je_united gift fic for midori_013
Lovely fic for midori_013
Title: Little secrets
Pairing: General with hints of TakaJima and TaDaiki with addition of a FOC
Rating:
Warnings: Self-harm and substance abuse
Summary: The need for him to protect people around him and to make himself disappear was greater than his will to survive. Little that he know that the person he was wanted to protect the most is the one he hurts the most.
Note: Sets in a semi AU for the fact that some of these boys has a broken background. Sorry if it's a little sad. It's PG I promise...
They were wrong about him at so many levels. He was wrong about them too, but he had his heart in the right place. “Where is he?” The eldest of them demanded at the nurses station.
“I’m sorry sir, but at the moment only family members are permitted to visit him.” A lady much older than the other nurse’s replied. She too was at the end of her teacher. The eight boys had been demanding to see the young patient for almost half hour. Yet, no matter how they turned them don, they do not seem to understand the meaning of the word ‘no’.
He hadn’t any to their knowledge. They are, they were his family, at least as far as they were concerned, they were the only ones he had to turn to. “What family?” A tall, quiet younger boy finally spoke. “We are his only family.” He said quietly.
The older nurse just shook her head. “I’m sorry, son. His sister is in there with him for now, and you all are able to see him once he is warded.” She explained. “It’s hospital policy.” She spoke and finally went away. The nine boys finally sighed and gave up making noise. One by one they surrendered themselves onto the waiting room couches.
“Did anyone know he has a sister?” Nakajima finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence engulfing them. One by one, they looked in his direction. “He lives with us five days a week, sometimes even almost a whole month.” He said covering his face with his palm. “He knows every single detail about our life and what do we know about him?” He continued, his voice rising. “We’ve known him for almost our whole life and we don’t know anything past his name.” He paused. “We don’t even know that he has a sister. He has a family.” Tears began to burn the back of his eyes.
A shorter boy sat beside him. “He didn’t want us to worry.” Was all he came up with. The calmer one. He has always been the calmer one within the group. The mediator when Takaki was not around. “Yuto, listen to me.” He said quietly, placing his palm on the small of the younger on’s back. “He’s going to be okay, he’s strong.” He said quietly.
They were going their separate ways for the weekend. Not really, the younger ones wanted to go out for a drink. Most of them agreed. Most except for Keito, Daiki and Takaki. Keito wanted for an early night, Daiki was called back to his home but not one of them knew where Takaki was heading. Why he never wanted to join them for a night out. Or even for a drink of the late.
A young boy of their age was peeking, looking for a familiar face. “Hey.” He said finally as he advanced towards the group. “Any words?” He asked. The eldest of the group just shook his head. “What happened?” He questioned, paring his behind on a chair nearby.
Daiki just shrugged his shoulders. None of them knew the whole facts and none of them bothered to ask. All they wanted to know is the condition of their friend. “He texted Kei, saying that his taxi was met in an accident, he’s a little bruised but he’s fine. When we came here, they said he had to be taken to surgery.”
The younger one just released a breath as he relaxed in his chair. “So he texted you?” He said looking over at the pale man. Inoo just nodded. “Which means he’s conscious after the accident and he might be bruised, but he is okay.” He said knocking some sense into the thick head of his band mates.
The room went quiet for a bit before a young nurse came towards them. “I think you are the party for Mr Takaki?” She said politely. “We haven’t found him a room yet, but the surgeon said it’s okay for you to visit him.” She said waiting for the boys to rise.
“It’s fine, they are nice people. They are my friends.” They heard Takaki’s voice as they have never heard them before quiet and warm. “Okay, alright.” He tittered a little before continuing. “Just stay quiet under here, and no one will know you’re here.”
A squirming figure stood still beside him under the covers. “Mr. Takaki.” She acknowledges him. He just shook his head at her signalling it was okay to let the little squirming being with him. “I’d advise you to go back to your room because there’s a lot of diseases here in the emergency department.” She warned the little being.
“She’ll be just fine here, with me.” Takaki’s soft warm tone turned cold and stern. “And tell the doctor, I’d be just fine to be in her room, I really don’t need another room.” He added. She just nodded and went.
