A piece of EroPi for kitsune_hikaru

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Gift Fic for kitsune_hikaru

Title: Emergency Love!
Pairing/Group: Aizawa Kousaku/Asou Haruto
Rating/Warnings: G
Summary: What would you do for someone who couldn’t give up on something that you wanted him to forget? Holding onto a memory like a life line; are you there to support his unending illusion or hurt to wake him back to reality?
Note: It’s a very long descriptive narrative so yeah. I’m not really inspired with love lately so I’m not sure if this one would click for you. If you don’t like it, then I would add a sequel. :-)


He was the best intern ever.
And he was the best doctor yet in his own generation.

A girl in her 15’s was rushed inside the emergency room. Her head had been smashed repeatedly, as if she had been bullied in high school. Any civilian inside the emergency room would have panicked at the sight. Therefore, they were asked to wait outside patiently.

The interns and nurses started to take care of the girl, putting IV and checking her pulse rate. They had to stop the bleeding so they continued to press cloths on her forehead. The cut was deep and the girl’s face paled as more blood was lost inside of her. She almost convulsed, but fortunately she had been given a medicine a few minutes before by Shiraishi. The moment her forehead stopped bleeding all her vital signs were stable again and everyone inside the emergency room sighed in relief. It was a success once again.

One of the doctors, probably Fujikawa -since he was the most sociable and easy-to-talk-with among all of them, talked to the family of the girl. Hiyama had been assigned as the flight doctor and so the three of them were left to take care of the hospital. The girl’s name was Takemura Kiriko. She totally didn’t look like a 15-year-old girl. She looked like a kid who needed treatment right away. She would stay in the hospital for a few tests before she could be released.

Unexpectedly, Aizawa was the one who was asked to take care of her in the meantime. Silky brown hair and big innocent eyes; that’s what you will notice first with Kiriko; Aizawa didn’t care in the least. The day ended with Kiriko finally resting on her bed. She was silent all the way and looked drained. Aizawa felt the same and started to go back to the nurse’s station, some of his co-workers giving him curious looks. He stared at them for a while before resuming his recordings as he sat down with a coffee beside him.

“That girl is interesting.” Aizawa responded a ‘Hm,’ as he heard Shiraishi talk. “She fell, without anyone pushing her or a rock that she tripped on. She just fell. Normally, a person would quickly use their arms to touch the ground before their head would break on it.” Aizawa stopped writing and tried to comprehend what Shiraishi had just told him. It was true. How could that child have fallen so suddenly without any obvious cause or reason? He played with his pen that night, thinking these things over and trying to figure out that new complex puzzle.

“It’s Spino-cerebellar Degeneration disease.”

Aizawa straightened his posture and looked to the side to see a man standing there. He was a little smaller than himself, but had this manly aura about him. Wearing glasses and a clipboard in his hand, he went towards Aizawa who was also looking at the test results of the girl’s MRI. “It’s something more than that.” Aizawa concluded and the other raised an eyebrow. “Have you reviewed the MRI results thoroughly?”

“Of course I have.” The other man felt insulted and looked down at the sitting Aizawa. The other man wasn’t shaken about his louder voice and continued to read the results. Finally Aizawa shrugged and stood up, eyeing the other man. “You’re the boss, Asou-kun.” He teased. Even though he seemed serious the other man knew he was teasing.

They had become friends a few years back, just when they first met each other. It was during a convention for doctors and interns that was all about team-building. Aizawa was apathetic and the so-called Asou was indifferent. They both had cold personalities but everyone respected them.

Aizawa Kousaku was one of the best interns ever as he was known to be able to perform different surgeries in different emergency situations, especially when he was one of the flight interns. He was well capable of handling emotional situations and he thought straight of the best solutions. People believed that he made the best decisions on every case and he was the epitome of his chosen field.

Same with the second one, Asou Haruto, same as his father, he became one of the best too. It wasn’t an easy path for him, though. He had experienced the death of his friend and a little girl named Mizuki, who’d both had the same disease. Those experiences motivated him, though, inspired him even in his work. He continued to look for a way to cure Spino-Cerebellar Degeneration Disease, which had killed his friend and his patient. He was obviously obsessed with it, although he hid it well. A lot of people looked up to him too, because he aced the Medical Board exam.

Usually, they weren’t on speaking terms. They did everything in action and silence. Even in silence, they talked. It was actually what amazed others about them; especially when they started working together.

