[Completed] Behind The Mask (13/13)
Title: Behind The Mask (13/13)
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2, NEWS, Code Blue
Pairings: Aizawa Kousaku x Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Unbeta-ed
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
Code Seven
Code Eight
Code Nine
Code Ten
Code Eleven
Code Twelve
“Baka…!” a pillow was smacked into his face. “Baka, baka, baka!” again and again and again, punctuating each word. It wasn’t gentle whacking either but earnest smacking, intended to be painful. Aizawa’s body was released from its frozen state and he grabbed the pillow to stop it from smacking into his face. When he pulled it down, he stared up into Kitayama’s face, full of emotion and with teary eyes. The first clear droplets were already running down the other’s cheeks.
Kitayama is clearly trying to hold back the tears, pride not allowing him to shed them so easily and yet one could see that the resolve was almost broken. “You’re such a stupid idiot, Aizawa Kousaku…”
“…am I the only one?” Aizawa asked hesitantly, trying to laugh.
Still biting back sobs, Kitayama whimpered a soft, “No…” before he buried his face in the pillow and let his tears fall freely, his body twitching with each sob.
It took a few tries until Aizawa was able to get rid of the pillow between them but eventually he succeeded and felt the other’s hot tears splash onto his skin instead. “Why are you crying?”
“…because you’re stupid…” Kitayama retorted. It was probably supposed to sound angry but he didn’t quite succeed. “…stupid…” he echoed softly before saying. He pulls away and tries to rub the tears from his eyes, to no avail at first. Aizawa leans in to help him, kissing the drops away gently. Kitayama gives in and just lets the other do as he pleases and relaxes.
As usual it’s the things that remain unsaid between them that tie them closer together than any words that are spoken. Both of them know that with this, their fight is over and things have come to a close. They have not only admitted something to each other but also to themselves. They both realize that they have both been too afraid of saying it. They had been afraid of putting what was between them into words, afraid to make it sound too trivial, afraid to break it.
And thus neither of them speaks as they lie on the bed together, exhausted both physically and even more so emotionally. Their actions speak louder than words though.
Kitayama’s arms are wrapped around Aizawa’s body tightly, reassuringly. He is not going anywhere, he’s staying right where he is and there is no need to be worried. Aizawa’s arms are resting around Kitayama’s slender frame as well, loosely and yet firmly, saying how he’s not going to let go easily.
That was how they had always worked, how they had always been.
Fujikawa’s eyebrows fly skywards when Aizawa comes in to work with a huge band-aid on his neck the other day. Of course the other doesn’t say anything about it except for “It’s cleaned out properly and disinfected in case anybody’s worried about me catching something…” it’s still warm outside so nobody really makes the other wear a turtleneck or anything and well, if it’s properly bandaged the other doctors or staff wouldn’t complain.
It doesn’t stop anyone from talking though. And talk people do, at least the ones around Aizawa. So when the shift draws to a close, it’s Tadokoro-sensei who sneaks up on the other from behind and rips the band-aid off with one quick pull, making Aizawa swear angrily and in pain.
“Holy shit, hickey alert!” Fujikawa blurts out what everyone else must be thinking.
And indeed, Aizawa is sporting quite a dark, large bruise on his neck that doesn’t leave any room for any other theory (there are faint teeth marks).
“Wow, are you blushing?” Hiyama grins at her colleague, “You totally are!”
All requests for details fall onto deaf ears though as Aizawa made his way to the locker rooms. His shift for the day is - thankfully - over.
Kaji-san, the pilot, joins the commotion in the ICU. “What’s all the fuzz about people?”
“Aizawa…Aizawa…”
“Ah…he graduated from having lunch with all you guys, huh?” Kaji-san grinned. “Kid looked like he was still getting used to the idea of having a lunch box…but at least it motivated him to eat properly and not the stuff you eat at the cafeteria and then leave behind in case you have to run off…a lunch box that was made for you…all the feelings that are put into it…you cannot just not eat it.”
Fujikawa gaped and then turned back around, “Aizawa you bastard!!!”
All Aizawa does it so insolently flash a peace-sign before he enters the locker room.
Outside, on the hospital’s parking lot, Kitayama is waiting next to the car. “Whatever did you do to your colleagues? When I came out of Masami’s room earlier they looked worse than a scattered flock of chicken…” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He then spotted the hickey on the other’s neck. “Oh… is that it? The band-aid didn’t help after all?”
“I’d say it was more your lunch-box than the hickey…” Aizawa commented with a soft snort.
“Huh? Was it bad or anything?” Kitayama blinked.
“Not at all…” Aizawa smiled, “Come on…let’s go, before it gets too late.”
They go back to that place at their old school. It’s where they started so many years ago. As they sit there and reflect, they realize that both of them have changed a lot ever since they first sat in those very same spots. Or almost. They sit a lot closer to each other now than they did back then. The only thing that hasn’t changed between them is the comfortable silence. The silence showing that the two of them can understand each other even without words.
“The next class re-union…will be the first one we really attend together, huh?” Kitayama comments softly and looks up at Aizawa with a smile.
For a few moments, Aizawa’s cool and aloof expression is all that he sees but then the mask falls off the other’s face and Aizawa smiles back, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The End
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this fic and bearing with my slow writing speed. ♥ Glad you enjoyed this series and I hope everyone's happy with this ending.