Nakajima started as he sat near the foot of his bed. “A love child?” He questioned silently. Takaki just answered him with a giggle. “I never knew that you have a girlfriend, Yuya.” He said a little louder.
“It’s complicated.” Takaki replied simply. “You’re here too, Ryu.” He said looking at the frozen young boy.
“Are you really okay?” Daiki chipped in standing as far as he could from the hospital bed. Takaki smiled. He knew the younger one was almost terrified to even be near a hospital bed.
Shifting a little making sure the little girl under his covers were a little bit more comfortable, he just nodded. “It’s just a little bump.” He replied.
“But you were in surgery.” Yabu reacted quickly. Knowing the younger one well, knowing he would tough it out through anything.
Takaki nodded. “They had to pick the glass out from under my skin. That was all.” He said casually. “Mari.” He said quietly when he felt his little sister was still for too long. “Are you okay?” He said peeking at her. “I have to stay for the night for a scan tomorrow, to see if there’s any concussion. I’ll be back to the house on Monday, Tuesday if they need me to be here longer.”
A head of soft red hair began to poke out under the covers. Takaki just pulled her up so that her head was on his chest and his hand caressing her hair. It was not as she was there with him, it was more of that she was a part of him. She was not small, she was tiny for a six years old girl. By her size, she looks not much larger than a three years old.
Her face pale. Paler than the palest of them. A slight yellow tinge on her skin and her stomach was a little swollen. “Stay with me.” She spoke quietly. Her voice hoarse and quiet. Takaki just smiled at the request. The one thing she would say to him every time he would kiss her good night on Sunday, knowing he would have to return to his rented house the very next morning.
“This is the reason, I don’t go out for drinks. I can’t.” Takaki began. “This is my sister, Himari.” He said as the little girl laid on his chest, eyes heavy with fatigue. “I’m not letting them take you from me, Mari. Go to sleep darling.” He whispered in her ear. When he knew she was swallowed by the darkness of night, his tenseness, seemed to dissipate slowly. The child in his hand, his friends surrounding him, he could not ask for a better thing in his life.
Nakajima leaned in, brushing her hair off her face to see her features more clearly. “How old is she?” He questioned, careful not to wake the little girl up.
“Six in a month’s time.” Takaki answered. His eyes locked on another boy. Yamada. His eyes were heavy, but not sleepy. His vision distant and his stance was wobbly. “Maybe you guys should come back tomorrow. I’m fine. Really. And all of you are tired.” He reasoned. “I’m fine.” He reassured. “My taxi was hit by a drunk driver. The car hit the taxi on the other side, so my head did hit the glass, but besides the cut, it’s really not a big deal.” He said.
Stubborn, Nakajima stood his ground. “Daiki and myself are staying.” He said looking back at the shorter boy for approval. Daiki was quick to nod. Takaki sighed. He would be up all night even before an important photo shoot to care for the younger ones when they are not feeling well and he would stay the weekend whenever he would have the time, just to supervise over the younger ones. But not once, not one time would he let them take care of him. He would always be fine. He’s all good. Nothing to worry about, when it comes to himself.
“Go home.” Takaki demanded quietly. “Saturday is her day.” He slicked his fingers between the silky red hair. “I can’t be worrying over all of you and care for her as well.” He urged. “Please.” He said looking at Nakajima then to Yamada.
A week into her sixth year, her body decided to give up. She decided to be engulfed by the light of heavens. For a while, her brother became withdrawn and busied himself with work. He did not know what hit him until it became his life. He did not know what he had until he lost them. Well not really, he loved his little sister. Half as she maybe, she was still a little sister he never had. And all she ever had was him. He loved her with all his heart but he had to submit to the fate that was written for her.
Yamada sat beside him and pressed a plastic into his palm. “That is going to make you feel better.” He said quietly as the others were already out to lunch. All he did was look at the contents of the plastic and the white powder in them. “Why?” Was all he asked the younger one. “Why are you destroying yourself like this? Why are you killing yourself with this?” His voice rising. “This is what almost killed the one thing that mattered to me. What killed her was a different cause, but because of this, she was born too small, and she had too much complication to even live.”
