Miracle [one-shot]
Title: Miracle
Summary: A frantic call from Taguchi leaves Ueda bounding into the night, and reveals to him one of the greatest miracles of the world.
The frantic call he’d received in the middle of the night would usually have left Ueda rather cranky, but hearing the excited and anxious voice of Taguchi on the other end had him up and ready to fly out of the country if necessary.
“Hang on, what’s wrong?” Ueda demanded, trying to calm the boy down, while roughly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes
“I-She-I…I’m…Hospital,” Taguchi stuttered, unable to properly form a sentence.
“Hospital?!” Ueda shrieked, already out of bed, the phone precariously balanced between his ear and shoulder as he hopped about trying to pull his jeans on. Really if it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t have pajamas on, he’d have just run out in his nightclothes.
“IT’S TIME!” Taguchi cried, the excited twinge in his voice reaching a higher octave.
“Which hospital?” Ueda asked, slipping his shoes on.
Taguchi quickly gave Ueda directions, which Ueda noted were very far off from where the closest hospital was.
After hanging up, he nearly torpedoed out of his apartment, and ran straight into his car. He gingerly punched in the name of the hospital, and merely noted that indeed he had been right, Taguchi had given him the wrong address, off by 2 or 3 numbers.
Ueda only hoped Taguchi had remembered how to drive properly, knowing him he might accidentally forget what the break was!
Twenty minutes of what Ueda considered steady driving, and what the rest of the world called maniac driving, had him pulling into the silent parking lot of one of Japan’s finest intuitions of healthcare.
He nearly sprinted into the hospital, although he’d never really admit to doing it.
“Uepi!” Taguchi cried, his face white.
“Are you alright?” Ueda asked, his nervousness slowly draining away, now that he’d seen Taguchi safe and unhurt, perched lightly on the plastic seat.
“She’s inside!” Taguchi said, rather loudly, earning himself a reproving glance from the receptionist at the desk.
“Have you gone in?” Ueda asked, sitting down beside the overwhelmed man.
Taguchi shook his head, his eyes lightly watering with tears. Ueda bit his lip, angrily, trying to keep from turning to the rather young receptionist and spewing out a few choice words on how to properly do one’s job and a few select verses from his book on respect for elders.
“The doctor needed to set her up,” Taguchi replied, trying to wipe his sweaty hands off on the front of his jeans.
Ueda slowly nodded. “Taguchi-kun?”
The rather brisk voice of a middle-aged doctor, set up in scrubs and holding a clipboard, “Taguchi-kun?” he asked.
“Yes,” Taguchi replied, standing straight and at attention.
“Well it seems that the procedure will go on as planned, she doesn’t seem to be having any real complications, although I do wish her blood pressure was slightly lower.”
“So, she’s going to be fine, right?” Taguchi asked, his voice quivering slightly.
“It seems so, we’ll be sending a nurse out shortly to help you,” the doctor responded, with a slightly tired sigh. Obviously he’d been called out of bed for this just as Ueda had.
“Did you hear that?” Taguchi asked, “she’s going to be fine.”
Ueda gave Taguchi a tight smile, “I heard.”
Moments later a nurse came to collect a rather anxious and excited Taguchi, leaving Ueda alone in the waiting room.
To most people, at least from what Ueda had read and seen, were freaked out just being in a hospital, let alone being in the silent waiting room.
Jin one time going so far as to describe it as a purgatory “all you do is wait, no relief, no answer, just waiting.”
Jin was never all that poetic.
Ueda however felt nothing of the sort, he felt neither dread, nor impatience. He sat down quietly, reflecting, breathing in the anti-septic and sterilized air that hospitals were notoriously known for.
He’d known Taguchi since the two were still teenagers, fighting through the awkward stages of adolescence, and in Ueda’s case, fighting through the many complications of working in a group.
Having known the gangly young man as the ever present game lover, even when he was 15, to now, the grown man that still lit up whenever he encountered a new video game.
