no, just no. I’m taking you to the hospital-”
“No!” Yabu gives a vicious shout and shoves Hikaru away, glaring at him fiercely; Inoo’s eyes widen in surprise. “I’m not leaving this house, it’s all I have left of him!” Yabu cries, for the first time in a week and stands to his feet, shaking terribly as he did so, “You can’t make me go!”
“I can and I will!” Hikaru grabs Yabu and forcibly removes him from their home, Yabu kicking and screaming as Hikaru shoves him into the backseat of his car.
Inoo follows along beside them, feeling that human sensation of when your breath is caught in your throat, and that overwhelming emotion of frantic fear.
They arrive as the hospital and Yabu is quickly placed into a room, sedated before the doctors hook him up the various machines. The doctor can easily conclude that Yabu is malnourished and dehydrated, and after hearing Hikaru’s account of how Yabu ended up like that, severely depressed and suicidal as well.
The room clears out and Inoo floats over to Yabu, trying to rest his hand on the others, to smooth back his sweaty bangs or to dry his tears, but he can’t; His hand simply passes through Yabu’s, and he feels such a strong surge of frustration that he punches the wall.
To no surprise, nothing happens.
Yabu wakes up in the middle of the night, his eyes weary and blinking in confusion at his new surroundings. Once he registers where he’s at, he begins to cry, drawing his stick-like legs towards his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
“Why can’t I just die?” Yabu whispers to himself, burying his face in between his knees. Inoo longs to just hold his love close, to kiss him reassuringly and tell him that everything is okay.
In a split second, Yabu’s attitude changes, and he leans back in bed to yank the needle out of his arm. Inoo watches in horror as Yabu brings it down to wrist, angry tears now spilling from his eyes, and he immediately lunges forward, screaming at Yabu and raising his hand back to smack the needle out of his hand.
They make connection, and to Inoo’s surprise, the needle soars across the room and clatters to the floor, rolling across it and under the small gap in the door.
Yabu gapes at the door, and then turns forward, looking around the room in paranoia. “Kei?” he asks, his breathing coming out in small pants.
“Kota, stop this!” Inoo shouts and when Yabu flinches, he knows that the other can hear him, “You need to get a grip on yourself, you hear me?! It is not your time to die yet, and just because it was mine, does not give you the right to try and follow me!”
“But I love you,” Yabu said tearfully, hugging himself again.
“And I love you, which is why I want you to live,” Inoo reached forward and cupped Yabu’s face, wiping away his tears, feeling the wetness on his thumbs. “Please, Kota, I can’t watch you try and kill yourself.”
“I’m sorry,” Yabu said, looking up at Inoo ashamed.
“I’ll forgive you, as long as you promise to live, okay?” Yabu nods, and as soon as the decision is made, his hands pass through Yabu’s cheeks and he feels himself being pulled away from the room.
When everything stops turning and moving, he finds his mind peacefully blank, and realizes that he is now at rest.
Shrieking indignantly as he feels himself being hauled out of his chair, Inoo has only a moment to struggle before Takaki drops him into the pool, laughing hysterically as Inoo flails wildly before hitting the water. It’s cold, the chlorine stings at his opened eyes and his clothes are sticking awkwardly to his body.
Kicking upwards, Inoo’s drenched head appears out of the water to glare furiously at Takaki, who is now doubled over and giggling like mad.
“What the hell is going on?”
Inoo looked over and saw Yabu, holding two dogs in his hands and looking very confused as to why Inoo was in the water.
“Well, I was relaxing under the nice shade of our umbrella, when Bakaki decided to throw me into the pool. I suspect Hikaru has something to do with this, as well,” Inoo crossed his arms over his chest, and Hikaru, who was swimming over to him, stopped and quickly swam away.
“Oh,” Yabu looked down at the hot dogs, and then back over at Inoo, “I thought you were asleep, and I was hungry so I decided to get some food.”
Inoo sighed, lifting himself over the edge of the pool and standing up. “You’re the worst boyfriend ever, I swear,” he said, rolling his eyes as he stalked back towards the hotel.
Yabu pouted and chased after him, offering up one of his hot dogs in hopes that Inoo would forgive him.
He didn’t, but Inoo took the hot dog anyways, figuring it was probably the best revenge he could inflict upon Yabu at the moment.