Without realising how loud he was being, the whole band was there. They suspected of it. They knew there were something was awry about the young boy, they just could not put a finger on it. Takaki had noticed it too, he was trying to get him off the thing, but he yet to have a successful way. Not until that point.
“If she had a month more, she could have been saved.” Tears streaming down Takaki’s face as he spoke. “If she had one more week of gestation, she wouldn’t have had her brain bleed.” He shoved Yamada further away from him, knowing his own strength and his temper. “One more month, she would have had her liver transplant, and maybe, just maybe she could have another year.” His body trembles in anger. “If I ever, ever see you have this in your possession again, I swear to you that will be the last time any of you see me free.” He said storming out of the room.
Two set of footstep trotted trailing him. One that grew alongside him and the other he helped raised. One knew about him in and out and the other he tried hard to shield from the truth. “Ari told me everything.” Nakajima said as the sat under a tree overlooking a busy street over the steep hill.
He looked over to the other boy beside him. Daiki just shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry.” He mumbled. Takaki pulled them closer as he wrapped his hand around Daiki’s shoulders. He heard him whisper but he could not make out his words.
“My whole life, my sole purpose was to live. I had nothing to look for. I have nothing.” Takaki corrected himself. “The I made it into the band.” He paused. “I thought, I felt like I was made to take care of the younger ones. I’m not a good singer like Kouta, I’m not good looking like Kei, but I have that two of you. I felt needed.” His voice quietened. “When I got to know that my father remarried, I was happy for a bit. Happy that he would not be neglecting his life, but I was wrong. Then Himari came along. She gave me a sense of home.” He paused, taking in a deep breath. “Now I have nothing again.” He said.
Nakajima pulled on his arm and wrapped his dangly ones around them. He was, he is still the closest to Takaki. “You are the only home that I know of.” He said quietly. “If you would still accept me.”
It began with the three of them at the care centre when they were kids. They were taken and trained to be looked at, worshiped and wooed. Inside each of them hollowed instead of growing. The gap that they began to fill in their own way. In their own fantasy. Their gap was filled with each other.
Title: Little secrets
Pairing: General with hints of TakaJima and TaDaiki with addition of a FOC
Rating:
Warnings: Self-harm and substance abuse
Summary: The need for him to protect people around him and to make himself disappear was greater than his will to survive. Little that he know that the person he was wanted to protect the most is the one he hurts the most.
Note: Sets in a semi AU for the fact that some of these boys has a broken background. Sorry if it's a little sad. It's PG I promise...
They were wrong about him at so many levels. He was wrong about them too, but he had his heart in the right place. “Where is he?” The eldest of them demanded at the nurses station.
“I’m sorry sir, but at the moment only family members are permitted to visit him.” A lady much older than the other nurse’s replied. She too was at the end of her teacher. The eight boys had been demanding to see the young patient for almost half hour. Yet, no matter how they turned them don, they do not seem to understand the meaning of the word ‘no’.
He hadn’t any to their knowledge. They are, they were his family, at least as far as they were concerned, they were the only ones he had to turn to. “What family?” A tall, quiet younger boy finally spoke. “We are his only family.” He said quietly.
The older nurse just shook her head. “I’m sorry, son. His sister is in there with him for now, and you all are able to see him once he is warded.” She explained. “It’s hospital policy.” She spoke and finally went away. The nine boys finally sighed and gave up making noise. One by one they surrendered themselves onto the waiting room couches.
“Did anyone know he has a sister?” Nakajima finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence engulfing them. One by one, they looked in his direction. “He lives with us five days a week, sometimes even almost a whole month.” He said covering his face with his palm. “He knows every single detail about our life and what do we know about him?” He continued, his voice rising. “We’ve known him for almost our whole life and we don’t know anything past his name.” He paused. “We don’t even know that he has a sister. He has a family.” Tears began to burn the back of his eyes.
A shorter boy sat beside him. “He didn’t want us to worry.” Was all he came up with. The calmer one. He has always been the calmer one within the group. The mediator when Takaki was not around. “Yuto, listen to me.” He said quietly, placing his palm on the small of the younger on’s back. “He’s going to be okay, he’s strong.” He said quietly.
