[fic] First Kiss :: Watari, Tatsumi
Title: First Kiss
Author: Shan
Prompt: 039.Taste
Rating: PG
Pairing: Watari, Tatsumi (pre-relationship)
Word Count: 870
Progress: 2/100
Music: Machine Head - The Burning Red
Summary: After a night of nightmares and pain, it's time for recovery.
Author's Notes: For anybody who is not familiar with the Gravity plotverse, this could be a little confusing. Technically, it would go right after The Last Entry, but this short fic is an AU (alternate universe). It's still sweet so I hope everybody will enjoy the read.
Beta - as always - done by my one and only Love =^.^= What would I do without her? :P Yes, yes... I'd die miserably, I know :P
Ps. I wrote it for a challenge I'm doing in my personal journal ^.^ So far there are only two fics, but oh well ;)
The infirmary aggravates me. Everything looks too flawless to be real. Too perfect to have been the witness of the tragedy last night. I watch Watari's face as he blankly stares out the window. I bet he is trying to forget about the pain every bone in his body is causing.
My eyes follow, but they do not make it past the nearest bed. Nobody bothered to change the sheets and now they are an ugly shade of brown. Last night, they were blood-red.
"Thank you."
A weak whisper. It cuts my heart to hear that usually vibrant voice become so dull and labored. I feel my face contort in a would-be smile, gratitude of a doubtful value.
"It was the least I could do," I hear myself say. A bitter taste of disappointment tints my tongue as I ponder what else I could have done. Or should have done.
A subtle smile graces Watari's lips. Gods, when did he become so angelic?
"Stop blaming yourself for everything, Tatsumi," he says weakly. "It's not like you could've prevented it."
A nice try, but it does not work. I would love to argue about what is or isn't my fault. I'm afraid I would lose every time, though. My pride is already battered so I will leave it be.
"And what if I could?"
It's amusing to hear my voice slip back so easily to its usual harshness. Damn my propriety.
He still smiles, though. Amazing.
"I'm sorry, Tatsumi, but I'll have to pass up such a wonderful opportunity for a good debate," he jokes. How in the world does he keep his sense of humor in such condition?
"Could you help me with one thing, though?"
I would give you the world, if it were in my possession. That, and much more.
"What do you need, Watari-san?"
He looks a little embarrassed. I wonder why. It surely cannot be that bad?
"Tsuzuki visited earlier and he brought my favorite dark chocolates. The problem is," his voice falters for a second, "I can't grab them. My fingers... aren't in shape to pick anything up."
His cheeks are positively pink. I think I'm staring.
I sure hope my smile does not look offensive. My amusement with the simplicity of the request must be visible, because Watari turns his head. He glances at the box of chocolates and I can't stop thinking it would definitely not laugh at his weakness like I am.
It's easy to remove the plastic wrap and lift the lid. I recognize the brand. I'm impressed with how much money Tsuzuki must have spent on his friend. The chocolates look sultry and inviting in their golden crates.
"Here you go," I tell him, stretching out my hand.
The chocolate square is not that big, but he still bites it in half. For a brief moment, his cool lips touch my fingers. That touch... it sends a mind-blowing spark through my body. I think I just dropped the piece of confectionery. Thank goodness I have a good reflex.
"I'm sorry," I smile in apology.
He smiles back and my heart cannot help but lift.
"That's okay."
My second attempt at delivering the chocolate and this time, I know in advance I will touch his lips again. Once more I feel a sensation like electricity run through me, hitting every spot in my body.
Somehow I cannot tear my eyes away from Watari. He is staring back and I cannot help drowning in a sea of liquid gold. My moves are slow, very slow, almost deliberate. If I only knew what I'm doing.
I think there is a piece of chocolate on my fingers. I must have squeezed it to hard the second time around. My sense of cleanliness, imprinted since childhood, screams to have it immediately removed. With no second thoughts I put my finger in my mouth, scraping off the offending smudge.
Wait. This is exactly the same hand I gave Watari his chocolate with.
This is such an awkward situation. I wonder why I don't feel completely uncomfortable yet. It is liberating, though, to watch Watari's eyes and notice the approval for my little blunder. I give him another smile and, this time, I am sure it is genuine. The chocolate stain is long gone by now, my tongue made sure of it.
"I have to go."
My whisper, however subtle, carries a distinct note of annoyance. No matter how much I prefer being here, with Watari, my job calls for my presence.
Thankfully, he understands.
"I know. Please come back soon?"
I hope he is not begging me to come back. He should know there is no other place I would rather be than with him. On the other hand, though, I have never really expressed interest before.
My touch is subtle, but I can still feel him shiver as I lightly brush my fingers against his broken hand. I pray deeply in my heart I did not cause more pain.
"I will. I promise."
Yes. Yutaka is like a golden sun. I love how he gives me that radiant smile. He always makes sure my day does not turn foul.