Even through the many trying years of working as a group, Taguchi alone had been one of Ueda’s few solaces. Around him he hardly ever had to worry about offending his many graces, nor did he have to worry about carrying on the conversation, nor did he have to worry about saying the wrong thing and possibly setting off an argument or even a fist-fight.
With Taguchi, he could just be.
There were hardly any words to describe just how much Ueda had appreciated him back then, and even now, after years of education, he still couldn’t explain
It was just strange, at least to Ueda.
That the scrawny, gangly boy with a rather bad haircut, now stood tall and long legged awaiting the arrival of one of the greatest bundles of joy life could ever offer.
The light images of a young Taguchi filtered through his mind, who would have thought that he of all people would experience this first?
And really, who would have thought Ueda would be the one standing by him, ready to jump in and help, whatever necessary. It was a strange turn of events, not many would have expected their friendship to last past a few weeks.
Considering Ueda’s rather serious and un-joking manner in comparison to the lighthearted Taguchi, who hardly took things to heart.
Aside from that, many would have suspected that Taguchi’s god-awful puns would have sent him to an early grave, as it was expected Ueda would have at least knocked a few teeth out, if not a few neurons as well.
Nobody really pegged Ueda as all that patient, and admittedly he really wasn’t and there were, in fact times that he found himself just telling Taguchi to shut up.
And indeed Taguchi would silence immediately, and quietly leave Ueda to his own thoughts. However what nobody ever expected was that the two would end up as the closest of friends for the better part of 7 years.
Ueda’s hard mouth playing well enough against Taguchi’s ever present smile.
That smile alone was always enough for Ueda, it alone gave the single greatest comfort he’d ever had. From heated arguments and fist fights with Kamenashi to miniature squabbles over food with Akanishi, the bright smile always somehow had a way of working through his heart and calming him in a way that was mostly unknown to anybody else.
It was special.
“Sorry, sir are you Ueda-san?” a petite nurse asked, starring up at Ueda rather in awe.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Ummm, Taguchi-san asked to bring you inside,” the small girl mumbled, unable to look Ueda fully in the eye. Obviously she recognized both him and Taguchi.
Rather quickly she turned away, and practically ran down the hall. Ueda had no problem keeping up with her, as they rounded the corner she stopped.
“He wants you to see her,” she explained softly, before disappearing into the left wing of the hospital.
Ueda gingerly turned to take a peek of the room, he could hear the faint crying of an infant.
Rena sat-up propped up on a few pillows, looking as though she’d literally gone through hell and back. Her usually sleek brown hair nearly stood on end, with a few looks pasted onto the side of her face, sweat still running down her face.
Nonetheless the smile she wore as she stared at her fiancé’s glowing face was peaceful.
Sitting on the one empty chair in the room was Taguchi, still wearing his pasty green scrubs, gently cradling a small bundle in his arms.
Ueda leaned forward a bit, staring.
Taguchi gently wrapped his arms around the pink bundle, a sweet glint in his eye, a light smile tugging on his lips as he stared down at the infant.
Ueda felt his throat contract; it was an image of perfection. The sheer wonder that basked in Taguchi’s face, the slight flush that ran along his cheeks, only further accentuated by the hospitals awful florescent lighting.
He glowed, literally in a way Ueda had never seen before. The happiness that surrounded his angular face moved him, Ueda stood rooted to his spot, unable to look away.
That look, the surprise and overwhelming sense of wonder glowed in Taguchi’s eyes, as his smile softened his features. The small creature responsible for the look of joy, squirming, and weeping lightly. It was beautiful, not even the harsh lighting overhead could ruin the complete perfection that Taguchi embodied.
Fatherhood.
“Shhh,” Taguchi murmured, lightly holding the baby closer. “Everything’s fine, Saki-chan,” he whispered, planting a light kiss on the childs forehead.
It was simply just a miracle in Ueda's eyes.
* * *
Author's Note: Ummmm, I don't know what to say, I guess it's a build-up of watching old SCP shows, an excuse to write some JunDa.
After watching the BTR live yesterday, I just felt like writing something about the two of them. I hope you all liked it!
Comments and CRITICISMSS are greatly appreciated!!