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2, NEWS, Code Blue
Pairings: Aizawa Kousaku x Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Unbeta-ed
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
Code Seven
Code Eight
Code Nine
Code Ten
Code Eleven
Code Twelve
“Baka…!” a pillow was smacked into his face. “Baka, baka, baka!” again and again and again, punctuating each word. It wasn’t gentle whacking either but earnest smacking, intended to be painful. Aizawa’s body was released from its frozen state and he grabbed the pillow to stop it from smacking into his face. When he pulled it down, he stared up into Kitayama’s face, full of emotion and with teary eyes. The first clear droplets were already running down the other’s cheeks.
Kitayama is clearly trying to hold back the tears, pride not allowing him to shed them so easily and yet one could see that the resolve was almost broken. “You’re such a stupid idiot, Aizawa Kousaku…”
“…am I the only one?” Aizawa asked hesitantly, trying to laugh.
Still biting back sobs, Kitayama whimpered a soft, “No…” before he buried his face in the pillow and let his tears fall freely, his body twitching with each sob.
It took a few tries until Aizawa was able to get rid of the pillow between them but eventually he succeeded and felt the other’s hot tears splash onto his skin instead. “Why are you crying?”
“…because you’re stupid…” Kitayama retorted. It was probably supposed to sound angry but he didn’t quite succeed. “…stupid…” he echoed softly before saying. He pulls away and tries to rub the tears from his eyes, to no avail at first. Aizawa leans in to help him, kissing the drops away gently. Kitayama gives in and just lets the other do as he pleases and relaxes.
As usual it’s the things that remain unsaid between them that tie them closer together than any words that are spoken. Both of them know that with this, their fight is over and things have come to a close. They have not only admitted something to each other but also to themselves. They both realize that they have both been too afraid of saying it. They had been afraid of putting what was between them into words, afraid to make it sound too trivial, afraid to break it.
And thus neither of them speaks as they lie on the bed together, exhausted both physically and even more so emotionally. Their actions speak louder than words though.
Kitayama’s arms are wrapped around Aizawa’s body tightly, reassuringly. He is not going anywhere, he’s staying right where he is and there is no need to be worried. Aizawa’s arms are resting around Kitayama’s slender frame as well, loosely and yet firmly, saying how he’s not going to let go easily.
That was how they had always worked, how they had always been.
Fujikawa’s eyebrows fly skywards when Aizawa comes in to work with a huge band-aid on his neck the other day. Of course the other doesn’t say anything about it except for “It’s cleaned out properly and disinfected in case anybody’s worried about me catching something…” it’s still warm outside so nobody really makes the other wear a turtleneck or anything and well, if it’s properly bandaged the other doctors or staff wouldn’t complain.
It doesn’t stop anyone from talking though. And talk people do, at least the ones around Aizawa. So when the shift draws to a close, it’s Tadokoro-sensei who sneaks up on the other from behind and rips the band-aid off with one quick pull, making Aizawa swear angrily and in pain.
“Holy shit, hickey alert!” Fujikawa blurts out what everyone else must be thinking.
And indeed, Aizawa is sporting quite a dark, large bruise on his neck that doesn’t leave any room for any other theory (there are faint teeth marks).
“Wow, are you blushing?” Hiyama grins at her colleague, “You totally are!”
All requests for details fall onto deaf ears though as Aizawa made his way to the locker rooms. His shift for the day is - thankfully - over.
Kaji-san, the pilot, joins the commotion in the ICU. “What’s all the fuzz about people?”
“Aizawa…Aizawa…”
“Ah…he graduated from having lunch with all you guys, huh?” Kaji-san grinned. “Kid looked like he was still getting used to the idea of having a lunch box…but at least it motivated him to eat properly and not the stuff you eat at the cafeteria and then leave behind in case you have to run off…a lunch box that was made for you…all the feelings that are put into it…you cannot just not eat it.”
Fujikawa gaped and then turned back around, “Aizawa you bastard!!!”
All Aizawa does it so insolently flash a peace-sign before he enters the locker room.
Outside, on the hospital’s parking lot, Kitayama is waiting next to the car. “Whatever did you do to your colleagues? When I came out of Masami’s room earlier they looked worse than a scattered flock of chicken…” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He then spotted the hickey on the other’s neck. “Oh… is that it? The band-aid didn’t help after all?”
“I’d say it was more your lunch-box than the hickey…” Aizawa commented with a soft snort.
“Huh? Was it bad or anything?” Kitayama blinked.
“Not at all…” Aizawa smiled, “Come on…let’s go, before it gets too late.”
They go back to that place at their old school. It’s where they started so many years ago. As they sit there and reflect, they realize that both of them have changed a lot ever since they first sat in those very same spots. Or almost. They sit a lot closer to each other now than they did back then. The only thing that hasn’t changed between them is the comfortable silence. The silence showing that the two of them can understand each other even without words.
“The next class re-union…will be the first one we really attend together, huh?” Kitayama comments softly and looks up at Aizawa with a smile.
For a few moments, Aizawa’s cool and aloof expression is all that he sees but then the mask falls off the other’s face and Aizawa smiles back, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The End
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this fic and bearing with my slow writing speed. ♥ Glad you enjoyed this series and I hope everyone's happy with this ending.