I will be back for sure.
Author: Shan
Prompt: 039.Taste
Rating: PG
Pairing: Watari, Tatsumi (pre-relationship)
Word Count: 870
Progress: 2/100
Music: Machine Head - The Burning Red
Summary: After a night of nightmares and pain, it's time for recovery.
Author's Notes: For anybody who is not familiar with the Gravity plotverse, this could be a little confusing. Technically, it would go right after The Last Entry, but this short fic is an AU (alternate universe). It's still sweet so I hope everybody will enjoy the read.
Beta - as always - done by my one and only Love =^.^= What would I do without her? :P Yes, yes... I'd die miserably, I know :P
Ps. I wrote it for a challenge I'm doing in my personal journal ^.^ So far there are only two fics, but oh well ;)
The infirmary aggravates me. Everything looks too flawless to be real. Too perfect to have been the witness of the tragedy last night. I watch Watari's face as he blankly stares out the window. I bet he is trying to forget about the pain every bone in his body is causing.
My eyes follow, but they do not make it past the nearest bed. Nobody bothered to change the sheets and now they are an ugly shade of brown. Last night, they were blood-red.
"Thank you."
A weak whisper. It cuts my heart to hear that usually vibrant voice become so dull and labored. I feel my face contort in a would-be smile, gratitude of a doubtful value.
"It was the least I could do," I hear myself say. A bitter taste of disappointment tints my tongue as I ponder what else I could have done. Or should have done.
A subtle smile graces Watari's lips. Gods, when did he become so angelic?
"Stop blaming yourself for everything, Tatsumi," he says weakly. "It's not like you could've prevented it."
A nice try, but it does not work. I would love to argue about what is or isn't my fault. I'm afraid I would lose every time, though. My pride is already battered so I will leave it be.
"And what if I could?"
It's amusing to hear my voice slip back so easily to its usual harshness. Damn my propriety.
He still smiles, though. Amazing.
"I'm sorry, Tatsumi, but I'll have to pass up such a wonderful opportunity for a good debate," he jokes. How in the world does he keep his sense of humor in such condition?
"Could you help me with one thing, though?"
I would give you the world, if it were in my possession. That, and much more.
"What do you need, Watari-san?"
He looks a little embarrassed. I wonder why. It surely cannot be that bad?
"Tsuzuki visited earlier and he brought my favorite dark chocolates. The problem is," his voice falters for a second, "I can't grab them. My fingers... aren't in shape to pick anything up."
His cheeks are positively pink. I think I'm staring.
I sure hope my smile does not look offensive. My amusement with the simplicity of the request must be visible, because Watari turns his head. He glances at the box of chocolates and I can't stop thinking it would definitely not laugh at his weakness like I am.
It's easy to remove the plastic wrap and lift the lid. I recognize the brand. I'm impressed with how much money Tsuzuki must have spent on his friend. The chocolates look sultry and inviting in their golden crates.
"Here you go," I tell him, stretching out my hand.
The chocolate square is not that big, but he still bites it in half. For a brief moment, his cool lips touch my fingers. That touch... it sends a mind-blowing spark through my body. I think I just dropped the piece of confectionery. Thank goodness I have a good reflex.
"I'm sorry," I smile in apology.
He smiles back and my heart cannot help but lift.
"That's okay."
My second attempt at delivering the chocolate and this time, I know in advance I will touch his lips again. Once more I feel a sensation like electricity run through me, hitting every spot in my body.
Somehow I cannot tear my eyes away from Watari. He is staring back and I cannot help drowning in a sea of liquid gold. My moves are slow, very slow, almost deliberate. If I only knew what I'm doing.
I think there is a piece of chocolate on my fingers. I must have squeezed it to hard the second time around. My sense of cleanliness, imprinted since childhood, screams to have it immediately removed. With no second thoughts I put my finger in my mouth, scraping off the offending smudge.
Wait. This is exactly the same hand I gave Watari his chocolate with.
This is such an awkward situation. I wonder why I don't feel completely uncomfortable yet. It is liberating, though, to watch Watari's eyes and notice the approval for my little blunder. I give him another smile and, this time, I am sure it is genuine. The chocolate stain is long gone by now, my tongue made sure of it.
"I have to go."
My whisper, however subtle, carries a distinct note of annoyance. No matter how much I prefer being here, with Watari, my job calls for my presence.
Thankfully, he understands.
"I know. Please come back soon?"
I hope he is not begging me to come back. He should know there is no other place I would rather be than with him. On the other hand, though, I have never really expressed interest before.
My touch is subtle, but I can still feel him shiver as I lightly brush my fingers against his broken hand. I pray deeply in my heart I did not cause more pain.
"I will. I promise."
Yes. Yutaka is like a golden sun. I love how he gives me that radiant smile. He always makes sure my day does not turn foul.
I will be back for sure.