[Ongoing] Behind The Mask (7/?)
Title: Behind The Mask (7/?)
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2, NEWS, Code Blue
Pairings: Aizawa Kousaku x Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: PG-15 (nothing too explicit but allusions to it)
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, allusions.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine but are real, living people. Their asses are most probably owned by JE. The universe is based on the drama "Code Blue" (both seasons).
Dedicated to: talisa_ahn ♥
Author Notes: Based on a couple of drabbles I posted at je100 for the AU challenge HERE. The title for the fic series is also stolen from the drabbles.
Previous Parts:
Code One
Code Two
Code Three
Code Four
Code Five
Code Six
Surprisingly Aizawa found himself sleeping like a rock for most of their plane ride to Australia and didn’t regain full consciousness until they arrived at Sydney International Airport.
Kitayama grinned at him, “Slept off the bloodloss, didn’t you?”
“I guess...” he looked out of the plane window.
“Nothing happened?” the other offered.
Aizawa snorted and got their bags from the overhead locker. “Don’t jinx it?”
“Who, me?” Kitayama laughed and then they made their way out of the plane and into the busy airport. “It’s hot here...good thing we’ll be spending most of our time at the beach...”
They made their way to the hotel Kitayama had booked for them and dumped their stuff before going out to explore the city. It became apparent to Aizawa, that Kitayama had planned to keep him busy while they were there, having an itinerary all thought out and planned. He knew it was supposed to keep his mind off of work and he smiled a little at that.
How’d he deserve someone so caring? Looking up at the clear blue sky, he decided that the best way to pay the other back for all of this was to actually do as the other was hoping and forget about work for a few days and just enjoy himself and have fun.
They went all over the city first, looked at all the typical tourist attractions like the opera house and the harbor bridge as well as the botanic gardens. Aizawa actually found it easy to forget about things in a foreign environment. It only occurred to him that he hadn’t been thinking about home or work when they sat at the beach later that night, enjoying drinks and snacks to let their first day come to a slow end.
“Sleep tight tonight…tomorrow I’m going to take you surfing…” Kitayama smiled at him, clunking their cans of beer together. “Look forward to that.”
He felt so light…with nothing to worry or think about for a while. Aizawa looked around and wrapped an arm around the other. “I’m not going to think about sleep for a while yet…” he was still too awake, too full of “…or maybe another kind of ‘sleep’…” he whispered into Kitayama’s ear before he kissed a trail down the other’s neck.
Kitayama almost dropped his beer in surprise but soon a smile tugged up the corners of his lips. “Finish your drink then and we can go back to our room…”
Aizawa downed his beer in one go and grinned at Kitayama challengingly.
“…who are you and what have you done to Kousaku?” Kitayama laughed and finished his beer as well, although a little slower. “I guess I shall count this as a sign of success…” he commented amusedly and got back up onto his feet. Getting rid of their trash they made their way back to the hotel then.
The next morning, he was a lot slower to rise and get up on his feet though. “…maybe the surfing lessons will have to wait another day…” he smacked the other male on the chest lightly as he rolled over on the bed.
“Oh I’m sure it’ll work out fine…I’ll just prescribe you some painkillers…” Aizawa rolled over and grinned down at the other. “Or we could try applying the traditional Chinese medicine theory and kill pain with pain…” he suggested, fingers ghosting down Kitayama’s body.
“Ok that’s it, no more alcohol for you for the remainder of this tr-trip!!!!” Kitayama’s mock-threat ended in a squeak as Aizawa started to tickle him suddenly.
Trying to retaliate, he grabbed one of the pillows and smacked the other with it, trying to get Aizawa to let go of him and stop tickling him and making him thrash around on the bed. In the end he had to launch himself at the other and push Aizawa down - thank god their beds were big enough for all of this - sitting on and straddling the other to render him unmoving.
Panting, he commented breathlessly, “…you can be surprisingly silly when one lets you…or rather, when you let yourself…” Kitayama laughed. “Nobody back home would ever believe me if I told them about this…”
“Then don’t tell them about it…” Aizawa pulled his arms out and pushed himself up, making the other slide down into his lap. “This is between us only, Hiromitsu…”
Caressing Aizawa’s cheek, Kitayama smiled, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
In the end they spent the day exploring the area around their hotel only and took a long walk on the beach afterwards. While they did so, they witnessed a training exercise by the coast guard and the lifesavers. Aizawa was impressed by how efficient they worked.
“…you’re always right in the middle of things and cannot take a step back and just watch…” Kitayama pointed out next to him. “Learn to trust other people…you’re good at what you do…but that doesn’t mean others aren’t right?” he looked up at Aizawa. “I think you’ve never actually realized thinking that way…Am I right?”