They’d had the chance to do surgery on someone’s brain in June 2009. They hadn’t been working at the same hospital yet but when the helicopter that Aizawa was riding on needed to go to a hospital that was nearby, that place happened to be Asou Medical Center and luckily Asou, the expert himself, was there. They had started the emergency surgery immediately, restoring the patient’s flattened brain and trying to reconstruct the blood vessels that had been contracted during the accident. The whole room had been silent and the nurses had stopped doing whatever they’d been doing, because they’d thought they would be disturbing the two.

“Scalpel.”

“Dissecting.” Aizawa gave it to Asou then continued to tear off excess skin that blocked their way through the blood vessels.

“Clips.” The nurses just passed the tools they needed as they continued with the procedure - just the two of them. After a few hours of dissecting and arranging the right tubes and blood vessels on the patient’s brain, they were finally able to make the blood circulate in a normal way once again. The nurses wanted to clap in joy, but they knew it wasn’t the right time. They patched the patient’s wounds thoroughly and afterwards he was moved to the Shohoku Hospital where Aizawa is an intern.

A year or so later, Asou moved there too, to do further studies on the treatment of patients who were usually released from Shohoku’s Emergency Medical Services. The way things were handled in emergency situations tickled his mind, especially when it came to the brain. It was ofte hard to perform surgery when the brain was in danger. He assisted the flight doctors in concerns of what could be done, sometimes he also came with them.

That one was the first case since the incident with Mizuki.

Aizawa knew that Asou was probably ‘excited’ to have the case. He’d been longing for one of the kind and Aizawa didn’t know if it were good. Asou had always been the kind of guy who didn’t forget; Aizawa didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. It had been 5 years since Ikeuchi Aya’s death and yet Asou still focused on finding a cure for her disease. For every patient who came his way, he treated them like lab rats that might be a potential survivor of his experiments and Aizawa didn’t know if he shouldn’t stop his course.

A heavy sigh came from Aizawa as Asou sat beside him. The other noticed his mood and looked back at the surgeon. “What’s wrong?” Aizawa shook his head and smiled a little. It was rare for him to smile. Even though Asou saw it clearly, he didn’t say anything about it. They’d had that issue ever since they’d become friends. Asou didn’t understand why Aizawa took things so seriously, even though the surgeon himself used to do the same. He treated cases like it was something for him to gain more knowledge from.

They stayed there in silence until the emergency sounds rang through-out the hallways and both of them sprang to their feet and ran to the group of interns that was building up in a hallway. Aizawa was able to push through and saw the girl, Kiriko. She was not moving. He quickly grabbed the girl and sent her to the emergency room. Fortunately they could stabilize her before the blood-loss could cause complications.

Sighing in relief, Kiriko was put back to her room while her parents were still crying, worried sick about her condition. Asou was asked to brief them about the situation. “Your daughter has this incurable disease; the Spino-Cerebellar Degeneration disease. This disease deteriorates the ability of the brain to connect with the muscles of the body and thus makes your daughter incapable of practicing her motoric skills.”

The mother cried painfully and even if he didn’t, it was obvious that the father was also at the brink of tears. Asou was indifferent though; he was used to seeing families crying over a diagnosis and trying their best to cure the patient but in the end, the patient ends up dying. His heart was numb after numerous trials of trying to cure with physical therapy. Nothing worked. Nothing. Ever.

Suddenly files were flying around, folders crashing to the floor and the telephone was being banged against the counter repeatedly. The crashing sounds rang off the walls and through the room. It lasted for about a minute, then everything went silent again. Aizawa watched the other man (rauslassen) his frustration and waited for him to calm down. When the other was done, the intern sighed and went inside.

The last time Asou had done this to himself, Aizawa had wanted to throw himself at the other man and just hug him tight. He never showed affection towards anyone - well, but his grandma. And then Asou came along. Everything seemed to hurt when he saw him crying over something he’d been studying for years. How could God not provide them with the cure? Asou wasn’t being selfish. The cure would be for everyone, so why not let him discover it? Those and a million more thoughts were spinning in Aizawa’s head. It was true, he did feel forAsou. In that moment. Always. It wasn’t pity; it was love.

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“I hate veggies!” Kiriko spat out the remains of her food and Aizawa sighed at the sight. He watched the spoiled teenager sadly. He thought about the girl’s future. Sooner or later, she wouldn’t even be able to complain anymore, because her speech would deteriorate. She wouldn’t be able to refuse anything anymore, because it would be too hard to even lift her finger.

Aizawa shook off his thoughts and tried to force a smile onto his lips. “We will have a different test today to see your condition. You need to eat something, because it might take quite long. Please eat up Takemura-san.” The teenager raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You know, you would be a nice onii-chan if only your smile wasn’t so fake.” Aizawa blinked and the family shushed the girl, bowing to him as a sign of apology. He shook off the apology and proceeded to taking the girl to her test.