Summary: A frantic call from Taguchi leaves Ueda bounding into the night, and reveals to him one of the greatest miracles of the world.
The frantic call he’d received in the middle of the night would usually have left Ueda rather cranky, but hearing the excited and anxious voice of Taguchi on the other end had him up and ready to fly out of the country if necessary.
“Hang on, what’s wrong?” Ueda demanded, trying to calm the boy down, while roughly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes
“I-She-I…I’m…Hospital,” Taguchi stuttered, unable to properly form a sentence.
“Hospital?!” Ueda shrieked, already out of bed, the phone precariously balanced between his ear and shoulder as he hopped about trying to pull his jeans on. Really if it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t have pajamas on, he’d have just run out in his nightclothes.
“IT’S TIME!” Taguchi cried, the excited twinge in his voice reaching a higher octave.
“Which hospital?” Ueda asked, slipping his shoes on.
Taguchi quickly gave Ueda directions, which Ueda noted were very far off from where the closest hospital was.
After hanging up, he nearly torpedoed out of his apartment, and ran straight into his car. He gingerly punched in the name of the hospital, and merely noted that indeed he had been right, Taguchi had given him the wrong address, off by 2 or 3 numbers.
Ueda only hoped Taguchi had remembered how to drive properly, knowing him he might accidentally forget what the break was!
Twenty minutes of what Ueda considered steady driving, and what the rest of the world called maniac driving, had him pulling into the silent parking lot of one of Japan’s finest intuitions of healthcare.
He nearly sprinted into the hospital, although he’d never really admit to doing it.
“Uepi!” Taguchi cried, his face white.
“Are you alright?” Ueda asked, his nervousness slowly draining away, now that he’d seen Taguchi safe and unhurt, perched lightly on the plastic seat.
“She’s inside!” Taguchi said, rather loudly, earning himself a reproving glance from the receptionist at the desk.
“Have you gone in?” Ueda asked, sitting down beside the overwhelmed man.
Taguchi shook his head, his eyes lightly watering with tears. Ueda bit his lip, angrily, trying to keep from turning to the rather young receptionist and spewing out a few choice words on how to properly do one’s job and a few select verses from his book on respect for elders.
“The doctor needed to set her up,” Taguchi replied, trying to wipe his sweaty hands off on the front of his jeans.
Ueda slowly nodded. “Taguchi-kun?”
The rather brisk voice of a middle-aged doctor, set up in scrubs and holding a clipboard, “Taguchi-kun?” he asked.
“Yes,” Taguchi replied, standing straight and at attention.
“Well it seems that the procedure will go on as planned, she doesn’t seem to be having any real complications, although I do wish her blood pressure was slightly lower.”
“So, she’s going to be fine, right?” Taguchi asked, his voice quivering slightly.
“It seems so, we’ll be sending a nurse out shortly to help you,” the doctor responded, with a slightly tired sigh. Obviously he’d been called out of bed for this just as Ueda had.
“Did you hear that?” Taguchi asked, “she’s going to be fine.”
Ueda gave Taguchi a tight smile, “I heard.”
Moments later a nurse came to collect a rather anxious and excited Taguchi, leaving Ueda alone in the waiting room.
To most people, at least from what Ueda had read and seen, were freaked out just being in a hospital, let alone being in the silent waiting room.
Jin one time going so far as to describe it as a purgatory “all you do is wait, no relief, no answer, just waiting.”
Jin was never all that poetic.
Ueda however felt nothing of the sort, he felt neither dread, nor impatience. He sat down quietly, reflecting, breathing in the anti-septic and sterilized air that hospitals were notoriously known for.
He’d known Taguchi since the two were still teenagers, fighting through the awkward stages of adolescence, and in Ueda’s case, fighting through the many complications of working in a group.
Having known the gangly young man as the ever present game lover, even when he was 15, to now, the grown man that still lit up whenever he encountered a new video game.