Thinking about it now, Aizawa found that it was true. He had always thought that he trusted his fellow doctors’ abilities fully. He did really but there had always been some kind of pressure behind those thoughts as well. It had probably manifested early on in his life and had become deeply rooted inside of him during the fellowship. At medical school he had always been striving for excellence, to be better than anyone else because for one, he had to keep his scholarship as not to be a burden to his grandmother and also because he wanted to be the best.
During the fellowship, he’d hear about the times when his co-workers had gone out on the helicopter, seen the patients they had brought back or heard about the casualties they had left behind. The thoughts of ‘What if it had been me? What would I have done differently?’ had even been encouraged by their teachers and supervisors. Of course, for the sake of camaraderie, those thoughts had been suppressed, had never been talked about.
Aizawa realized it now. He felt a part inside of him that had still been tense despite everything relax slowly. Things would be fine without him being at Shohoku. He was far away now, couldn’t help with anything but the others would manage just fine. Doctors weren’t gods. They couldn’t make miracles happen. Also, thinking about ‘what ifs’ wouldn’t bring people back to life or cure them either.
He watched the jet-boats of the coast guard in the distance, looking as if they were flying over the water instead of riding on it. He knew what the emergency doctor on it must be thinking. Even though this was only an exercise, the other’s heart was probably beating as fast as it would if it were a real dispatch because it could be.
And in the evening the guy would take off the safety vest and radio device to hand it over to his colleague and give his thumbs up for the team on duty before going to his car and driving home to his family where he’d go and greet his wife, who’d be happy to see him come home after a long day of work without any incidences. And he would not sit there and fret, thinking about what could happen even during the night at the beach but would relax and unwind, go and play with his kids and then light up the barbecue for dinner.
Finally turning away from the scene, he looked at Kitayama. “Alright…I’m on holiday. Let’s have fun.”
Kitayama smiled, “I would’ve forcefully dragged you away otherwise…”
“I know you would have…” he snorted.
A week later, Aizawa returned to Shohoku with a surfing tan, feeling more relaxed than he’d ever been when entering the familiar halls of the university hospital. Apart from the color having returned to his skin, nothing seemed to have changed though, at least from the outside. He’d still put up his same stoic expression as always and work quick and efficiently. Also, he’d flip off all of Fujikawa’s attempts to ask him about his holiday and whether he’d run off with a hot chick in a bikini.
He did not draw any surprised looks until he re-emerged from the changing room later that day when his shift ended, fully dressed and changed to go home instead of back to the ICU.
“You’re not going to stay with Hiyama and Fujikawa for the night? We’re on ambulance duty…” Shiraishi blinked at the other. She herself had just come out changed as well, going home for an extended weekend to spend some time with her father.
“They’ll be fine on their own,” Aizawa shrugged. “No need for me to be around.”
“What if you miss any interesting cases?” she prodded further.
He looked at her, “Well, then I missed them. I will see plenty more when I come back for my morning shift tomorrow? And well that’s what we write all these detailed reports for. See you around.”
Shiraishi was left standing in the corridor blinking. Hiyama joined her a moment later, “They must have brainwashed him in Australia or something…though he still has that stony face of his…” She laughed. “Next thing we know will be that he has to ‘go home to his wife and kids’…”
“He got married???” Shiraishi squeaked.
Hiyama rolled her eyes, “Really, you could use some of that brainwashing, too. Come on, go now or you’ll miss your train. I’ll kick your ass if you do.”
Aizawa entered the apartment and felt his stomach growl at the smell of food. “What a luxurious life I lead…” he commented as he stepped into the kitchen.
“Don’t get used to it…I’ll start working again from tomorrow as well…” Kitayama commented and offered the spoon to the other to try. “Set the table?”
“Mh…in a second.”
“I’m glad I won’t have to attempt to chain you to the bed to keep you from staying at work all the time anymore now…although I guess those handcuffs I got from our dear friend Tanaka will go to waste now…” Kitayama sighed dramatically.
Aizawa snorted, “Why the hell does that guy have stuff like that?” But then he added, “But well, we might find some way to use them still, I’m sure…can’t have a present go to waste…”
“…I’m starting to think that in addition to teaching you how to be more relaxed, I’ve also turned you into a horny pervert…” Kitayama raised his eyebrow.
Looking back, Aizawa commented in a matter-of-fact voice, “It’s one of the very first and most important lessons a doctor must learn, to always be prepared for side-effects of any treatment he gives or medicine he prescribes?”