When Kiriko was finally released from the tests, she was passed over to Asou. She had a few minor check-ups with him until he let her rest as he took down notes about her progress. “Is there even anything to write?” She smirked and Asou looked up in surprise. “Really. Why do you even try? You should just spend your time on something else.” Kiriko started to play with a pen on his desk. “On people you can actually help. People who will walk out of this place on their own feet again. People like us are unimportant. There’s nothing you can do anyway.”

Asou shot up, sending his chair crashing to the ground with a loud banging sound. Kiriko looked up to see Asou’s furious face. The teenager was scared, but she didn’t show it. At the same time the clipboard on Aizawa’s desk two rooms down the hallway fell to the floor, making a loud crashing sound. It warned Aizawa that something was happening. He quickly shuffled his way towards the room of his colleague and looked around to see Asou glaring at their patient. Alarmed, he quickly burst in and, without even considering Asou grabbed Kiriko’s arm, pulling the teenager to stand up. He called Fujikawa to bring the girl back to her room, leaving him with Asou inside the office.

Asou glared at him, but he didn’t mind. He was used to that glare and the things that Asou did. “I don’t know what you were on about exactly. But whatever it was, it was uncalled for. I can tell just by the look on your face. It’s our job to take care of our patients. That and nothing but that is what we do - no matter what.” His voice was calm, even - as always. Asou grabbed back his clipboard and placed it on the table before talking back, “She said she was unimportant. That’s the same as saying that Aya wasn’t important.”

The gritting of his teeth said it all and Aizawa sighed. “Haruto…” He trailed off, the other one’s first name ringing through the air. First names. Were they even on first name terms? At least Asou could tell that the other wanted to talk to him seriously. He didn’t really feel like having a deep and emotional conversation, though, so he simply sighed and shook his head. “I’m fine. Just forget it.”

But how could Aizawa forget about it? How could he forget the reason why Asou wasn’t able to see himself the way he did?

His feelings were well-concealed. And he was fully content with the fact that the other had no clue. No, Asou didn’t know a thing. He never would suspect - wouldn’t even think of such a thing. That Aizawa would like him. He was too absorbed in his own world. And it was fine that way. The following day Aizawa found himself browsing through the Angiogram, CTA (Computed Tomography Angiography), CT (Computed Tomography) Perfusion results, trying to read and analyze whatever data the results held. He noticed that the images showed similarities to smoke puffs and he knew it wasn’t a good sign. He sprang to his feet, running off and after another minute he was already next to Asou.

“Look at this; it’s not Spino-cerebellar degeneration disease.” He finally concluded and Asou looked through all the data carefully. He knew the other was right. He could see it too after the other had thrown the evidence at him. Still, he didn’t want to accept it. In a weird kind of way he wanted it to be the disease he knew and had studied for so many years. At least he knew what he was dealing with there. “It’s Moyamoya disease.” Aizawa finally concluded and Asou felt his throat tighten.

“Impossible. My calculations cannot be wrong.” Asou insisted in denial. He hadn’t calculated wrong. It couldn’t be something else. Deep inside he knew that the other was right, though. Still, somehow it stirred him. In the end it meant that he had… nothing. No new case. No new chance to learn, to understand, to try to find the way to heal it. He just wanted to fix that devious disease as soon as possible. He was the best in his field. However, his emotional condition wasn’t the best. Aizawa knew all about Asou’s obsession, he could see it, see what was happening. Things were getting out of hands and he didn’t want it to affect the other’s employment - or worse even, his license.

Aizawa stood up and grabbed the results, then he walked towards the door. “I’ll inform Takemura-san about this.” He left, hearing Asou calling out in an attempt to stop him, but he didn’t even turn around. He’d had it; Asou’s aspirations and obsession towards that one girl that left him so long ago already. He didn’t know if it was reason that made him do that, or probably jealousy, but he didn’t care.

The door opened and Kiriko was the only person inside the room. Silence surrounded them before Aizawa closed the door again and sat on the chair beside Kiriko’s bed. They both stared at each other for a while before finally the girl started their conversation. “What, am I going to die right now?” Kiriko smirked, but Aizawa simply kept his neutral expression. It was time to get down to the core of the issue. “Sadly, no.”

