Kamui's hands were shaky as he mashed the banana into a small, clear jar. Lifting a spoon from the counter, he spent at least five minutes mindlessly stirring the concoction that seemed more fitting for an infant than an adult man. Arashi's cold hands brought him back to reality, and he stared for a long moment into her warm eyes before nodding and trekking down the hall to his room. Behind him, he could hear her waddling steps as she made her way back to the sink.
When he reached the door, he knocked twice. He didn't wait for an answer before pushing it open, focusing immediately on the figure sitting semi-erect in the bed, a wide, vacant smile on his face.
"Fuuma," he greeted. His voice was a little unsteady. "It's time for lunch."
Fuuma closed his eyes and opened his mouth right away. Kamui sighed and made his way over to the bedside, taking a seat in his normal chair. Scooping a bit of food out of the jar, he began the careful task of feeding him. He paused only to wipe away the banana and drool that dribbled down Fuuma's chin.
After he was finished, Kamui rose to his feet. Fuuma's eyes blinked open. A spark of recognition lingered there, or perhaps Kamui was simply hoping too much. Kamui turned away, heading for the door.
But Fuuma's hand shot out - gripped his so tightly they both turned white.
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Kamui's hands were shaky as he mashed the banana into a small, clear jar. Lifting a spoon from the counter, he spent at least five minutes mindlessly stirring the concoction that seemed more fitting for an infant than an adult man. Arashi's cold hands brought him back to reality, and he stared for a long moment into her warm eyes before nodding and trekking down the hall to his room. Behind him, he could hear her waddling steps as she made her way back to the sink.
When he reached the door, he knocked twice. He didn't wait for an answer before pushing it open, focusing immediately on the figure sitting semi-erect in the bed, a wide, vacant smile on his face.
"Fuuma," he greeted. His voice was a little unsteady. "It's time for lunch."
Fuuma closed his eyes and opened his mouth right away. Kamui sighed and made his way over to the bedside, taking a seat in his normal chair. Scooping a bit of food out of the jar, he began the careful task of feeding him. He paused only to wipe away the banana and drool that dribbled down Fuuma's chin.
After he was finished, Kamui rose to his feet. Fuuma's eyes blinked open. A spark of recognition lingered there, or perhaps Kamui was simply hoping too much. Kamui turned away, heading for the door.
But Fuuma's hand shot out - gripped his so tightly they both turned white.
And he spoke for the first time since that day.
"Wish."
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