To be continued...?
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2, NEWS, Code Blue
Pairings: Aizawa Kousaku x Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: PG-15 (nothing too explicit but allusions to it)
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, allusions.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine but are real, living people. Their asses are most probably owned by JE. The universe is based on the drama "Code Blue" (both seasons).
Dedicated to: talisa_ahn ♥
Author Notes: Based on a couple of drabbles I posted at je100 for the AU challenge HERE. The title for the fic series is also stolen from the drabbles.
Previous Parts:
Code One
Code Two
Code Three
Code Four
Code Five
Code Six
Surprisingly Aizawa found himself sleeping like a rock for most of their plane ride to Australia and didn’t regain full consciousness until they arrived at Sydney International Airport.
Kitayama grinned at him, “Slept off the bloodloss, didn’t you?”
“I guess...” he looked out of the plane window.
“Nothing happened?” the other offered.
Aizawa snorted and got their bags from the overhead locker. “Don’t jinx it?”
“Who, me?” Kitayama laughed and then they made their way out of the plane and into the busy airport. “It’s hot here...good thing we’ll be spending most of our time at the beach...”
They made their way to the hotel Kitayama had booked for them and dumped their stuff before going out to explore the city. It became apparent to Aizawa, that Kitayama had planned to keep him busy while they were there, having an itinerary all thought out and planned. He knew it was supposed to keep his mind off of work and he smiled a little at that.
How’d he deserve someone so caring? Looking up at the clear blue sky, he decided that the best way to pay the other back for all of this was to actually do as the other was hoping and forget about work for a few days and just enjoy himself and have fun.
They went all over the city first, looked at all the typical tourist attractions like the opera house and the harbor bridge as well as the botanic gardens. Aizawa actually found it easy to forget about things in a foreign environment. It only occurred to him that he hadn’t been thinking about home or work when they sat at the beach later that night, enjoying drinks and snacks to let their first day come to a slow end.
“Sleep tight tonight…tomorrow I’m going to take you surfing…” Kitayama smiled at him, clunking their cans of beer together. “Look forward to that.”
He felt so light…with nothing to worry or think about for a while. Aizawa looked around and wrapped an arm around the other. “I’m not going to think about sleep for a while yet…” he was still too awake, too full of “…or maybe another kind of ‘sleep’…” he whispered into Kitayama’s ear before he kissed a trail down the other’s neck.
Kitayama almost dropped his beer in surprise but soon a smile tugged up the corners of his lips. “Finish your drink then and we can go back to our room…”
Aizawa downed his beer in one go and grinned at Kitayama challengingly.
“…who are you and what have you done to Kousaku?” Kitayama laughed and finished his beer as well, although a little slower. “I guess I shall count this as a sign of success…” he commented amusedly and got back up onto his feet. Getting rid of their trash they made their way back to the hotel then.
The next morning, he was a lot slower to rise and get up on his feet though. “…maybe the surfing lessons will have to wait another day…” he smacked the other male on the chest lightly as he rolled over on the bed.
“Oh I’m sure it’ll work out fine…I’ll just prescribe you some painkillers…” Aizawa rolled over and grinned down at the other. “Or we could try applying the traditional Chinese medicine theory and kill pain with pain…” he suggested, fingers ghosting down Kitayama’s body.
“Ok that’s it, no more alcohol for you for the remainder of this tr-trip!!!!” Kitayama’s mock-threat ended in a squeak as Aizawa started to tickle him suddenly.
Trying to retaliate, he grabbed one of the pillows and smacked the other with it, trying to get Aizawa to let go of him and stop tickling him and making him thrash around on the bed. In the end he had to launch himself at the other and push Aizawa down - thank god their beds were big enough for all of this - sitting on and straddling the other to render him unmoving.
Panting, he commented breathlessly, “…you can be surprisingly silly when one lets you…or rather, when you let yourself…” Kitayama laughed. “Nobody back home would ever believe me if I told them about this…”
“Then don’t tell them about it…” Aizawa pulled his arms out and pushed himself up, making the other slide down into his lap. “This is between us only, Hiromitsu…”
Caressing Aizawa’s cheek, Kitayama smiled, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
In the end they spent the day exploring the area around their hotel only and took a long walk on the beach afterwards. While they did so, they witnessed a training exercise by the coast guard and the lifesavers. Aizawa was impressed by how efficient they worked.
“…you’re always right in the middle of things and cannot take a step back and just watch…” Kitayama pointed out next to him. “Learn to trust other people…you’re good at what you do…but that doesn’t mean others aren’t right?” he looked up at Aizawa. “I think you’ve never actually realized thinking that way…Am I right?”
