[ViewFinder Fiction: AxT] Taking Care of You
Title: Taking care of you.
Anime/ Manga Kingdom: You’re my Love prize in Viewfinder
Characters: Asami x Takaba
Timeframe: Post Naked Truth
A/N: This is probably going to be an one-shot. I am not sure if I should make this into a story, writing the whole process of the 'getting well' part. If you think I should, leave me a comment. If not, I will probably leave it as a stand-alone since all I wanted to write is the part about Asami being just a little out of character, being so concerned about Akihito:) Enjoy reading^^
Taking Care of You
Pulling himself up into a foetal sitting position, his nails inched into his very own flesh. Sweat dripped down his naked upper body and mixed the blood rolling down his arms where his fingers laid. However, that was not the scary part. What really mattered was that he was not even feeling the pain physically anymore. Squeezing his eyes closed, he stared into abyss of darkness, seeing nothing but memories that he did not wish to hold onto. Scenes flashed through his mind just like the flashes of snapshots he took from his viewfinder. Clothes being scrapped into pieces violently. His body being pulled forward against his will. A tattoo being painfully imprinted onto his skin. A silent scream bursting out within his head. Agonized, he clenched his jaw and bit down on his lips with all the strength he had. When the last straw came through his memories, he jerked backwards and flunked his hands into the air as if throwing a gun away from himself. His eyes were wide open, as if he was scanning his surrounding for any danger. When he could not make out anything in the dark, he threw himself at where he thought the table lamp was.
Upon hearing the sound of a loud crash, Asami closed the refrigerator swiftly and rushed into his room. Pushing the door open with one shove, his fingers closed around the light switch before flicking it on. As the light brightened the room up, his eyes widened at the sight of his lover. Akihito was seated on the floor, staring off into space. His arms were lying lifeless on a pile of broken glasses from the damaged table lamp. With his forehead creased, Asami rushed towards him and pulled him away from the broken glasses, settling him on the bed stained with blood. Running his finger through his hair, he kneeled down in front of the younger boy and looked into his blank eyes carefully.
“Akihito,” he breathed through his nose sharply, “What happened?” With that, he wrapped his fingers around the bleeding ones gently.
However, Takaba merely stared at him blankly. Then, he turned his head to the table lamp and frowned, upset with himself. Turning back to look at the older man guiltily, he tried to pull his fingers out from his gentle grip. When Asami did not release his hands, he opened his mouth to protest; only that he had lost his voice since the incident in Hong Kong.
“It’s okay,” Asami murmured as he stood up and reached for the first aid kit next to the bed, “Sit still.”
As the older man cleansed his wounds and wrapped white bandages around his hands, Takaba watched him silently. Recently, he had been wondering if he had become a nuisance for Asami. Not only had he lost his voice and he had no freaking idea when it was going to come back, he was also a useless pile of trash now. He could not be near anyone except for Asami and even so, the only contact he could keep was simply holding his hands in his own. Frowning, he realised he was frustrated with himself. How long was Asami going to want to keep him? Sooner or later, he would get tired of him. After all, he was a plaything in Asami’s eyes. The question to ask was probably, is the older man looking after him because of the responsibility? Because it was one of Asami’s rivals who left him in this state? Upon that thought, he clenched his fists into a ball.
Asami turned his attention away from his clenched hands and looked at the boy. “What are you thinking again?” He nearly sighed, and sat back down next to the boy on the bed, “If you’re thinking about leaving again, you can forget about it.” He did not like the idea of his lover leaving his side again. Even if his ego did stop him from admitting it, he had to say that he want Takaba by his side. The night when he brought him back to Japan, Takaba had gone missing almost immediately. If it were not for a police report regarding a muted young man straying along the edge of the building with a suicidal intent, he would not have found him in time before he did end his life. “Look, Akihito.” He muttered, “You’re going to stay here and you will. At least till you gets better.”
Takaba sat, unmoving. Shaking his head, he jumped away from the bed and ran towards the door. Within seconds, Asami had him firmly held in his arms. Then, the younger man started sobbing and choking. Turning Takaba around to face him, he wrapped his arms around his shaking frame, “You’ll get better, Akihito. Now, why don’t you get some rest?” He was getting exhausted by Takaba’s little outbursts every now and then. Brushing his fingers gently across his cheeks, he wiped the tears away and placed a kiss on his forehead to calm the boy down. It was very unlike Asami, but it was necessary and… most of all, he felt that both of them needed it amidst everything that had gone wrong for them both.
Pulling the boy back into the room, he pushed him back into the clean part of bed and pulled the blanket over his fragile body. Turning the light intensity down a notch or two, he stood up and prepared to leave the room, “I’ll leave the lights on. Sleep, Akihito.” As he took a step away from the bedside, a hand tugged on his white dress shirt, stopping him from walking away. Glancing down at the boy, he turned back and nodded. “I’ll stay if that’s what you want.”
Asami loosened his tie and crawled into the bed with his clothes on. After all, Takaba still could not stand to be near to a naked body. He placed his arm under Takaba’s head and brushed his hair with his other hand, soothing him to sleep. Perhaps. Just perhaps, Asami thought, he would have to cure him with his love. As much as he wanted to deny it, he does love him.
-The End-