They were going their separate ways for the weekend. Not really, the younger ones wanted to go out for a drink. Most of them agreed. Most except for Keito, Daiki and Takaki. Keito wanted for an early night, Daiki was called back to his home but not one of them knew where Takaki was heading. Why he never wanted to join them for a night out. Or even for a drink of the late.
A young boy of their age was peeking, looking for a familiar face. “Hey.” He said finally as he advanced towards the group. “Any words?” He asked. The eldest of the group just shook his head. “What happened?” He questioned, paring his behind on a chair nearby.
Daiki just shrugged his shoulders. None of them knew the whole facts and none of them bothered to ask. All they wanted to know is the condition of their friend. “He texted Kei, saying that his taxi was met in an accident, he’s a little bruised but he’s fine. When we came here, they said he had to be taken to surgery.”
The younger one just released a breath as he relaxed in his chair. “So he texted you?” He said looking over at the pale man. Inoo just nodded. “Which means he’s conscious after the accident and he might be bruised, but he is okay.” He said knocking some sense into the thick head of his band mates.
The room went quiet for a bit before a young nurse came towards them. “I think you are the party for Mr Takaki?” She said politely. “We haven’t found him a room yet, but the surgeon said it’s okay for you to visit him.” She said waiting for the boys to rise.
“It’s fine, they are nice people. They are my friends.” They heard Takaki’s voice as they have never heard them before quiet and warm. “Okay, alright.” He tittered a little before continuing. “Just stay quiet under here, and no one will know you’re here.”
A squirming figure stood still beside him under the covers. “Mr. Takaki.” She acknowledges him. He just shook his head at her signalling it was okay to let the little squirming being with him. “I’d advise you to go back to your room because there’s a lot of diseases here in the emergency department.” She warned the little being.
“She’ll be just fine here, with me.” Takaki’s soft warm tone turned cold and stern. “And tell the doctor, I’d be just fine to be in her room, I really don’t need another room.” He added. She just nodded and went.
Nakajima started as he sat near the foot of his bed. “A love child?” He questioned silently. Takaki just answered him with a giggle. “I never knew that you have a girlfriend, Yuya.” He said a little louder.
“It’s complicated.” Takaki replied simply. “You’re here too, Ryu.” He said looking at the frozen young boy.
“Are you really okay?” Daiki chipped in standing as far as he could from the hospital bed. Takaki smiled. He knew the younger one was almost terrified to even be near a hospital bed.
Shifting a little making sure the little girl under his covers were a little bit more comfortable, he just nodded. “It’s just a little bump.” He replied.
“But you were in surgery.” Yabu reacted quickly. Knowing the younger one well, knowing he would tough it out through anything.
Takaki nodded. “They had to pick the glass out from under my skin. That was all.” He said casually. “Mari.” He said quietly when he felt his little sister was still for too long. “Are you okay?” He said peeking at her. “I have to stay for the night for a scan tomorrow, to see if there’s any concussion. I’ll be back to the house on Monday, Tuesday if they need me to be here longer.”
A head of soft red hair began to poke out under the covers. Takaki just pulled her up so that her head was on his chest and his hand caressing her hair. It was not as she was there with him, it was more of that she was a part of him. She was not small, she was tiny for a six years old girl. By her size, she looks not much larger than a three years old.
Her face pale. Paler than the palest of them. A slight yellow tinge on her skin and her stomach was a little swollen. “Stay with me.” She spoke quietly. Her voice hoarse and quiet. Takaki just smiled at the request. The one thing she would say to him every time he would kiss her good night on Sunday, knowing he would have to return to his rented house the very next morning.
“This is the reason, I don’t go out for drinks. I can’t.” Takaki began. “This is my sister, Himari.” He said as the little girl laid on his chest, eyes heavy with fatigue. “I’m not letting them take you from me, Mari. Go to sleep darling.” He whispered in her ear. When he knew she was swallowed by the darkness of night, his tenseness, seemed to dissipate slowly. The child in his hand, his friends surrounding him, he could not ask for a better thing in his life.