Thinking about it now, Aizawa found that it was true. He had always thought that he trusted his fellow doctors’ abilities fully. He did really but there had always been some kind of pressure behind those thoughts as well. It had probably manifested early on in his life and had become deeply rooted inside of him during the fellowship. At medical school he had always been striving for excellence, to be better than anyone else because for one, he had to keep his scholarship as not to be a burden to his grandmother and also because he wanted to be the best.
During the fellowship, he’d hear about the times when his co-workers had gone out on the helicopter, seen the patients they had brought back or heard about the casualties they had left behind. The thoughts of ‘What if it had been me? What would I have done differently?’ had even been encouraged by their teachers and supervisors. Of course, for the sake of camaraderie, those thoughts had been suppressed, had never been talked about.
Aizawa realized it now. He felt a part inside of him that had still been tense despite everything relax slowly. Things would be fine without him being at Shohoku. He was far away now, couldn’t help with anything but the others would manage just fine. Doctors weren’t gods. They couldn’t make miracles happen. Also, thinking about ‘what ifs’ wouldn’t bring people back to life or cure them either.
He watched the jet-boats of the coast guard in the distance, looking as if they were flying over the water instead of riding on it. He knew what the emergency doctor on it must be thinking. Even though this was only an exercise, the other’s heart was probably beating as fast as it would if it were a real dispatch because it could be.
And in the evening the guy would take off the safety vest and radio device to hand it over to his colleague and give his thumbs up for the team on duty before going to his car and driving home to his family where he’d go and greet his wife, who’d be happy to see him come home after a long day of work without any incidences. And he would not sit there and fret, thinking about what could happen even during the night at the beach but would relax and unwind, go and play with his kids and then light up the barbecue for dinner.
Finally turning away from the scene, he looked at Kitayama. “Alright…I’m on holiday. Let’s have fun.”
Kitayama smiled, “I would’ve forcefully dragged you away otherwise…”
“I know you would have…” he snorted.
A week later, Aizawa returned to Shohoku with a surfing tan, feeling more relaxed than he’d ever been when entering the familiar halls of the university hospital. Apart from the color having returned to his skin, nothing seemed to have changed though, at least from the outside. He’d still put up his same stoic expression as always and work quick and efficiently. Also, he’d flip off all of Fujikawa’s attempts to ask him about his holiday and whether he’d run off with a hot chick in a bikini.
He did not draw any surprised looks until he re-emerged from the changing room later that day when his shift ended, fully dressed and changed to go home instead of back to the ICU.
“You’re not going to stay with Hiyama and Fujikawa for the night? We’re on ambulance duty…” Shiraishi blinked at the other. She herself had just come out changed as well, going home for an extended weekend to spend some time with her father.
“They’ll be fine on their own,” Aizawa shrugged. “No need for me to be around.”
“What if you miss any interesting cases?” she prodded further.
He looked at her, “Well, then I missed them. I will see plenty more when I come back for my morning shift tomorrow? And well that’s what we write all these detailed reports for. See you around.”
Shiraishi was left standing in the corridor blinking. Hiyama joined her a moment later, “They must have brainwashed him in Australia or something…though he still has that stony face of his…” She laughed. “Next thing we know will be that he has to ‘go home to his wife and kids’…”
“He got married???” Shiraishi squeaked.
Hiyama rolled her eyes, “Really, you could use some of that brainwashing, too. Come on, go now or you’ll miss your train. I’ll kick your ass if you do.”
Aizawa entered the apartment and felt his stomach growl at the smell of food. “What a luxurious life I lead…” he commented as he stepped into the kitchen.
“Don’t get used to it…I’ll start working again from tomorrow as well…” Kitayama commented and offered the spoon to the other to try. “Set the table?”
“Mh…in a second.”
“I’m glad I won’t have to attempt to chain you to the bed to keep you from staying at work all the time anymore now…although I guess those handcuffs I got from our dear friend Tanaka will go to waste now…” Kitayama sighed dramatically.
Aizawa snorted, “Why the hell does that guy have stuff like that?” But then he added, “But well, we might find some way to use them still, I’m sure…can’t have a present go to waste…”
“…I’m starting to think that in addition to teaching you how to be more relaxed, I’ve also turned you into a horny pervert…” Kitayama raised his eyebrow.
Looking back, Aizawa commented in a matter-of-fact voice, “It’s one of the very first and most important lessons a doctor must learn, to always be prepared for side-effects of any treatment he gives or medicine he prescribes?”
To be continued...?