Even through the many trying years of working as a group, Taguchi alone had been one of Ueda’s few solaces. Around him he hardly ever had to worry about offending his many graces, nor did he have to worry about carrying on the conversation, nor did he have to worry about saying the wrong thing and possibly setting off an argument or even a fist-fight.
With Taguchi, he could just be.
There were hardly any words to describe just how much Ueda had appreciated him back then, and even now, after years of education, he still couldn’t explain
It was just strange, at least to Ueda.
That the scrawny, gangly boy with a rather bad haircut, now stood tall and long legged awaiting the arrival of one of the greatest bundles of joy life could ever offer.
The light images of a young Taguchi filtered through his mind, who would have thought that he of all people would experience this first?
And really, who would have thought Ueda would be the one standing by him, ready to jump in and help, whatever necessary. It was a strange turn of events, not many would have expected their friendship to last past a few weeks.
Considering Ueda’s rather serious and un-joking manner in comparison to the lighthearted Taguchi, who hardly took things to heart.
Aside from that, many would have suspected that Taguchi’s god-awful puns would have sent him to an early grave, as it was expected Ueda would have at least knocked a few teeth out, if not a few neurons as well.
Nobody really pegged Ueda as all that patient, and admittedly he really wasn’t and there were, in fact times that he found himself just telling Taguchi to shut up.
And indeed Taguchi would silence immediately, and quietly leave Ueda to his own thoughts. However what nobody ever expected was that the two would end up as the closest of friends for the better part of 7 years.
Ueda’s hard mouth playing well enough against Taguchi’s ever present smile.
That smile alone was always enough for Ueda, it alone gave the single greatest comfort he’d ever had. From heated arguments and fist fights with Kamenashi to miniature squabbles over food with Akanishi, the bright smile always somehow had a way of working through his heart and calming him in a way that was mostly unknown to anybody else.
It was special.
“Sorry, sir are you Ueda-san?” a petite nurse asked, starring up at Ueda rather in awe.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Ummm, Taguchi-san asked to bring you inside,” the small girl mumbled, unable to look Ueda fully in the eye. Obviously she recognized both him and Taguchi.
Rather quickly she turned away, and practically ran down the hall. Ueda had no problem keeping up with her, as they rounded the corner she stopped.
“He wants you to see her,” she explained softly, before disappearing into the left wing of the hospital.
Ueda gingerly turned to take a peek of the room, he could hear the faint crying of an infant.
Rena sat-up propped up on a few pillows, looking as though she’d literally gone through hell and back. Her usually sleek brown hair nearly stood on end, with a few looks pasted onto the side of her face, sweat still running down her face.
Nonetheless the smile she wore as she stared at her fiancé’s glowing face was peaceful.
Sitting on the one empty chair in the room was Taguchi, still wearing his pasty green scrubs, gently cradling a small bundle in his arms.
Ueda leaned forward a bit, staring.
Taguchi gently wrapped his arms around the pink bundle, a sweet glint in his eye, a light smile tugging on his lips as he stared down at the infant.
Ueda felt his throat contract; it was an image of perfection. The sheer wonder that basked in Taguchi’s face, the slight flush that ran along his cheeks, only further accentuated by the hospitals awful florescent lighting.
He glowed, literally in a way Ueda had never seen before. The happiness that surrounded his angular face moved him, Ueda stood rooted to his spot, unable to look away.
That look, the surprise and overwhelming sense of wonder glowed in Taguchi’s eyes, as his smile softened his features. The small creature responsible for the look of joy, squirming, and weeping lightly. It was beautiful, not even the harsh lighting overhead could ruin the complete perfection that Taguchi embodied.
Fatherhood.
“Shhh,” Taguchi murmured, lightly holding the baby closer. “Everything’s fine, Saki-chan,” he whispered, planting a light kiss on the childs forehead.
It was simply just a miracle in Ueda's eyes.
* * *
Author's Note: Ummmm, I don't know what to say, I guess it's a build-up of watching old SCP shows, an excuse to write some JunDa.
After watching the BTR live yesterday, I just felt like writing something about the two of them. I hope you all liked it!
Comments and CRITICISMSS are greatly appreciated!!