The girl stiffened and for a second Aizawa thought about smirking back at her, but he restrained himself. After scanning the results once more he finally looked up at the girl, who had a bored expression on her face. “Your disease is the so called Moyamoya Disease. Do you know what that is?” The girl’s eyes widened and she nodded stiffly. Aizawa noticed the change of her expression and waited for a reaction.

“Then…” The girl’s lips curled into a smile. “I’m going to die soon, right? Nobody survives that.”

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A warm can of coffee was pressed to Aizawa’s cheek before he moved his head to look at the person who just pissed him off. He blinked when he saw that it was Asou and he sighed. The other sat beside him and played with his coffee. “Sorry about before.” Asou smiled a little and gave a soft chuckle. “Pretty stupid of me, huh?”

The other kept silent and so did Asou. Silence was never awkward between them, after all. They actually communicated even in silence. Asou looked at his coffee and Aizawa continued to gaze at something on the floor that only he could see. For a while it was comfortable until Asou noticed that Aizawa’s silence meant something else. “You know that I can’t give up my promise to Aya-”

“-Shut up.”

The older man turned his head to see the cold expression on Aizawa’s face. Asou was angered by the interruption as he had tried to explain himself. “Look Aizawa; if you don’t support me, then don’t. Just don’t get in my way, okay?” He scoffed, then stood up, but Aizawa cornered in on him, forcing him against a wall.

“Stop it already. Aya’s dead.” He scowled, making Asou look at him in surprise. The way their eyes met was intense and Asou quickly looked away - he saw pain in Aizawa’s eyes. “Neither did she ask you to do this for her. You made this promise to yourself; not to her, or to anyone else. So stop trying to solve something you cannot.” He sneered at the older and Asou looked back at him. “Look it’s none of your business.”

Aizawa’s eyes darted back to Asou, making the other man jump a little. “It is my fucking business. How can it not be my business when you make me worried sick about you? When you try to push yourself into cases like this one? I watch you and what do I see? You’re not sleeping, eating or anything else every human needs! You’re acting like a robot that would discover the cure one day.”

Aizawa snapped. Asou’s eyes were unstable as he watched the other’s angry expression. “You are worried for me?” It sounded weird coming from his mouth. What was more, thinking of Aizawa like that was quite frustrating. His mouth parted to continue and that was the moment Aizawa placed his lips on the other. Asou’s eyes widened as he tried to pull away, but he wasn’t able to. Aizawa was too strong, holding him.

After some time Asou relaxed and stopped fighting Aizawa. However, before he could wrap his arms around the other and close his eyes to fully appreciate what was happening, Aizawa pulled away and looked down. “I’m sorry.” With that he turned around and left, leaving the other back alone. That remained to be their last interaction for quite a while. Asou tried to get to talk to Aizawa. Apparently the other was avoiding him, though, so after a while he gave up on it. There was also still the task of finding the cure for Moyamoya, so Asou continued his research.

Then, one day when he was sitting calmly in his office, his research still in progress, the alarm suddenly rang and he stood up quickly and rushed to the surgery room. He asked the nurse what had happened. Then he thought the better of it and without even waiting for an answer proceeded to simply check for himself.

He grabbed a set of scrubs, disinfected his hands and rushed into the surgery room. Kiriko was there, lifeless. When he went inside, only the four main doctors were there and he saw Aizawa’s gaze upon him; as if he depended on whatever Asou would do next. For a while, Asou closed his eyes and tried to remember everything he’d read about that surgery. When he opened his eyes, he went towards Kiriko’s opened head, taking a look at the work in progress. Then he looked at Aizawa.

“Brain surgery. Cerebral bypass procedure.” He stated and Aizawa nodded. He was thankful that Aizawa knew many procedures. Doing that surgery together wouldn’t take longer than anything else they had done together before. He didn’t know when the two of them had started to be in synch like that.

The others checked the anesthesia on Kiriko as they watched the two doctors doing the surgery. Once in a while Aizawa would call Hiyama for assistance as he tried to locate the blood vessel that need to be replaced. Once they had found it, Asou grabbed the artificial blood vessel and quickly replaced it with the other one. It took a good hour to finish the operation - even though time seemed to fly.

Kiriko looked calm and peaceful once she was sleeping in the bed in her room again. The surgery had been a success and everyone was congratulating the two best doctors in the center. A while later, though, the two were left by the rest of the crew. Everybody knew they weren’t exactly social people and preferred to be left alone for the main part.

Similarly to how they’d been seated together days ago, they were sitting on the sofa, each of them with can of coffee in their hand. Silence filled the air, but it was a comfortable one. “Let’s finish this business, okay?” Asou smiled and Aizawa looked back at him, blinking in surprise before smiling back.