Nakajima leaned in, brushing her hair off her face to see her features more clearly. “How old is she?” He questioned, careful not to wake the little girl up.
“Six in a month’s time.” Takaki answered. His eyes locked on another boy. Yamada. His eyes were heavy, but not sleepy. His vision distant and his stance was wobbly. “Maybe you guys should come back tomorrow. I’m fine. Really. And all of you are tired.” He reasoned. “I’m fine.” He reassured. “My taxi was hit by a drunk driver. The car hit the taxi on the other side, so my head did hit the glass, but besides the cut, it’s really not a big deal.” He said.
Stubborn, Nakajima stood his ground. “Daiki and myself are staying.” He said looking back at the shorter boy for approval. Daiki was quick to nod. Takaki sighed. He would be up all night even before an important photo shoot to care for the younger ones when they are not feeling well and he would stay the weekend whenever he would have the time, just to supervise over the younger ones. But not once, not one time would he let them take care of him. He would always be fine. He’s all good. Nothing to worry about, when it comes to himself.
“Go home.” Takaki demanded quietly. “Saturday is her day.” He slicked his fingers between the silky red hair. “I can’t be worrying over all of you and care for her as well.” He urged. “Please.” He said looking at Nakajima then to Yamada.
A week into her sixth year, her body decided to give up. She decided to be engulfed by the light of heavens. For a while, her brother became withdrawn and busied himself with work. He did not know what hit him until it became his life. He did not know what he had until he lost them. Well not really, he loved his little sister. Half as she maybe, she was still a little sister he never had. And all she ever had was him. He loved her with all his heart but he had to submit to the fate that was written for her.
Yamada sat beside him and pressed a plastic into his palm. “That is going to make you feel better.” He said quietly as the others were already out to lunch. All he did was look at the contents of the plastic and the white powder in them. “Why?” Was all he asked the younger one. “Why are you destroying yourself like this? Why are you killing yourself with this?” His voice rising. “This is what almost killed the one thing that mattered to me. What killed her was a different cause, but because of this, she was born too small, and she had too much complication to even live.”
Without realising how loud he was being, the whole band was there. They suspected of it. They knew there were something was awry about the young boy, they just could not put a finger on it. Takaki had noticed it too, he was trying to get him off the thing, but he yet to have a successful way. Not until that point.
“If she had a month more, she could have been saved.” Tears streaming down Takaki’s face as he spoke. “If she had one more week of gestation, she wouldn’t have had her brain bleed.” He shoved Yamada further away from him, knowing his own strength and his temper. “One more month, she would have had her liver transplant, and maybe, just maybe she could have another year.” His body trembles in anger. “If I ever, ever see you have this in your possession again, I swear to you that will be the last time any of you see me free.” He said storming out of the room.
Two set of footstep trotted trailing him. One that grew alongside him and the other he helped raised. One knew about him in and out and the other he tried hard to shield from the truth. “Ari told me everything.” Nakajima said as the sat under a tree overlooking a busy street over the steep hill.
He looked over to the other boy beside him. Daiki just shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry.” He mumbled. Takaki pulled them closer as he wrapped his hand around Daiki’s shoulders. He heard him whisper but he could not make out his words.
“My whole life, my sole purpose was to live. I had nothing to look for. I have nothing.” Takaki corrected himself. “The I made it into the band.” He paused. “I thought, I felt like I was made to take care of the younger ones. I’m not a good singer like Kouta, I’m not good looking like Kei, but I have that two of you. I felt needed.” His voice quietened. “When I got to know that my father remarried, I was happy for a bit. Happy that he would not be neglecting his life, but I was wrong. Then Himari came along. She gave me a sense of home.” He paused, taking in a deep breath. “Now I have nothing again.” He said.
Nakajima pulled on his arm and wrapped his dangly ones around them. He was, he is still the closest to Takaki. “You are the only home that I know of.” He said quietly. “If you would still accept me.”
It began with the three of them at the care centre when they were kids. They were taken and trained to be looked at, worshiped and wooed. Inside each of them hollowed instead of growing. The gap that they began to fill in their own way. In their own fantasy. Their gap was filled with each other.